Hey! I know its been a long time. Life just sort of caught up with me. I would like to thank all of you who have been with me since the beginning. It's your reviews that help me keep going.
Lately I have doubted my writing ability. So let's see if this can help restart it. :)
Sam POV:
"Sam, are you in there? You haven't been to your classes all day. Do you need anything?" I groaned, rolling over to glance at the clock. My roommate was right; I had been in bed all day. I just didn't feel like it was worth it anymore. Sighing, I blew my nose; tossing the tissue into the growing pile inside the trash bin.
"I just don't feel good. Can you explain that to my professors? I'm taking my 2 days of sick leave." I heard her agree; before the sound of the front door alerted me to her departure. Here at Princeton we have 2 days of sick leave a month. The professors will give us our homework when we come back; and a standard week to make it up. Right now; I could care less.
Shoving the covers back; I wobbly made my way toward the bathroom. Switching on the light I looked at my reflection. Eyes bloodshot from crying; nose running; hair matted and tangled. I was a mess. Gripping the counter top, I shook my head. Get yourself together girl! It's just….Austin. A flash of pain went through my chest as tears brimmed my eyes. Why did he have to cheat? I mean, I always knew she was the most attractive out of the two of us.
Have they been cheating ever since that encounter in the alleyway? Before then? I sobbed, letting myself sink to the floor in agony. Clutching my knees to my chest I buried my face in them.
"Dad, why does it hurt so much?" The answer never came. Sometimes I wondered if he was even listening.
Austin POV:
She had turned her phone off. Her roommate wouldn't tell me anything. She wasn't in any of her classes. She hadn't gone to work. I checked everywhere. Sighing as stood next to Sam's car in front of her apartment, I kicked a pebble off the curb.
Why didn't she believe me? Surely she would know that I loved her; and only her. I walked forward; leaning my shoulder on the door. Pressing my ear against the door I could hear the t.v. on. So she was home! I just have to talk to her! Taking out my wallet; I grabbed a credit card. Kneeling, I grabbed the door handle for leverage.
It opened! I looked down in amazement. I could have sworn the door was locked when I got here. I had even seen the roommate lock it behind her. Shaking my head as I put my card back I slowly pushed the door open.
Peeking around the corner; I noticed the bathroom door was shut. Walking quietly over; I made to knock when I heard the worst sound in the whole world. Sam was crying. Gut wrenching sobs echoed out of the bathroom; I nodded my head in shame. What had I done?
Taking a seat in front of the door; I leaned my head back, listening to her cry. What else could I do? She obviously doesn't want me here; and who's to blame her. I screwed up big time. I sat and waited; waiting for her to stop crying, to stop hating me, waiting for a sign. I wish I could hold her in my arms and sooth away all the pain. How am I supposed to sooth away pain; if I am the one causing it?
After awhile; the cries began to weaken. When they stopped; I waited another minute or two before standing up and placing my hand on the door knob. It was now or ever. I was going to tell her the truth whether it killed me or not!
Turning the door handle I glanced down at the floor. There my beautiful Samantha was; lying on a cold floor. Her body lay in a fetal position as I noted how exhausted she looked. Guilt racked my body again. I had done this to her. I had caused the one person I cared for so much pain and suffering. All because of that no good…gah! I can't even say her wretched name!
Leaning down I brushed hair out of Sam's face. I scooped her up in my arms. Letting her head fall to my shoulder. It felt good to have her in my arms again; but not like this. Not with Sam crying herself to sleep. I walked over to her bedroom; placing my beautiful angel on the bed.
Pulling the covers over her; I sighed. Kissing her on the top of the head I whispered, "I am so sorry. Please forgive me Sam." Turning on my heel; I got myself busy as I waited for her to wake. Maybe when she does I can finally tell her the truth; and maybe…just maybe, everything will be alright.
Alrighty! I hope this was okay. Sorry it was so short. I will update sometime soon! Cross my heart and hope to die! Hope you all are enjoying your start of summer! Please review! I am open to any suggestion you give. :)