CHAPTER FOUR

"Is that all." John snorted. "You could have told us that over the phone, ya know."

Andrew glared at John. "I thought I owed it to Sam to tell her in person."

"Owed it to her?" John snickered.

"Stop it." Samantha said sternly, her eyes fixed on the table, not looking up at her brother, nor her husband. "Last week?" she then asked, her voice still holding no real emotion.

"Huh?" Andrew responded, looking at his little sister in confusion.

Samantha raised her eyes, only to narrow them at Andrew. "You said, this happened last week."

"Yeah..." Andrew began before he was cut off by Samantha.

"And you didn't think to tell me this sooner?" she said, her voice low and angry.

"Well...ummm..." Andrew tried to speak. "I didn't know if you'd wanna know."

"You didn't know if I'd want to know that my father was in hospital?" Samantha growled. "You didn't think I'd want to know that my father could have died?"

"Well...it's just...I mean, it's not like you two had a perfect relationship or anything..."

"He's still my dad." Samantha said loudly, raising from her seat. "And I had the right to know the second he was taken in to hospital. Instead I had to hear it a week later? How do you think that makes me feel, Andrew!" Samantha yelled, slamming her fists down on to the table.

"Hey, baby, it's okay." John said softly, standing from his own seat and wrapping his arm around his wife's shoulders. "Just calm down, yeah?"

Samantha just let out a frustrated sigh and looking up at John.

"Come on, John." she said, glaring back at Andrew. "Let's go home."

She then turned around and walked towards the door.

"Sammy? Where are you going?" Samantha heard a voice call to her.

She turned to see her little sister waiting at the counter. Andrew had obviously told her to stay away while he talked to Samantha.

Samantha just smiled weakly at her sister and walked over to her. She squatted down and reached her arms out, pulling Chrissy in to a hug.

"I've got to go home now, okay?" Samantha whispered to her baby sister. "But I'll see you again real soon, I promise."

"Okay." Chrissy said softly.

Samantha let her sister go and stood up. "Bye, Chris."

"Bye, Sammy."

Samantha gritted her teeth and held back her tears as she turned again and headed outside.

Samantha stopped as she stepped in to the outdoors. She felt the tears building in her eyes and then felt them roll down her cheek as she blinked. She didn't really know why she was crying, she just was.

She soon felt two strong arms wrap around her from behind, followed by a pair of lips against the side of her neck. Samantha turned around and buried her face in to her husband's chest and just sobbed. John held her tightly and stroked her smooth, black hair with one of his hands.

After a few minutes, Samantha pulled away slightly, John's arms still around her though, and wiped her tears away with the back of her hand.

"What am I going to do, John?" she said, looking up at him, her eyes still watering a little.

"You don't have to do anything, baby." John whispered, brushing the hair from her face. "Let's just go and pick up Cameron, then home and forget about it." he suggested.

Samantha narrowed her eyes at John and pushed him away from her.

"Forget about it?" she yelled. "My father is lying in a hospital bed right now and you want me to just forget about it!"

"Honey, listen..." John began, trying to calm his wife down. "I know you must be feeling a little upset at the moment, but don't you remember what that man did to you? He made your life hell."

"So what?" Samantha shouted. "He's still my dad!" she let out a deep sigh. "No matter what he's done, he's still my father, do you understand that, John?"

"I understand, baby, but..."

"No, John." Samantha said sternly. "No but's. No matter what you or anybody else thinks of him, he's still my dad, and I won't turn my back on my own flesh and blood."

"Baby..." John tried to speak.

"Listen, why don't you just go and pick up Cameron from Marc's and I'll just meet you back at home." Samantha said, taking a step backwards. "I just...I want to be by myself." she said, turning around and walking away from her husband.

"Sam! Baby, come back!" John called out to her, but she just lowered her head, stuffed her hands in her pockets and kept on walking.

Jeez...do I love drama or what? LOL! Hope y'all liked that chapter peeps. More is coming soon. R&R please!