AN: Finally! I knew I'd post this before July starts! Welcome to my newest story...Second Chances! Yaay! This is a challenged story since I want to show SOMEONE that I can write Drama and Romance. Ha! And please, I don't accept FLAMES. I accept death threats but I hate FLAMES. And also Review, I want to know how good this fic will be for the next months. And Promises will be temporarily discontinued. Sorry.
Disclaimer: I do not own DP related characters except OC'S who are owned only by ME.
4 years.
4 years. That's how long she hasn't seen him. 4 years of self-pity and 4 years of pain while watching your daughter grow up without a father.
That's how Sam Manson's life is.
She had everything a woman of her age could dream off. Good looks enough for her to have a future modelling career, a huge comfortable house, a well-meaning job, and a happy family…or so as the author says.
At the age of 18, she got raped and got pregnant. Pretty much, she got kicked out of her own home and had to move out of Amity Park after having a fight with her best friend and secret crush, Danny Fenton. She left her hometown, broken-hearted and depressed as she moved all over the country only stopping by after a long friend cared for her.
"Sam?"
Sam snapped out of her thoughts as she stared at the face of her friend--Katherine Spencer. Katherine was pretty much your basic, sarcastic girl who is an aspiring doctor with good looks. But alas, she can't get a decent boyfriend since no one but Sam, can tolerate her anti-sociality and morbid thoughts.
"Hey Kathe. What's up?" Sam asked her friend.
"Well, not the type of news you would like." Kathe answered her face full of sadness.
"What's wrong?"
Kathe sighed deeply.
"I'm moving."
The news strucked Sam deeply. Kathe was one of the only people who cared for her like a sister. She was her personal doctor both psychically and emotionally. She was the one who brought out her daughter into the world, the one who helped her moved on after the fight with Danny….and now she's fading out of her life soon.
"Wh—where?"
"Canada. I've got 2 days before the flight. I'm assigned there for at least 2 years."
"Oh."
Kathe sighed. She knew Sam too well. She knew she was disappointed.
"Look, I know it's hard, but you gotta be strong for me, and for my god kid."
Sam laughed at the word god kid. She made Kathe her daughter's god mother the minute she was born as a thank-you gift to her.
"It's just….that you've been with me for so long, and I don't think I can survive with these problems."
"Hey, be strong now Sammy. These are just trials, the sooner you pass them, the sooner you'll be in happiness."
Sam smiled. She stared at her finished dishes and removed her gloves as she faced her friend.
"I don't know how long these trials will end Kathe. It's been 4 years…"
The tears flowed out of her amethyst eyes like waterfalls as Kathe hugged her.
"Shh, Sam, she'll live. She's strong like you, she'll be okay." Kathe soothed her.
"The doctor doesn't know how much she'll be in there. What if…she dies?"
"She won't. Not now. She'll grow up, go to dances, get married and have kids. She'll live Sam, don't worry."
Sam smiled. Kathe sure knows how to make things go better.
"So when will you start packing?"
"Now would be a good time." Kathe smiled.