Caught up

Chapter 13

That evening, Phil drove Sam home so she could pick up a few more bits and make sure Abi was alright and had enough food. After checking her daughter was coping ok, Phil drove Sam back to his house.

When they arrived Phil told her to sit in the lounge and he went to put the kettle on. A few minutes later, he walked into the hallway with two cups of coffee to find Sam was leaning against the door frame.

"Samantha?"

"Phil… I… I feel… funny." She put her hand to her head and her voice was shaky and weak. Phil walked past, put the mugs on the table and went back to where she was standing.

"Sit down." He supported her and she fainted and fell against him.

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"Samantha? Can you hear me?"

"What happened?" she looked around and realised she was lying on Phil's sofa. "Phil?"

"Lay back down." He supported her head and gently lowered her back down onto the sofa. "I think I'll get that cream."

Phil got the cream from the kitchen cupboard and sat by the sofa. He squeezed the tube and cream squirted out on to his hand. She winced as he rubbed it into the cuts and bruises on her chest and stomach. He pulled her shirt back down over her body and helped her to sit up. He replaced the lid and put the tube back in the box.

"You fainted. It was just a mild side effect of the drugs."

"Ok." Sam was still dazed. "How long was I out for?"

"Not long. A few minutes." He handed her a mug of coffee which she put on the coffee table.

"Thanks." She felt awkward around him. She had since she'd been staying with him, but even more so now.

Phil stood up.

"I'll leave you to it for a while."

"No Phil…" She grabbed his arm as he moved to walk away. He turned to face her. "I know you hate me, and you didn't have to do this, but I am grateful, and I do appreciate everything you've done for me. I just wanted you to know that." She stood up and wrapped her arms around him while he stood shocked. "So… thank you." She pulled away from him.

"Samantha I don't… I don't… hate you." He sighed.

"No?" he voice was cold and sharp. "I know what they say about me… I know what you say about me." She was tearful and sounded upset.

"I…who told you… I never said…?"

"People talk Phil. The least you can do is admit it."

"I didn't know… I…"

"Obviously not." She blinked back tears. "I think I'd like to go home now."

"No. Samantha… I… please…" but she had already walked away.

It doesn't look too good for them right now, but if you review I will ud soon. Luv Sam xxx