Chapter 7: Getting to know more about Sam and Lilly
A.N. in Sam's POV
I walked up to Alex and Lillian's house, thinking of words that would help my chances with her. I'm odd like that. I think before I talk.
I knocked on the door, and when Alex opened the door only far enough to stick his hand through the door, to get the keys that I willingly gave to him, I knew something was wrong.
My next words were, unfortunately, not thought out, "What's wrong? Is it Lillian?"
I heard a sob come from, what could only be, her.
"Alex . . ." he sighed, looking at me seriously, he told me to, "Get the hell out of here, Sam."
He opened the door a bit wider, to get out of the house, but it wasn't fast enough. I still saw her laying on the couch, crying.
Seeing her like this, hearing her sobs, was killing me.
"Go away, Sam, you're not helping her any." Alex was really pissing me off.
"Let me try, please . . . I can't just go away knowing she's like this."
"I hate mates." Alex stated
"Wait until you find yours, demon." Then, I remembered the demons way of mating, and shivered. I can't believe a demon can take that sort of damage. At least I can be certain that Lillian can take my bite, I shrugged.
"I can't wait." He said sarcastically
"Please, let me try." I repeated.
He opened the door, "Help yourself, Sam. Just remember . . . she's delicate."
"I know." I said, as I entered the house, he shut the door, again, and maybe two seconds later, I heard his car roar to life.
As I heard to car leave, I looked at my future, laying on the brown couch, and when I finally couldn't stand to look any more, I whispered,
"Lilly, please" the small voice I used seemed to take her out of her trance.
Her eyes opened, widened, and then her was sprinting towards, what I assumed to be, her room.
I did the obvious thing and ran after her.
"Lilly," I said as her door slammed into my face. "Can I come in?"
"NO!"
"Please, Lilly?" I said in a sad tone.
"The door doesn't lock." I took it as an invitation, and opened the door.
I looked at the emptiness of the room, holding only a dresser, and a bed. A futon.
I kneeled next to her futon, "What's wrong, Lilly?" I pleaded with my eyes.
See, to humans , this might seem a little early to them, but my body, mind, and heart had already recognized her as my mate, and had accepted her into every part of myself.
"Nothing." My anger raised, I had never hated a lie as much as I hated that one, in her mouth.
I crawled on her bed, and shifted her so I could hold her comfortably in my arms.
"Please . . . tell me?" instead she invaded,
"What's your full name?" I went with it, petting her hair: trying to comfort her, without knowing know.
"Sam Igles Matthews." Lie.
"Igles?" my mom's rapist.
"Mom's into weird names." I hated lying to her, it was so wrong!
She chuckled . . . and I fell more in love with her.
Wait, love?
Yes, love.
Holy shit.
Her face was so beautiful.
"Do you have any brothers, or sisters?"
Oh, by the way Igles means devil, lethal devil. Dangerous one. . .
"No," I accidently said curtly. She winced.
Mom hadn't wanted another, and neither did dad . . .
One devil was enough.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, like that." I squeezed her – just a bit. Mindful she wasn't yet completely demon, and even then she was part Leo.
"I get it. You don't want brothers or sisters." I wish that were it. She sighed and continued with the questions. "Your favorite color?"
Her eye color, "Pale blue." Then, I asked her the same, "How 'bout you?"
"Green." And she blushed. I let it go, I didn't want to embarrass her yet.
"What's YOUR first name?"
"Lillian Marie Maxwelchski," Nothing else.
"Is Alex your only brother?"
"Yes," . . . waiting
"Any sisters?"
"No." . . .
"Will you tell me what's wrong?"
"No."
"Never?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe?'
"Next month."
"Will you join me for diner, this evening?"
. . . "Are you asking me on a date?"
"Not if you don't want it to be." She stiffened, I think she wanted a 'HELL, NO!'
But I couldn't say no to her, my mate. "And if you're not ready."
"I'm a little confused, can . . . can we wait?"
I – bring the asshole, I was born to be- pushed her. "Why? There's nothing wrong with two people going on a date."
"Because!" She hopped up. "I've never felt like this before, okay? I've never felt safe, I've never felt chariest, needed, is that alright with you?" she paced, and I gave her five minutes, before I went behind her and wrapped my arms around her.
I leaned my head on her shoulder, "Okay," I murmured. "I'll wait. As long as you know, I'm here for you, Okay?"
I loved her . . .
"Okay." She said and nestled into my cheek.
"Do you want some dinner?"
"Didn't we just have this conversation?"
"Just for the sack of getting food. I'm hungry."
"I guess . . . " she said and lifted her head, "can I get my shoes?"
"Sure," I lifted my head, and she ran to get her shoes. "Should I drive?" I called out
"If you want to."
I realized that I gave the keys to Alex, and started searching for the keys, while she got ready.
I found them on the hood of her car. Very stupid of Alex.
She walked out of the house looking like an angel, with her brown coat, and blue jeans. But then again, she always looks like an angel, doesn't she?
"Okay! Let's go!"
"Where?"
"Good question, where do you want to go?"
"McDonalds?"
"Sure!"
Closest McDonalds: 20 miles, literally.
Does anyone know what to do now?
A.N. I hope you enjoyed reading.
Thank you for reading.
-Elizabeth Kujawski
