I wanted to write a new story, NOT NOW but at-least after I've finished HALF my stories. So the ideas that I've been thinking about are 1. A race story 2. Sams a young teacher, and Mercy is a student or 3. Sams in a gang, and he's bad news, and Mercy is an innocent girl. Let me know which one you guys think I should do, majority wins. THANK YOU RESSIE !
"Mercedes," he began shocked, with tears in his eyes.
Mercedes stood there frozen and in total shock. She felt like someone was chocking her, and it wouldn't stop. It felt like slowly by slowly she was losing her ability to breathe. It was like with more time her life was being taken away from her. She started gasping for air, like a fish that's been taken out of it's water bowl. George got up to try and help her, it looked like she was having an anxiety attack.
"Mercy, you have to breath!" George said panicking. It wasn't working, it was making it worse, she stood up pacing around, grasping for air. Sam walked over to her, and wrapped his arms around her, holding onto her for dear life.
"Mercedes, please you have to breathe, calm down" he said, she nodded solemnly. Her breathing started to sooth but it wasn't there completely.
"Baby please, breathe calm down, baby please breathe for me?" He begged, she looked into his eyes surprised that he called her baby, just by looking into his eyes she could tell he was being genuine. What shocked her even more, was the fact that it didn't bother her, it made her feel better. They stood there staring into each others eyes, silently communicating with each other with out using words. Not being able to bare his intense gaze, she looked down and buried her head into his chest. He laid his chin on top of her head, both lost in the moment. It wasn't until George cleared his throat, did they both jump away from each other.
"Mercedes I think we should talk... alone" he pleaded with her.
"With all do respect, I'm not leaving," Sam said standing his ground, he was really tired of people telling him he had to leave Mercedes' side. He hasn't really known her long, but he's been there for her through her toughest times, and no way was he going to leave now, no way.
"Young man, this is family business, learn your place!" Mr. Jones said stepping to Sam, but he wasn't going to back down.
"STOP!" Mercedes screamed, she walked up to her father.
"Don't you dare disrespect Sam and play the family card, because I swear on everything that I care about he's been more of a family to me, than you have." She spat.
"Mercy, if you would let me explain," he tried.
"Don't worry, you for damn sure are going to explain, but I'm letting you know Sam isn't going anywhere," she said, more so to reassure herself. George looked at Sam up and down, already not liking him, but continued none the less, because he needed to talk to Mercedes, and get her to listen. He sat on the bed, and patted the spot next to him for her to sit.
"I'll stand." She said, he simply nodded and started.
"I know Uncle Shawn has explained everything to you, I was trying to help Mercedes, you have to believe me," He started.
"You're kidding me right? You tried to help?" She asked.
"Your mother was trying to get me killed!" He tried.
"YOU, YOU, YOU that's all I've been hearing. Do you hear yourself, what about me huh? What about how I felt?" She asked, angrily wiping a tear away. Sam held her hand squeezing it, to give her the strength she needed, to continue and to show her she had someone on her side.
"Mercedes, if I caught her it would have helped the both of us," He tried again.
"These are all sad excuses, that's all I hear coming out your mouth. You knew what she was capable of, and you left me with her, so she could hurt me. You used me as bait, your own daughter. Do you know what she did? What she put me through? Not a day goes by that she didn't hurt me in a way, not a day goes by in which she didn't remind me of your "death" or blame me for it. Every day that I was with her, I wanted to take my life. I didn't want to be here anymore, death was better than being alive." She spat.
"Mercedes i-i-i didn't know," he said tears started forming.
"Did that make it any better? I needed you, and and you weren't there for me, where were you? Living the life here, with no harm on your back, you know there's nights were the need to take my life became so unbearable that I've called a suicide prevention hotline 1800-273-8255. I memorized that number, I called it at-least 3 times a damn week!" She spat angrily.
"I'm so sorry," he tried.
"Oh, you're sorry? That isn't going to cut it." She pulled up her sleeves and showed him the slits on her wrist.
"You see these, those were my pain relievers, I cut myself for god sakes. You are just as much to blame for me being fucked up, and all. Just like that women, but accept, you're worst. You could have stopped all this. You are fucking sick!" She said bitterly.
"Mercedes, please watch your mouth, I'm still your father." He said barely above a whisper, more to reassure himself.
"A father is any man who is there for their children, and supports and loves them. Any idiot can make a baby, but it takes a real man to be a father, and for all it's concerned you died in my eyes the day you faked your death. You are dead to me!" She yelled angrily, and ran out the room, not giving him a chance to talk or say another word. She got everything she wanted to say off her chest, and now she had something else in mind, she was going to be done with all this once in for all. She felt strong arms engulf her, she tensed than relaxed knowing it was Sam, she got out of is grasp and just looked at him, she needed to speak to him.
"Sam, I want to talk to you," she said, finally finding her voice.
"Sure," he answered.
"Can we go to your house, I really don't want to go to that place" she said softly. Sam nodded and pulled out his phone and called his family driver. The car ride was silent but with in 20 minutes they were there. He opened the front door, held her hand and walked her into is room closing the door.
"Okay, where do you think we stand?" She started.
"i don't know to tell you the truth, I know I like you more than a friend." He admitted.
"And I like you more than a friend," she said back.
"So where does that leave us?" He asked.
"You're a playboy, and I'm basically an orphan. I'm all fucked up" she said running her hand through her hair.
"Mercedes don't say that, you're not fucked up. You've been through a lot, and here you are still standing strong, does it sound like you're fucked up? No, it sounds like you'rea beautiful, independent, human being." He answered, moving closer to her.
"Sam, if we do decide to go anywhere with this, what ever this is, I don't know, it doesn't end just here." She tried giving him a chance to back away now, even though she wanted him with her, she didn't want to tie him down.
"Mercedes, I'm here to stay," he assured her pulling her into his chest.
"Why do you want to be with me, I have so much extra baggage? You can have any other girl, why me?" She asked.
"I've had every other girl, I want you. But this is different, unlike the other girls I don't just want you in a sexual way, I want your heart, your soul, everything." He answered genuinely.
"You're simping now?" She said pulling him into a tight hug, holding onto him. He leaned and captured her lips into his, a slow passionate kiss, a never ending kiss, a kiss he planned on giving her all the time. He pulled away and brushed her side bangs out her face.
"Don't hurt me or let go," she begged.
"I wouldn't dream of it," he answered back with out missing a beat.
"Sam there's something you should know." She said. "I want to hire a lawyer, I have some things I want to do."
"Okay, and I'll be here with you," he answered her.
"I'm going to meet with one, in an hour if you want to come, I just have a couple of things I want to get from home." She said.
"Okay let's go." He said grabbing her hand and interlacing their fingers.
She got all the papers she needed everything, down to all the assets her dad gave her, she put them all in front of her lawyers desk.
"Okay Mercedes, I've calculated everything that I have in front of me, including the house, and all the money. It looks like you have yourself half a million, but that's only if you decide to sell the house. You're 18 so I've put all the money into a bank account for you. You said you wanted to sell your house but only after 4 months, because you have 1 more month of school, and three months of summer, and then you're leaving so that's on the market." She finished.
"That sounds right," she said and Sam squeezed her hand.
"Is there anything else, that you want me to do?" She asked.
"Yes, if I wanted to get emancipated, how would I go about doing this?" She asked.
What do you guys think? Let me know and back to the earlier A/N let me know what you guys pick. Choice A,B, OR C. pick one.
