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THERE MAY BE GRAMMATICAL ERRORS IN THIS CHAPTER SO IM SORRY. I USUALLY HAVE BETTER STORY IDEAS WHEN IM TIRED, BUT IT USUALLY MEANS THAT THERE WILL PROBABLY BE ERRORS. IF THERE ARE MAJOR ONES, LIKE IF A PART DOESNT MAKE SENSE, PLEASE LET ME KNOW AND I WILL CORRECT IT.
"Wake the fuck up Sam. You're taking me home."
Sam awoke to someone slapping her face. She was extremely groggy and unsure where she was. She lifted her head up and saw Becca standing in front of her with her arms crossed. She was starting to get her bearings and she knew that she was outside on a trampoline. The night's events were still a little foggy.
"Come on Sam I'm freezing my ass off," Becca was bouncing up and down rubbing her shoulders.
Sam started to sit up when she realized that she was missing so essentials. She was naked, well in her book she was exposed luckily she still had on her matching purple bra and panties.
"Shit," Sam looked down at herself than back up to Becca. "If you help me find my clothes we can leave sooner."
Sam slid off the trampoline and landed on her jeans. She pulled them up and then looked around at her feet for her black tank top, but found another shirt instead.
"Sam, I found your shirt Becca was behind Sam pointing it out.
Sam turned around and followed Becca's finger to where her shirt was peeking out from. It was under a blonde who was also half naked passed out on the trampoline.
"Shit. Shit. Shit," Sam was trying harder to remember what happened last night. She was drawing a blank.
"Becca grab it," Sam whispered loudly.
"Hell no," Becca stepped away. "This is your mess. I'll be waiting by your car."
Becca left the shirtless Sam standing in the backyard by herself. Sam slowly approached the sleeping girl.
"You're such a fuck up Sam, "Sam said to herself as she grabbed the exposed part of the shirt.
She definitely didn't want to wake the girl up so she slowly started to pull. I t wouldn't budge. The girl suddenly rolled over and Sam quickly snatched her hand back. The girl was still passed out but now Sam could see her face. Shit, she looks like Brooke. She decided to forget her shirt and go searching for her keys.
She entered the house through the sliding glass doors. The place was trashed and there were unconscious people strewed about. As she made her way across the maze of bodies and party trash she scanned for her bag. Her eyes rested on the couch, where some dude was using it as a pillow.
She leaned over and with one hand on the arm rest and the other locked a hold of the strap, she yanked it free letting the guy's head drop.
She didn't care if she woke him up there was no awkward confrontation waiting. With her bag on her bare shoulder she exited through the front door and sprinted to her car, which Becca was leaning against.
"Took you long enough," Becca said as Sam rounded the car and unlocked it. "I have to be home in ten minutes.
They both climbed into the car. Sam started the engine and turned the heat on full blast, because she was freezing.
Becca continued to talk for a little longer in a worried tone. "I need to get home before my mom goes to my room to wake me up. It's ridiculous that she has to come in and wake me up. I have an alarm clock, but she says that when I move out and I'm on my own then I can use it. She said that she loves to wake me and my brother up in the morning. I don't understand this cause all we end up doing is cussing her out then turning over and going to sleep again."
Becca was silent for a couple of minutes before she could no long stand the silence. Plus she was always curious and prying into other people's affairs.
"So…," Becca was wondering what to say exactly. "You know that you are still not wearing a shirt, right?"
Sam didn't respond she kept her attention on the road.
"Looks like you had a goodnight," Becca added.
"I wouldn't know, can't remember much and don't want to," Sam said as she turned left down Becca's street.
"Well if anything I was spot on about your feelings for Brooke," Becca blurted out before Sam put the car into park.
"Get out," was all that Sam could say without starting a fight with Becca.
"We'll talk later when you've mellowed out," Becca exited the sedan and disappeared around the side of her house.
Sam looked at the clock the green glowing numbers read: 5:58am. She didn't want to go home but she needed a shower and was in serious need of a shirt. It would surely be noticed if she showed up at school with a bra and jeans on. She clicked the car into drive and headed home, which was literally only two streets over.
She knew that Mike was just leaving for work so she wouldn't run into him. Her mom slept in till eight so that wouldn't be an issue either. There was one major obstacle that she would encounter though, Brooke. Brooke got up at six every day.
Sam pulled into the driveway. That's when she realized that Mike would of noticed her car was missing when he left. I'll just have to remember to think of an excuse. It was the least of her concern at the moment. Right now the goal was to get into the house without Brooke realizing it and asking questions, like why she wasn't wearing a shirt.
She sat in the car for a few minutes getting herself pulled together. She reached under her seat and grabbed the Physics book. After flipping the cover open she spotted what she was really needing. She knew that soon she would start to remember last night and she couldn't deal with all of it without some numbing. She scooped up a two different shaped pills and placed them on her tongue.
She looked around for water but couldn't find any. The only liquid in the car was a lukewarm can of beer. Becca had left it behind. She wasn't about to dry swallow so she lifted the half-empty can from the cup holder to her lips. She washed the pills down with the remainder of the beer.
