This is a SEDDIE. Don't be fooled by this chapter!
Sam cried as she chugged down the coffee Father McGurthy gave her to drink.
"I must sound like I'm whining, but it hurts, Father. I torture him on a daily basis, and then expect him to like me just because I realized I love him? Crazy..." Sam muttered.
"Sam, the Lord allows everthing to happen for a reason, though many times we do not or cannot understand why. God loves everyone, child. He would not let you suffer needlessly." Father McGurthy explained, sitting down next to her.
Sam snorted. "Yeah. I feel so fricking loved."
Upon seeing his face, Sam sighed.
"I know. You're right."
After a long period of silence, Sam spoke to him again.
"Do you think that if I'd just been nicer to Freddie I might have had a chance? Do you think he would haved loved me? He'd be the only one who would've, that's for sure. " Sam said, playing with her coffee mug.
Father McGurty sighed.
"Sam, that's not true. You are very loved. At least by one person, you are."
Sam snorted again.
"Oh really? Who?" she asked, sarcastically.
"The Lord loves you, Sam. He does." Father McGurthy explained.
A third snort.
"Sam, it's true. He does."
"Then why'd he let my life be hell? Why'd he let me suffer if he loved me? I could have gone my whole life without seeing Carly and...him...tonight. Why on earth would the Lord do that?" Sam cried.
Father McGurthy smiled. "It brought you here, didn't it? Maybe you are meant to become a better person. Maybe Carly and Freddie were meant to be with each other, and maybe you were meant to do something else with your life. Something more. Think about that Sam. You'll always have a placed to feel loved."
Sam nodded her head and smiled her first true smile that night.
"Thank you, Father." Sam said.
"Anytime, Sam. I'll always be here. And so will He."
Sam smiled, gave the Father a hug goodbye, and went home.