Chapter 3

I sat up in complete shock.

Why am I here? I don't remember a thing!

All I remember is looking into Jonathon's eyes when he asked me to run away.

Wait! Jonathon! He must know something! Where is he?

I looked all around the room. I listened for any sounds. He was nowhere to be found, so I sat back. I noticed my phone sitting on the table next to the bed. I quickly reached for it.

I dialed Jonathon's number from memory, and when he picked up I could hear the hustle and bustle of the busy hospital in the back ground. He must've been in the lobby.

"Samantha! Good you're awake! I'll be there in a minute to explain," and he hung up.

I put the phone back on the table and sat up on the bed. I waited patiently for Jonathon to come, or at least as patiently as I could be in a situation like this.

Finally, Jonathon came rushing through the door. He smiled at my confused, helpless expression, and then came over to the bed side.

"Please! Explain!" I begged.

He pulled up a chair and took my hand. He began to speak very softly and calmly, knowing how fragile I was.

"Well back at the school, you just went unconscious. I called 911 and you were rushed to the hospital. After a while the doctor explained that you have had a very large lack of sleep.

He was right. I hadn't slept in days. I'd had too many other things on my mind.

He went on, "You've actually been in the hospital for a week…"

"WHAT!" I yelled. "I only remember waking up today!"

"Shh… Calm down, babe." He gripped my hand tightly. "You've been asleep this whole time. We all thought you were in a coma! I've been here every day. I knew you'd pull through. Besides, you're my tough angel." He kissed my forehead as I smiled.

"When do I get out of here? What about us?" I asked.

"You get out of here in one or two days. Then we'll gather our things and run away. We have all summer together! But then I have to go to college and you need to finish high school." he reassured me.

"No! I'll drop out! I want to be with you!" I cried.

"No. You need to finish school like I did. And I need to get through college. We'll see each other as much as we can, I promise. We're together forever. I swear on my life." He took stop and kissed my cheek.

As he was walking out the door, he looked back. "Now get some rest, Sleeping Beauty. We have a busy life ahead of us."

I was so tired, so weak. My eyelids grew heavy. I tried to fight it, but couldn't help drifting off to sleep. I promised myself that I would get more answers when I woke.

It seemed like years before I got out of the hospital. When I finally did, I was more than eager to leave. Patience wasn't an option that day. I pulled like a 5 year old on Jonathon's arm as he laughed.

"Calm down, Speedster!" He said, jokingly.

"I don't WANNA!" I exclaimed, dragging him more.

He drew my arm towards him, pulling me into him. He wrapped his arms around me and held me very close. Lifting my chin lightly, he kissed me ever so softly. He pulled away with a smirk, and I was calm. He always knew what quieted me.

"Okay, let's go, beautiful," he grinned.

"Mmm okay…" I said in a trance. He took my hand and led me out to the car.

The ride home was quiet. I felt something wrong, but was afraid to ask. Occasionally, I would glance over to Jonathon. He never broke his stare from the road. Something was wrong. Seriously wrong.

"You okay?" I finally spoke up.

"Uh, yea. I am. I'm good." He stuttered.

I laid my hand on his, and looked to him. "You can tell me anything. I can't stress that enough."

"My sister found out about us running away. I'm being forced to move." He kept his eyes on the road.

I was still, my hand kept on his. I couldn't believe it. He was leaving. It almost seemed as if the whole world was against us.

"What happens to us?" A question I seem to ask a Love.

"I am never leaving you, Samantha. Never. I don't care if I have to live on the street. I don't care!"

That made me smile. Then I quickly snapped back to reality, "If your family is so against this… Maybe… We shouldn't do th—"

The car halted to a stop, and he quickly turned to me.

"Don't say it. I love you! Samantha, I don't care if every person in the world is against us; I am not giving up. I need you forever! I will never give up. Ever! They only want me happy and they think that means they should keep me from you, when it's the complete opposite. Once they see how happy you make me, they'll turn around. We don't need their blessing. All we need is to know that we love each other. Okay?"

I sat in silence.

Maybe he was right. We don't need them. They'll get over it. Jonathon and I were meant to be and nothing was going to get in our way.

"Okay. But then what do we do?" I asked. We still needed to figure that out. We needed to be at least slightly realistic.

"Well, I'm going to move to my buddy's house. I talked to his family yesterday and it's all worked out. I'm gonna talk to my family tonight. They're not going to be so happy, but it'll show them how serious I am about this."

"Okay…" I sighed. I looked back out the window.

"It's gonna be okay. I promise." He kissed my cheek and began to drive again. He dropped me off at my house.

I sat down on my bed, and laid back. No one was home, and I didn't care where they were. I laid my head on my pillow and quickly was asleep.

"You look beautiful!" cried all my friends. I turned towards a mirror and saw myself, but something was different. I was older, around mid 20's. I was in a beautiful, white, flowing dress. A wedding dress. I looked to the excited girls behind me. They were in shorter and colorful dresses. Bridesmaid dresses.

Someone rushed in and handed me a lovely bouquet.

"You've got two minutes," he said, and rushed out.

Wedding bells began to chime, along with the traditional wedding song. Nerves built up in me. This was MY wedding day!

"Oh! We gotta go! Good luck, Hun! You look amazing!"" said one of the shrieking, ecstatic women. They all rushed out of the room through a large double door.

"You really do." I heard a deep voice behind me. I turned to see a tall, handsome man. He looked familiar.

Oh my gosh! It was Jakob! My best friend from high school!

"Look amazing, I mean." He smiled and helped me down from the little stand I was on. He linked his arm in mine and gave me a little pep talk. I was so nervous.

The double doors swung open to show a huge audience in the rows of seating. I looked around to see all my old time friends, aged about 10 years. It was so different. I then looked ahead to the front and saw what I had been waiting for.

I saw Jonathon standing in front of the priest, smiling more than I have ever seen. As was I.

I was about to marry the love of my life, Jonathon Rafael Jacques.