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Having stitches was the greatest and worst thing ever. It sucked because I couldn't get it wet whenever I showered. Me and dad had resulted to using paper dishes because I couldn't wash the dishes and he usually broke them when he tried. It was great though because dad had unofficially deemed Sam my babysitter. While I was 18 and firmly believed that I was old enough to take care of myself but I enjoyed his company too much.
So, I had assumed that he would be taking me back to the hospital to get stitches out. But, a call early that morning informed me otherwise.
"Katie, this is Billy Black." Why was Billy calling me? From my knowledge, him and dad just got into a bit of a fight earlier this week and were refusing to talk to each other. "Something came up with Sam and he can't make it to take you to the hospital today." He said the word hospital with such venom. What was the reservation's problem with the local hospital?
When dad walked down the stairs, I immediately hung up the phone. He didn't need to know that Billy called his daughter.
"Who was that?" He asked, sitting down at the table and putting his shoes on.
"Sam. Something came up and he can't take me to the hospital to get my stitches out." I explained.
"Guess I can go into work late…" He murmured even that sounded like the last thing he wanted to do. Dad hated hospitals.
Dad sat there with me the entire time and held my hand as Dr. Cullen removed the stitches. He would awkwardly squeeze my hand whenever I winced. Although it was comforting to have him here, it was nothing like having Sam.
The next few days were Sam-free and that bothered me. I felt like I couldn't call down there without openly stating my interest, but he obviously wasn't calling me. Heck, I didn't even have his number. The only people that I knew had his number would scorn at me asking. I was the worst best friend ever.
Me and Leah started slowly drifting away from each other this summer. Instead of Emily spending more time down here, her and Leah headed up to Makah reservation. Sue informed me of this when I tried calling Leah. The pain of seeing Sam almost every day was too much for her. That made me feel even worse. I was supposed to be there, helping her through her pain but instead I was spending time with her ex-boyfriend.
A week later and I still hadn't heard anything from Sam. Maybe he realized that what we were doing was completely stupid. But I felt like Sam was my drug. I needed my fix of him and it worried me.
Driving down to La Push felt almost foreign. I hadn't been down here since I confronted Sam. Part of me was regretting my decision to go see him. What if he didn't want to see me? Regardless, I parked my car in his make-shift driveway beside his truck. After sitting in the car for a few minutes, I got out and walked up the door. Instead of beating on the door, I knocked calmly.
A younger guy opened the door. He was about 6'3 and was muscled – I could tell because all he was sporting was a pair of shorts. He had short black hair and brown eyes.
"You must be Katie." How the hell did he know who I was? Like he read my mind, he said, "Sam talks about you." He opened the door wider, inviting me to come in. I had never been in his house… Nevertheless, I walked in.
When I walked in, the first thing I noticed was the kitchen. He had a small circular dining room table with a few mismatched chairs. The kitchen was a plain white color. Glancing to my right, I saw a small living room. There was a couch that looked like it had seen better days along with a two-seater that was in slightly better shape. A few feet in front of the couch was a older television.
"Kate." Turning around, I saw Sam walking down the hallway. I felt my lips turning up into a smile. "What are you doing here?" I was glad to hear that it was curious tone instead of an angry or frustrated.
"I missed you." The words came before I could stop them.
"I missed you too." He smiled. "I was about to start making lunch for me and Jared. Want to help?"
I found out that Sam could only cook eggs and pasta. After looking through his kitchen, I discovered the makings for spaghetti with meat sauce. Sam tried his best to help out but I ended shooing him out of the kitchen. I heard Jared laughing when Sam went to sit in the living room.
I was pretty pleased with how it turned out. I was sort of in disbelief when Sam told me to make an extra big serving of spaghetti but I was shocked when the boys demolished it. I made a mental note that they ate like a small army.
After lunch, Jared excused himself and winked at Sam right before he walked out the door. Now, it was just me and Sam.
"So where have you been?" I couldn't help but ask as we washed the dishes.
"Jared needed help and the council asked me to step up." He explained. "He's a really good kid."
After finishing the dishes, we decided to watch some movie that had just started playing. Before I knew it, I felt myself leaning against him, enjoying the warmth that he provided. It was hard to focus on the movie because every time I went to steal a look at Sam, I would find that he was already looking at me.
"I really should go home…" I said half-heartedly as the movie credits rolled across the screen. I felt like I was the point of almost falling asleep right here on Sam's couch.
"You can stay a bit longer." He offered. Glancing up at him, I saw him leaning in. It was like a magnetic pull because I started to. Right as our lips touched, someone knocked on the door.
"Sam!" Shit… was that Leah? She must have recognized that my car was in his driveway. I was in trouble. Sam threw a glance my way before getting up to answer the door. As soon as he opened the door, she flew in the house and her eyes locked on me sitting on the couch.
"How could you?!" She screamed at me. "You knew how I felt about him. Was it you that he was fucking behind my back?!"
"Leah, I never slept with anyone." He grabbed her arm, making her look at him.
"That was my best friend you sick asshole." She spit in his face. He started shaking and pushed her away from him. She glared at me and stomped out of the house. Before I knew what I was doing, I followed her out of the house.
"Leah!" She turned around and if looks could kill, I would have been dead.
"I don't want to ever see your backstabbing face again! You ditched me when I needed you for him. That's not what best friends do!" I couldn't move. I couldn't argue with her. Because she was right. I guessed that she decided that no more words needed to be said because she got in her car and drove away before anyone could stop her.
"Katie." Turning around, I saw Sam behind me. He was still shaking but not as bad.
"I can't do this anymore. Whatever this is. Leah has been my best friend since I was two. No guy is worth losing her friendship."
"Please. Don't do this." He pleaded with me. My dad always told me that the thing that always got me in trouble was that when I was upset, I let words fly out of my mouth without much regard. It was more of the "talk now, think later" part of my mind.
"And you should have known better than to try and start something with me. Hell, I should have known better than to grow comfortable around you. Because you'll end up doing the same thing to me."
"No." He forcefully said.
"You know what…. You're gonna end up just like your father!" Right as I said it, I knew I hit a sore spot. Joshua Uley abandoned Sam and his mom, Allison, when Sam was only a few years old. Sam started shaking, worse than he was in the house. My instincts told me to run but I couldn't move. Suddenly, Sam was gone. He wasn't there.
You know how whenever you get hurt, whether by a knife or a razor, that it takes a few seconds for the pain to set in? Like you get the chance to realize what had just happened before you're overwhelmed by the pain.
Right as I hit the ground, the pain set in. I looked up and was met with something that looked like a huge black bear. The last thing I saw before I gave in to the darkness was Sam's concerned and guilty brown eyes.
A/N: I tried writing this the best I could without giving away the possible scarring. I know that this only happened four chapters in but I want to cover all four Twilight books with the Sam/Katie series. Please review. Remember, if I get ten reviews on chapter four, I'll update with chapter five!