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Well-Planned Bus Ride

... heard her father's voice. "Amber? I just got a text from some odd number... It was not something I ever wished to see. I really don't understand what happened to make you do such a thing, but know for sure, your mom and I are not impressed. Expect some major changes around here, understand?" He waited for a response, and after not getting anything from his daughter, still in shock, he hung up, furious. Hannah was approaching the dumbfounded girl when Amber noticed something metallic in her hand. She shrieked when she saw the needle, retreating, but being held down by Jack and Reg. Hannah bent down to Amber's level, and whispered softly to her "Don't worry now, it's only a little heroine. Well... it's a lot of heroine. We need you to have a lot of this stuff in your system to falsify any testimonies you may give!" With that, the guy's behind her shifted, holding her at her shoulder and wrist. Hannah warned, again in a nurturing voice. "Listen sweety, you really shouldn't move while I'm injecting you with this stuff. If I hit a vein instead of an artery, and it goes straight back to your heart, you will die ...

... instantly. None of us want that, do we?" Amber froze still, terrified about what Hannah had just said. Hannah was, of course, bluffing. She knew nothing of heroine, but knew that she sounded convincing enough to make the scared little ginger sit perfectly still. She tied off the girls arm with a sweatshirt's drawstring and carefully pierced her inner arm with the needle, at an angle that would make it seem self injected. Then, she gave Amber a pill, commanding the girl to take it, or face the consequences, claiming it would only make her fall asleep. Amber, believing every threat would be properly backed up, decided to comply immediately. She downed the pill quickly, and seconds later, was already feeling the effects. Her head was buzzed, drowsy, and her eyes were quickly starting to lose focus. She could still make out Jack's figure, as he bent down close to her face. The bastard was smiling. As her eyes closed, her brain registered his last few words before she slipped into a drug-induced sleep. "I'm sorry it ended this way too, but we can still be friends if you want. That's better than nothing, right?"