I had a date with Amber Bay.
For some reason I kept filling my head with that unfathomable lie. It wasn't a date. Amber wanted to talk to me. She sees something others don't when I use a fake smile, she, like my mother from Jason's stories, could see pain as easily as breathing. Or maybe I was like my father. Maybe I didn't hide my pain at all and no one cared or just didn't want to meddle with my screwed up life. Either way Amber wanted to hear my story, my life, what made me hurt so much, what made me act like I did, other than the fact that I enjoyed being a womanizer.
Why did I like hurting women so much? What point did it have? It only made me happy for the few short hours in bed, but when I woke up I still had the feeling that something was eating at me. Not like I was missing some
