Dead. Sami was dead. He couldn't believe it, didn't want to believe it. No one wants to believe their soul mate was dead. And that's what she was, his soul mate. The soul mate that he pushed away because of stupid jealousy! If he could just take back the last 48 hours everything would be different. Sami would still be here, safe in his arms. Instead, Lucas sat in the police station, numb. All he could do was relive the last couple of hours in his mind.
Lucas knocked again, the hollow sound reverberating through the apparently empty apartment. Well, if she wasn't there he would just wait inside; she had to come home eventually.
As he entered the apartment he caught the jasmine scent that Sami always used and the soothing sound of muffled music coming from the bathroom. Of course this meant she was in the bath, which could only mean that she was upset, but it was okay because he was here to fix everything.
Smirking to himself he eased open the bathroom door. She was under the water, probably rinsing the shampoo from the silky hair he loved so much. The bubbles of the bath left just enough to his memory and imagination.
He swept a hot gaze over her naked body, yes making up would be fun. He had been devouring the sight before him like a starving man for what felt like hours, when he realized she hadn't resurfaced.
The cold terror of panic set in. He ran to the tub and pulled Sami out of the water. She looked pale as death and didn't move no matter how much he shook her. When her body remained lifeless, he began CPR, unaware of the tears falling from his eyes.
"Sami, please, baby don't be dead!" he cried out. Desperately he pumped her chest and gave his air to her, with no results.
"Breathe, damn it! Come on, Sami, you're a fighter. Fight for yourself. Fight for Will. Fight for me!" When CPR proved hopeless, Lucas looked angrily to the sky, almost believing that if God could see his pain he would give life back to her body.
"It wasn't supposed to be like this. We were supposed to be together. We were supposed to be a family! Just give her back, do you hear me God! Give her back, it's not time yet!"
His anger spent for the moment, but the anguish fresh in his heart, Lucas collapsed into tears burying his face in her hair.
By noon tomorrow he would be surrounded by supporters, but all he wanted was Sami. He would give everything he had, everything in him, to see her smile one more time. He didn't want the false sympathy from the citizens of Salem. He knew they didn't care. They had never cared about Sami, none of them. Now they would all pretend to grieve for her in death, when they had treated her like crap in life.
Lucas wasn't sure how he got home, or how he got in Sami's apartment. He vaguely remembered being questioned by Bo. Exhausted, he collapsed on her bed; he just needed to feel close to her tonight, especially because of the guilt.
Two things kept running through his mind, and he wasn't sure which was worse. The first was what had prompted him to go to her, after he had talked to Philip at the Blue Note.
"You just met this girl, and you're taking her home for the second night in a row. Now that's home, meaning right down the hall from Sami. How do you think that makes her feel, or do you even care?"
The second was the police's thoughts for the moment.
"It looks as though this was a suicide."
And it was all his fault.