CHAPTER FIVE
Weeks had past and John was doing everything in his power to get Samantha back. Samantha couldn't bare it though, knowing that all his effort was being wasted. She knew that she could never be with him, period, and it was killing her to have him trying so hard for nothing. As long as this went on, the more it would hurt John. She loved him more than anything in the world and it tore her apart to see him hurting. In a way, she wished that he would just let it go...find someone else, move on. She just wanted him to be happy and she had convinced herself that breaking up with him was the right thing to do.
Samantha sat on her bed, music playing quietly in the background. Her head was rested back against the headboard and her eyes were firmly closed. Her mind was swimming with thoughts of John. She felt like screaming. Her cell phone had been ringing all day long, nearly every call from John. She heard a soft knock on her door and her eyes flew open. She reached for her remote control and switched her stereo system off.
"Come in!" she called out.
The door was slowly pushed open and in walked her brother, Andrew. "Hey." he said quietly.
"What do you want?" Samantha sighed. "Did dad send you up here?"
"No." Andrew shook his head. "No, I just came to see if you were okay."
Samantha couldn't help but laugh. "That's a good one, Andy."
"Seriously, Sam, you're my little sister and I care about you." Andrew insisted. "I know that you're hurting right now over this whole John situation and I know how you must be feeling..."
"You have no idea what I'm feeling." Samantha growled, narrowing her eyes at her older brother. "If it wasn't for you telling dad about finding me in the graveyard with John, none of this would have ever started in the first place. Me and John could have still been together. This is your fault, Andy, so don't try and pretend you give a fuck."
Samantha got up from her bed and went to walk away, but Andrew grabbed her wrist. "Please, Sam, just listen to me, would you?"
"Why the hell should I!"
"Please, Sam." Andrew said, a pleading look in his eyes as he looked up at Samantha.
She sighed deeply and yanked her wrist out of his hand, sitting back down onto the bed. "Fine, but make it quick."
There was a few moments of scilence before Andrew spoke. "I just wanted you to know how sorry I am."
There was no change in Samantha's facial expression as she merely said, "Is that all?"
"I don't blame you for not believing me after everything we've been through, but I really am sorry, Sam. Not just for the John thing, but for everything." Samantha didn't reply, she just looked at her brother curiously, wondering where this was going...if it was some kind of trap. Andrew took a deep breath before continuing. "There were times when I could have stopped dad and I didn't, and that makes me sick. I'm your brother, I'm supposed to protect you. And for that alone, I'm truly sorry."
Samantha's expression remained stern for a moment or two before softening slightly.
"And I'm also sorry for what I've done to you and John." Andrew said softly. "I can see know how much you love him, and how much he loves you, and I can't beileve I've ruined that for you."
Samantha took a deep breath and ran her hand through her hair. "It's okay, Andy, I don't blame you."
"You don't?"
"No. I blame dad." Samantha said bitterly. "He's the one that's done all this to us. He's the reason things are the way they are. It's him I hate, not you."
Andrew looked over at his little sister and smiled weakly at her. "I'm still sorry."
Samantha smiled back at her brother.
"We cool?" Andrew asked.
Samantha laughed lightly. "Yeah, we're cool." She moved closer to Andrew and wrapped her arms around his neck. He returned her embrace and held onto her tightly.
"You know what?" Andrew said as he pulled out of Samantha's grasp. "You and John really deserve to be together. You should be with him."
Samantha chuckled and shook her head. "Maybe, but we both know that dad isn't going to let that happen."
A wide grin came onto Andrew's face. "I've got an idea."
Samantha frowned in confusion. She still wasn't 100 sure that she could trust her older brother. He had done some pretty rotten things to her in the past and she knew how coniving and manipulative he could be. Maybe this was all just one big trick. But if it meant getting John back, was it worth taking the risk? What did she really have to lose?
"I'm listening." Samantha replied.
Well, that's chapter five done! R&R guys!