But that happened five months ago.
Zara moved away. I started to get really depressed, barely coming out of my room. I found comfort in books, music and the Internet. One day I came out of my room to get some dinner. My dad had been really tense the entire day.
"Why don't you ever come out of your room?" he rubbed his forehead with his thumb and index finger.
"I just had stuff to do..." I replied quietly. My father and I never really got along too well, but after what happened to me, my trust for adults lessened even more.
In school when they tell you to "tell an adult", don't listen. You can't trust anyone, really.
"You ALWAYS have stuff to do!" he raised his voice and at that point my mother walked in.
"What's going on?" she asked, concerned.
"You know damn well, I told you what would happen if the both of you didn't get your act together!" He pointed a slender finger at me.
"What did I do?!" I asked, taken aback.
"Everything, I am DONE with the BOTH of you."
He divorced my mother two months later. We found out he had been out gambling the night before and lost his entire savings. He gambled often enough, but it never got this bad. He took out his rage on my mother and I, but I still feel like it was my fault.
Samantha's POV
It took me a second to realise what I was doing before I pulled away. Wasn't easy to though, Jack and his hands on my arms with a tight grip I couldn't escape at first. When he felt me trying to get away, he stopped and looked a little upset.
"What's wrong?" he asked. I hesitated.
"I just... It's going a little... A little fast, don't you think? I'm sorry, Jack, I like you but..." Ohhhh my gosh the look on his face was about to make me cry. "Can we stay friends for now and see how it works out? I just want to get to know you better..." I was expecting him to say "okay" or "no problem".
"You don't trust me?"
No, Jack, I don't.
"I do!" I lied. "Please? It doesn't mean no..." He wiped his syrupy hands on his trouser legs."Could I wash up in your bathroom?" I smiled at him. Thankfully he smiled back.
"Sure, follow me..." I think he was about to reach for my hand, but he bit his lip and walked towards the stairs.
He brought me to what must have been the guest room - it looked unused and tidy plus there was no evidence of someone occupying it. The room was an en suite.
"You can wash your hair too, let me get you a towel." Jack was back in a flash with a white towel. I nodded a thanks and headed inside.
After washing my hair and face, I met Jack downstairs in the living room. He was sitting on the couch tuning his guitar. His dad had come home and the kitchen was still a mess.
"Hey Jack I- oh hello," his dad smiled. Oh crap.
"H-Hi Mr. Barakat," I stuttered.
"Jack, who's this?"
"Samantha," he said, without looking up from his guitar.
"Nice to meet you, Samantha. I don't- JACK!" Mr. Barakat turned to the mess on the kitchen counter. Jack dropped his guitar at my feet in surprise.
"The one time I don't put the strap around my neck," he mumbled. I picked it up and handed it to him.
"Thanks."
Jack and I cleaned up the kitchen in an awkward kind of silence. For once, I tried to make conversation but Jack was not having any of it. I left a while later. When I got home, I headed straight for my bed, dug my pillow in my face and screamed.
