Here you guys go. Please don't murder me! I already put myself in hell for writing this chapter! I also put myself in hell for loving your reactions. -sigh- enjoy.
Sammy felt sick to her stomach. She didn't know what to do. She sat in the bush even after she finished sobbing. She needed to look at this situation clearly.
If she told Topher how much she actually despised him, he would hate her. He would hate her so much. Everything she told him might be blabbed out to. He might tell people what she did to herself.
If she didn't tell him, Amy would hurt her. She'd probably abuse her even harsher. Sammy didn't want to get hurt anymore.
But maybe if she didn't tell Topher, he'd still help her. No. She didn't want that either. She didn't want the pity. She already felt awful about it.
But. . .if she told him, he might like Amy more. Why did she care? Oh, she knew why.
She knew it was because he was the first guy to treat her nicely. The first person to try to know who she was. Jasmine was lovely, but didn't get a lot of information from her. Topher was the first person to call her Sammy in a long time. Topher was the first person she ever came out of her safe world to. The first to try and sympathize that things would be okay.
He was also wonderful. To talk to, to laugh with, to. . .look at. Sammy already knew how good looking he was, but the way he smiled at her was unbelievable. The kindness in his green eyes was heart wrenching. He was just. . .perfect. Sammy could deny it, but it was all there- she had a crush on Topher.
She didn't want to lose him. She wouldn't know what to do if she lost him. She sighed, still weighing her options.
He'll forget me after this show is over, she thought, we don't live in the same area, we don't go to the same school. It's different with Amy. She's my sister. I . . .I can afford to lose Topher. I have to, or Amy will have me dead before I graduate.
Tears ran down Sammy's face more. She wiped them away and tried to seem unbroken as she walked up into the tree cabin. She wanted to go to sleep now, so no one could see how hurt she really was.
The next day was a challenge day. Sammy knew Amy wanted her to tell Topher before it started. It was hard to wake up, or do anything. Everything felt like a struggle.
At breakfast, she didn't look at him or anyone. She looked at her lap, trying to force food down her tight throat. This was going to be brutal.
Chris called for the campers shortly afterwards. Topher screamed to Chris he was coming and started to make a move for it. He made a subtle stop and looked at Sammy. "Wanna run with me?"
Sammy would've said yes, but she couldn't. She had to do as she was told. "Pfft, why would I run with you?" She was using her standing up method. The method he helped her with.
Topher looked confused, then laughed. "I see what you're doing there. Come on, I'm not your sister."
Sammy rolled her eyes. "You're not Chris either, but you think you are. Seriously, how creepy is that?"
Topher looked a little hurt. "Am I talking to Sammy or Amy?"
"Can't you tell us apart? I thought you knew me enough to know. Did the hair gel go into your brain?"
"What put you in this mood of yours?" Topher snapped, starting to feel irritated.
"What put you into your Chris obsession?" Sammy retorted. Topher frowned.
"I don't know what turned you into a bitch all of a sudden, but I don't think I care. Maybe your sister was right. You were lying to me with your sweet and gentle ways. But now that I try to be your friend? You're just cold hearted Samey." He stomped off, not even looking back.
Sammy stood there. She couldn't believe what she just said or even how. Everything in her was shattered. She was Samey again.
She felt someone yank her hair quickly. "Good job, sis. I'm surprised that you even had it in you." Amy laughed at her, pulling her arm as she walked. Her tight grip was putting pressure on Samey's wounds. It didn't hurt as bad as she felt on the inside though
I'm honestly punching myself in the face