The raven haired woman smiled sadly and yet the happiness she felt was just as overwhelming. She was going to have a baby in just mere months. She had just turned twenty-five last month and after waiting for the right man to come around, the one that she really loved having married his high school girlfriend, she had moved on.
Sure, she was still young enough to find a man, but she was tired of waiting and the urge to have a child had hit her strong last year. She had watched mothers walk by with strollers and others with toddlers as she sat there in the park or at the store and found the urge overwhelming her. It had been at least five years since she had seen her friend, the one that had stolen her heart, and she hadn't really wanted to talk to him after the wedding and had slowly detangled her life from his. It had been her gift to him as a friend because she was sure that his wife didn't like him talking to her even if they were just friends.
Ring…Ring…
Sam looked up as the phone's rings echoed in her small house, the two bedroom home off from the city, perfect for the Goth who was not big on being around people in general. She knew no one in this area and only one person from what she considered her old life knew her new number and she didn't really feel like talking to her mother so she waited for the answering machine to pick up.
Ring…Ring…
Ring…Ring…
Click. Leave a message and I might get back to you. Beep.
"Samantha Manson, that is a rather sad voicemail greeting," her mother said with a scolding tone. "I know for a fact that you are there so pick up because I need to talk to you." Silence echoed in the house as Sam shook her head. She wasn't answering that call because with her mother it was always a call to come back to Amity or her mother had found the perfect guy for her. Nope, she wasn't going to pick up. She had only given her mother the number for emergencies and her mother was abusing it with all her calls all the time. "Fine, call me back."