Hi, sorry it's been so long since I updated, I've been really busy this weekend. Ill try to post the next chapter asap! Here's chapter 7: it's not very interesting or good so forgive me! Please read and review!
Tom pulled his phone out of his pocket for what seemed like the hundredth time. He scrolled down to Sam's name and glanced at his long list of unanswered messages.
He'd been texting and calling Sam all week, with no reply.
Sighing, he clicked on her name and hopefully held the phone up to his ear.
"Hello this is Samantha Nicholls. I'm sorry I'm not here to take your call. Please leave a message and I'll ring back as soon as possible."
"Ummm.. Hi Sam. It's me again. Please call back so I know if you're ok. Ummm... Ok then. Bye"
Tom searched through his contact list for her address, before getting into his car after his shift.
He drove anxiously, pushing the accelerator down more every time he thought about Sam.
This is silly... I mean, I barely know her and I'm going to her house unexpectedly. She's probably fine anyway...
Tom abruptly pulled up in the street outside her flat.
He jogged to the door and rang the doorbell several times before jogging back to see if he could peer through the window.
On the top floor, he spotted a small trail of blood embellishing the clear glass.
Something isn't right...
Tom ran up and kicked the door hard, grinning as it swung open easily.
I've always wanted to do that...
He ran up the hallway stairs and found scraps of photos littering the carpet, next to an old book sitting open on the desk.
He followed the trail of paper upstairs to the bedroom.
Tom hurriedly smashed open the door and gasped as he found a beautiful girl silently crying on the floor.
The plaster on the wall was cracked, and a metal photo frame lay beneath the mark, the photo and the glass missing, crystal spikes sombrely lying on the floor.
God, she must have a killer throw to dent that blooming wall!
On the windowsill there was a scrunched up photo, with lots of blood soaked into it, and the window held the red mark where it had hit.
Finally, a helpless young girl was curled up on the floor, sobbing her eyes out.
Tom sprinted over to this poor young girl, cautiously reaching out a hand to comfort her. Her sling had been flung over to one side of the room and her plastered arm was slightly cracked.
"GET OFF ME! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Sam screamed and started to recklessly hit Tom, hard, angry fists flying into him.
"Hey stop... Sam it's me... Tom?!"
She carried on hitting him, even as he pulled her into a warm hug, trying to comfort her. He tried to grab onto her flailing fists as they left bruises on his chest. He could see that they were tightly clutching shards of glass and dripping blood.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"Sam! Calm down. It's ok, I'm here."
Sam's raging fists gradually grew weaker as she became more tired. Tom scooped her up into his arms ignoring the reluctant struggles and ran her to the car, lying her down in the back seat.
"GET OFF ME! YOU DON'T KNOW ME! SOMEBODY HELP!"
"Shhh, shhh Sam. I'm taking you to the hospital, don't worry OW! Please just let me take you there."
There was no answer from Sam's screaming mouth, her eyes were screwed up and she repeatedly kicked and punched thin air, occasionally making contact with Tom.
He climbed into the driver's seat and sped off towards the ED.
Finally, chapter 7 finished yay! Ive always thought that Toms voice mail sounds exactly like the kind of message Dylan would leave hehe :)