Author's note: Hi there; thanks for your reviews. I have some ideas in mind about Pete and getting rid of him but I need to turn them into words and more likely sentences. I hope I am able to do that soon. By the way: if the lectures I attend stay that boring you better be expecting updates:o)
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Chapter 4
Still half asleep he murmured: "No Sam. Don't leave me. Don't leave me again. I love you, remember?"
She was shocked. What did he just say? He loved her? How could he still love her? They hadn't talked in three years, she hadn't called or written. She had just left him. Hurt him. She had run away to live with Pete, had told him she loved him although she knew it wasn't true. Everything seemed to be fine after the wedding but whenshe gave the birth to little Charlotte it seemed to get bad. He didn't spend much time home, didn't want her to call her friends and provoked fights the time he was home. But never ever had she picked Pete for someone to be abusive. He had hit her not once, not twice but three times within two weeks. She had finally had enough; had been worried about her daugther and decided to leave him, she didn't want him to harm Charlotte. Although he still thought the child was his she knew better. Everytime she looked at her little girl she could see Charlotte's father in her. She was so much like him. The chocolate brown eyes and the light brown hair. She was so him.
On the couch Jack stired and Sam rushed out of the living room back to her daugther. Even though she had suggested to talk she just couldn't; not with all the emotions boiling within her. She decided that a good nights sleep might help her to see things clearer, to find the right wordsand the courage to tell Jack the truth. When she headed for the bathroom she directly bumped into Jack, who had obviously decided to go to bed, too. Unpleasant silence filled the hallway.
"Sorry." she said and slid into the bathroom.
He sighed, went to his room, laid down on his bed without even bothering to undress and fell into a restless sleep.
In the room across his Sam hugged her daugther tight, nuzzling the little girl's hair she sighed. How could she explain all this to him? How could she explain that and why she had taken his daughter away from him when she herself felt unsure about everything? Drifting off she thought about Pete once again. It had been right to leave him, to protect her daughter. Although he though Charlotte was his child he might suspect that she wasn't. She was so different from Pete.
When she had been on the fishing trip with Jack thex had looked at all those old pictures of his. She had seen pictures of him, of Charlie as a baby and a toddler. Her Charlotte looked so much like Jack's son; she wondered if Jack had noticed. Thinking about her current situation she finally fell asleep.