CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Samantha gathered her clothes together then went into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She switched on the shower and let it heat up for a few minutes. She looked in the mirror, tears flowing down her cheeks. She couldn't believe John. She couldn't believe that he would break a promise to her like that. She trusted him and he betrayed that trust. What hurt her even more though was that she had given herself to him the night before only to have him deceive her at the first given opportunity. What if all he really wanted was sex? What if he had waited all this time, just to get her into his bed before showing his true colors? He'd gotten what he wanted so why would he need to hold back anymore? Samantha was so confused. She had known John for a long time and there was part of her that just refused to believe he was like that. But then again, there was a part of her that thought maybe it wasn't so farfetched.

She shook her head clear and wiped her tears away, before stripping down and stepping into the shower, ducking her head under the warm spray. She let the water run over her for a while, her mind swimming with thoughts of John and this whole situtation. She felt like screaming. She was so fed up of the constant drama in her life. Why couldn't she just have a normal life like everyone else? Every time things started to look up, something always happened to bring her down again. As a child she lived in constant hope that everything would work itself out and that she would magically end up escaping her evil father and living happily ever after, like in the fairy tales she had read, but now she was older, she realized that fate was nothing more than a lie. If she wanted it, she would have to find her own happiness, and wherever it was, it certainly wasn't there with John.

"Okay, so the flight leaves at one o'clock? In an hour? Fine, get me a ticket and I'll be there in about twenty minutes. And Chrissy's with you? Good. I'll see you in a little while. Bye." Samantha said as she flipped her cell phone shut. That was it, she had made her decision. She was leaving New York for good.

Samantha dried herself off with the white towel that was wrapped around her body. She had expected John to have come up to her by now, but he hadn't. Maybe that in itself showed just how much he cared about her? Samantha threw on her clothes from yesterday and pulled her hair back into a messy-looking ponytail before tugging her shoes on and heading to the bathroom door. She stood there for a few minutes. She just took a deep breath, unlocked the door and walked out of it and down the stairs.

When she came to the bottom of the stairs, she saw John sitting on the couch in the living room with his head in his hands. Her heart melted as soon as she looked at him, but she quickly reminded herself of what he had done. She bit down on her bottom lip and started to walk towards the front door. Perhaps she could just sneak out without him seeing her, but that plan soon failed.

"Sam?" John's raspy voice asked, his head shooting upright when he heard her footsteps.

She took a breath before looking towards him. "I--I'm going to go now..."

"No." John exclaimed, jumping up and walking to her. "You can't go...not until we've talked about this."

"There's nothing to talk about, John." Samantha shook her head. "I have to go now. Good-bye."

She placed her hand on the doorhandle of the front door, only to be stopped by John. He gently covered her hand with his and moved closer to her.

"Don't go." he whispered to her. "I'm so sorry for what I did. Please, don't leave me."

"John, I have to..."

"No, you don't." John insisted. "We can talk about this. Please, Sam?"

"John..."

"Please? I love you so much. I can't lose you, not now." John whispered. He brought his free hand up and ran his fingers through the loose strands of hair that had fallen out of Samantha's ponytail. He leaned down and gently pressed him lips against hers. She sighed softly and began to kiss him back. John took his hand off of hers and placed it on the side of her face. Samantha leaned closer to him, resting her hands on his stomach as their kiss grew more passionate. Suddenly, coming to her senses, Samantha moved her hands up to John's chest and shoved him backwards with as much strength and she could muster.

"Stop it, John." Samantha said sternly. "Don't make this harder than it already is."

"It doesn't have to be hard..."

"I have to go now, otherwise I'm going to be late." Samantha interupted, reaching for the doorhandle again.

"Late? Late for what?" John asked, grabbing her by the shoulders, stopping her from leaving.

"My flight." she replied.

"What flight? Where are you going?" John asked frantically.

"L.A...with Andrew."

"Andrew?" John questionned. "No, no you can't..."

"I can and I am, John, and if I'm not at the JFK airport by one o'clock, I'll miss my flight." Samantha said, shrugging John away. "Good-bye." she said as she opened the door and hurried out.

"Sam!" John called after her. "Sam, come back, please!"

It was no use though, she just completely ignored him. She called a taxi off of the street and climbed into it. In her heart she was kind of hoping that John would come after her, but as she turned around to look back, he had gone back inside the house. Her eyes filled up as the taxi took off.

Meanwhile, John was sat in his living room, shocked over what had just happened. The only woman he has ever loved had just left him and was half way to California, and what did he do to try and stop her? Nothing. He couldn't believe that he had just let her go like that. Samantha was the only woman in his whole life that he had been crazy about and he had just let her slip away, and now it was too late. Or was it? John glanced over at the clock. It was only 12:20. He paused to think for a minute or two. He could still make it. JFK was only fifteen minutes, twenty at the most, from his house. He then reached over and grabbed his cell phone from the coffee table. He dialled a number quickly and held the small phone to his ear.

"C'mon, man, answer the phone." he mummbled as it rung.

He was just about to give up when someone answered. "Hello?"

"Randy? Man, am I glad you're in." John said. "Listen, I don't suppose you could drive me over to the JFK airport, could you?"

"Ummm...I dunno, man, I'm kinda busy here." Randy replied.

"Please, Randy, this is important." John pleaded. "I wouldn't ask, but my car's in the shop and you're the only one I know who's in town right now."

Randy paused for a moment before sighing and saying, "Okay, but you owe me big."

"Can you get me there by one?" John asked.

"Sure, no problem." Randy replied.

"Thanks, Randy." John said. "I'll never ask you for another favour as long as I live."

"I'll hold you to that." Randy laughed. "I'll be round yours in about ten minutes."

"Aiight. Thanks again, Randy."

Suspense is always my aim at the end of chapters. lol. Hope y'all liked. R&R please!