13 year old Freddie was crying on his bed.
His dad died yesterday.
Suddenly there was a knock on his bedroom door and Sam walked in.
She sat next to him on his bed and put her arms around him.
His head was in the crook of her neck inhaling her scent.
"S...Sa...m H-he's dea..." Cried Freddie
"I know, I know shh." Said Sam
"It's a-ll my fa-ult"
"Freddie look at me. It's. Not. Your. Fault."
"Yeah i-it is..."
"No it's not!" She said firmly
Then she stood up and Freddie looked at her with teary eyes and said
"Please...d-don't leave me I n-need...you."
"I'm not going anywhere."
She took of her shoes and jacket, laid down on his bed and siad.
"Come here."
He did as he was told and Sam put her arms around.
Not long after they both drifted of to dreamland.