Sam's POV
I sat on the sofa in the house, my face buried into a pillow. I heard the door open and shut. Dad was home. I shut my eyes tight, hoping that if I shut them tight enough I would make myself invisible…
"Sam?"
Or not.
"You ok, Sam?"
I didn't say anything. What a dumb question! This guy really was an idiot.
"Sam?"
"What?" I said through the pillow. It was meant to come out snappy, but instead sounded more like a muffled "mmpfh" sound.
"Are you ok?"
I pulled the pillow away from my face and snapped a quick "Yes!" before burying my face in it again. Go away, go away, go away…
"Look, Sam…" I heard him say. I felt the couch sag as he sat down beside me. "I know this must be really tough for you…"
Oh look at this, I thought. He's trying to be sympathetic! He's probably using the same speech on you that he uses on a million people a day. Doctors can be so patronising sometimes.
"You don't know anything" I muttered.
"What?"
"You don't know anything" I said, chucking the pillow on the floor. "You don't know anything about me"
He was silent for a moment, and I thought briefly that he was going to leave. But then he spoke again.
"Let's play a game then. 20 questions. Let me get to know you"
I gave him a piercing stare. I could feel the hate and the rage boiling up inside me. It was all his fault. Everything! If he hadn't dumped mom then we wouldn't have moved to Austin and she wouldn't have been in that accident…
"No. I don't wanna play your stupid game! It's stupid! You're stupid! I hate you! If you'd even bothered to come down once in a while to see me then maybe I'd actually care about you! But I don't! So leave me alone!"
I got up, turned, and ran into my room, slamming the door behind me. I lay down on my bed and punched the pillow a few times.
"Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot…"
Exhausted, I flopped down onto my bed and buried my face in the duvet. A week had gone. Only…roughly four hundred and sixteen weeks to go.
