Hi I'm back, here's chapter 10.
Also, thanks to TamForever for reading and reviewing all of my stories and chapters and being really nice about my writing!
Tom woke up, glancing at the clock he could see that it was still the middle of the night.
For the past 6 nights, he had been woken by screaming and crying from upstairs. Sam had been having horrific nightmares.
Tom made his way upstairs for the
third time that evening. He slowly nudged open the door to her bedroom, where she was sobbing and screaming inaudible words in her sleep.
"DON'T LEAVE ME! STOP! PLEASE MUM! DAD!"
Tom couldn't bear to see her like this. Although she needed her sleep more than anyone, he felt cruel not to wake her from her restless slumber.
"Sam? Sam it's me, Tom. Everything will be fine. Shhh..."
Tom cradled Sam close, stopping her flailing fists from beating him up. Tom had fixed the plaster cast at the hospital, but he had decided that a sling was useless in the night, her natural instinct was to protect herself from anything that could harm her. Every night she had ended up hurting her neck from pulling the sling as she tried to hit him.
"It's ok Samantha, don't cry, it's only me."
"Oh Tom, it was so horrible. Mum and Dad... they just stood there... laughing... and I was falling... into a deep, black hole... I couldn't get out Tom."
Sam sobbed and shook against him uncontrollably, whilst Tom tried to comfort her as best he could.
"Are you sure you'll be ok for the funeral tomorrow?"
"Yes... yes I'll be fine. I can't really miss it."
"You should really try and sleep then. Do you want me to stay up here with you?"
Tom could see Sam's haggard face shifting uncomfortably.
"Yes please... I mean, if that's ok with you."
"Don't be silly, of course it is."
Tom and Sam broke from their hugging position and lay down. Sam broke the silence about 3 minutes later.
"Thank you Tom... for being here for me. I couldn't have done it without you."
Tom glanced over to the resting figure on his left.
"You're more than welcome. I couldn't just leave you though. I know what it's like, I understand everything that you're going through so I wasn't just planning to leave you stranded to plough through it on your own."
"What do you mean... you understand? How could you? You have two parents right?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
Tom rolled over onto his side, tears threatening to fall over his eyelids. He stared at the wall and tried to ignore Sam's sigh as she fell to sleep. Tom turned back and gazed at her perfect face, basking in undisturbed sleep for the first time in a while. He gazed at her tearstained eyelashes and soft, pink lips.
How long will it be before one of us makes a move?