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Chapter 12

Sam POV

School that day went by painfully slow after the goodbye with Rachel. Usually I loved thinking about her but today all I was thinking about was her telling me that things hadn't changed for her. And I actually thought that if I was a friend to her that she would start seeing me as more then just a friend. But of course I let my imagination go. What was I thinking anyways? She was Rachel Berry and I was just me. No one could compare to her. And that definitely applied to me. Rachel was used to the best, the minute I saw her you could tell that she was a wealthy girl and when I saw her in glee club I saw how much promise and talent she had. I knew the day I met her she could be anyone she wanted to be.

After school I took my time to my truck and drove home. I walked in the front door and my mom was in the kitchen, as usual. Her eyes filled with tears. I really didn't understand what made her so sad. I really wished that Stacey, Stevie and I could make her happy but I guess not.

"Hi mom." I said. She looked over at me but didn't say a word so I just went upstairs. I went up the stairs and heard Stevie and Stacy talking in their room. I went to the door and listened quietly.

"I don't know, Stacy." Stevie said. "Do you think we did something wrong?"

"I hope not. Maybe we should say sorry to her."

"What if she cries again? I don't want to see her cry again."

"She cries a lot, Stevie." Stacy said. After that I walked inside and Stacy's sad face lit up. "Sammy!" she squealed.

"Hey guys. What's going on?" I asked.

"Mommy is sad. We think we did something bad." Stevie said acting guilty. My heart broke hearing him say that. My mother was now crossing lines with her sadness. Making my siblings afraid they were causing it.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong. Mommy's just sad sometimes. Don't worry at all guys. Never think its your fault." I told them as I brought them both into my arms. I savoured the moment with them. They put their small hands around my neck and I held them tight. Wanting to protect them from whatever troubles came their way.

"I love you, Sammy." Stacy whispered through her tears.

"I love you guys too." I told them.

And a couple minutes later they were asleep in my arms. I put them to bed and went to my room. I thought about how broken our family was. I hadn't talked to my dad once since we moved here. I couldn't understand where he was all the time. I had asked my mom once since we moved here and she all she said was he was going to be really busy working for a long time. But I'm not 5 years old so clearly I didn't fall for that. And sure I wasn't a big fan of my dad but that didn't mean I missed having a man in my life.

As I was thinking all this through I heard small footsteps from the stairway and my mom appeared there. She had her blonde hair up in a messy bun and her green eyes looked as if they were fading, if that was even possible. She had even more wrinkles and lines. She looked sick.

"Hey mom, where's dad?" I asked her. She was silent for a good 2 minutes and we just stood there looking at each other.

"Business." She finally said and that was all.

"Alright then." I said to myself.

I felt really hurt right now by the way my mom was acting towards me. Nothing was going right anymore and now my own mother was ignoring me and acting like she didn't even want to be around me. But things couldn't get much worse, right?

Boy was I wrong.