She put the book back under the seat, before stepping out of the car. As she walked to the back door that lead in to the kitchen she threw the beer can into the recycling.
She peered in through the glass and made sure the coast was clear before unlocking the door. The click the lock made seemed to be extremely loud in the silence of the house. She waited a bit before snuck in. Once she slipped into the house she could hear the faint sound of the shower going and she knew that it was her one chance. She locked the door and took two steps at a time up the stairs. She entered her room and saw that her bed wasn't made but the sheets were waiting nicely folded on the mattress. She quickly slipped into her pajamas and threw her bed together. She didn't need it to be nice, because it would just look suspicious to her mother.
She slowly climbed in and buried her face into her pillow. She laid there as her drugs kicked in. She heard the water stop and Brooke exit a few minutes later. Brooke's door clicked shut and that is when Sam dragged herself out of bed and down the hall to the bathroom. She peeled her pajama's off and her panties. She looked at herself in the mirror. The bright lights showed all the hickeys on her neck and across her bone. She was definitely going to need to hide them.
"You majorly fucked up," she said to her reflection.
She traced her scar along the left jaw bone with her pointer finger. She then turned her body to so the whole left side was showing in the mirror. She looked at the scars than ran down on her ribs and to her hip. They brought a surge of memories and feelings through her drug induced haze. She pushed them back down. She didn't hear the door open, for she was still staring at her ugly reminders.
"Damn , I'm sorry Sam I didn't know you were home," Brooke said from the doorway behind Sam.
Sam grabbed a clean towel off of the counter and quickly covered up her scars. She then turned around and noticed that Brooke was not facing her way; she had turned around to give Sam some privacy.
"I still need to take a shower," Sam said as she approached the open door to close it as Brooke's back faced her.
Brooke had finished dressing and needed to blow dry her hair. She walked back to the bathroom and saw that the door was shut. She didn't recall closing it. She placed her ear to the door, but it was silent. Brooke you need more sleep you losing your mind. She swung the door open and stepped across the threshold into the bathroom, but quickly halted and backed up. Shit.
"Damn, I'm sorry Sam I didn't know you were home," Brooke was staring now at Sam's scars which were being quickly covered up by a towel. She realized that she was staring and quickly turned around, but was unable to move or close the door.
"I still need to take a shower," Sam said quite calmly and closed the door.
Brooke tried to move her feet. Move it Brooke, you can't be standing here when she opens the door. You already looked like an idiot when you forgot to shut the door. Brooke walked into her room and flung herself on her bed. The images of Sam's scars flooded her mind. They were her fault and Sam was reminded of it every day. This was the first time she saw the scars, well except the one on Sam's face. She always figured there were some but she didn't realize how big they would be or that there were so many.
Her cell phone vibrated on the night stand. She stretched her right arm out but was a few inches to short to reach it so she shifted her body over a few inches. She grabbed the phone and saw that it was Harrison calling. She hit the answer button.
"Hello Harrison," Brooke sat up on her bed.
"Hey, Brooke. I was just wondering if you wanted me to swing by and we can ride to school together," Harrison's voice crackled over the speaker.
"I would say yes, but I have errands to take care of after school," Brooke skillfully lied to him.
"Oh, that's ok maybe tomorrow then. I'll see you at school, bye," Harrison said a little disappointed.
"Yep, see you at school, bye," Brooke hung up the phone.
She felt a twinge of guilt lying to him, but she just needed car ride to clear her mind and she was sure that Jane could give her a list of items she would need to be picked up.
She heard the bathroom door open and Sam enter her room. She went to the bathroom to finish up getting ready.
Sam climbed out of the shower and dried her body. Finally she wrapped her body with the towel and quickly brushed her teeth before heading to get ready. She searched her closet for something that would cover her hickey's. She couldn't find anything that would be appropriate for the weather, she would definitely look as though she was hiding something. She looked back in the mirror and noticed that most of the marks were low enough to be covered with a basic tee. There were two on her neck that could be covered by her long wavy hair.
She went back to her closet and pulled out a t-shirt with a band name across it. She then pulled out a pair of green cargo pants. She dressed herself and brushed her hair. Her biggest worry was to keep her neck covered at all times. She did the finishing touches with some black eyeliner.
Sam walked past the bathroom and took a quick glance in and saw Brooke brushing her now dry hair. Sam had now stopped and couldn't move her eyes off of Brooke's body. Sam unfrozen when she saw Brooke started to put all her things away. Sam then quickly descended the stairs and entered the kitchen. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and downed half of it before Brooke entered the kitchen. Sam didn't realize how dehydrated she was.
"Hell, Sam. Thirst much?" Brooke walked up to the counter and grabbed an apple that was sitting in the fruit bowl.
Sam screwed the cap back on and placed the bottle in her bag.
"I see today your back to the conservative look," Brooke took a bite into the apple.
Sam didn't respond. She swung the bag over her shoulder and left Brooke standing in the kitchen alone.
"Where is the lively, quick to argue, Sam I knew?" Brooke said sadly to herself as she grabbed her own bag with her free hand and headed off to school.
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