Chapter 6
Sam woke up around eleven the next morning surprised to see Mikaela sleeping next to him. He tried to remember the events from the night before and vaguely recalled giving Mikaela dry clothes to put on in the bathroom and returning to his room and laying down on his bed. He assumed he fell asleep before Mikaela was even done in the bathroom. Sam gently turned all the way over in bed and watched Mikaela sleep for a few minutes while softly playing with her dark, long, hair. He didn't want to wake her up because she looked so peaceful so he kissed the side of her head and slowly got off the bed as not to make a noise that would disturb her.
Arriving in the kitchen he saw his mother awake, making breakfast for the family like she did every Saturday morning. It looked like pancakes and bacon today and Sam didn't realize how hungry he really was until he smelled the delicious food.
"Good morning Sammy. I'm making you breakfast. How's Mikaela? Is she up yet?" Judy asked her son.
"No she's not. I have a feeling she won't wake up any time soon. She walked a long way last night. I still can't believe it." He answered while sitting at the table waiting for his breakfast. He heard the lawnmower outside and assumed his dad was taking over his Saturday morning chore because of the situation. He was glad his parents were being so helpful with Mikaela. It wasn't like he physically needed their help with her, but just them understanding the situation and being there to talk to was a lot of help.
"That girl is stronger than anyone gives her credit for. She deserves a sleep day. Did you talk to her at all about what exactly happened?" she asked. Sam shook his head no.
"She didn't say anything about it. I don't know. I just feel like something big is going on in her house and she doesn't want to talk about it. I mean its okay that she doesn't want to talk about it now, but I hope she opens up to someone soon. She can't hold it all in for so long, you know?" Judy could tell that Sam was really worried about Mikaela. She was glad her son had found someone that he could love just like she loved her husband.
"I know Sammy, I know." Judy responded as she placed a stack of pancakes in front of Sam. "I'm worried about her too. We need to see if she wants to call her father and see if they can work their problems out. Either over the phone or he can come here if they want. I hate to see families fighting like this. Especially since they're all each other has for family. I'm going to take her shopping too. Maybe later today if she feels up to it. We need to get her some clothes and toiletries if she's going to be staying here even for a couple of days." Sam nodded as he chewed his food.
"I'm sure she'll like that. I know she's not really a sweatpants kind of person, but that's all I had that could possibly fit her." Sam and Judy chuckled lightly. "She was really appreciative though. I can't imagine being in her situation." Judy nodded as Sam finished up his plate. Judy stood to start washing the dishes but Sam stopped her before she could.
"You go get dressed mom. I can take care of the dishes. Dad's already doing the lawn for me so this is the least I can do." Judy smiled.
"You're really growing up into a nice young man Sammy. Thank you." She turned and walked up the stairs to get dressed. Sam took the leftovers from breakfast and put them in the refrigerator. He quickly cleaned the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. He wiped the whole kitchen down and after taking a last look around to make sure he got everything, he walked outside to see if Bee was in the garage. He wasn't in the garage, but it didn't take Sam long to spot him in a field that was behind his backyard. Sam climbed over his backyard fence and went to join Bee who was practicing his defensive moves on trashcans and lawn chairs that he found at the dump a couple of miles down the road. Sam just watched for a few minutes as the large robot jumped and maneuvered himself around acting like the inanimate objects were the most deadly opponents. Bee blasted the last chair across the field and Sam clapped in approval.
"Wow Bee. You're getting good at defensive moves. You're going to be the best guardian ever." Sam exclaimed. Bee gave him a look.
"What do you mean "going to be"?" he asked through his radio.
"Okay, okay, you are the best guardian ever. Happy?" Sam asked. Bee's face lighted up and he danced around like he always did when he was happy.
"I didn't know you felt that way about me." He fake sobbed. Huge blue tears were dripping down his face. Sam avoided the drops knowing if he was hit, he would be drenched.
"I saw Mikaela arrive early this morning. I detected hurt and fear in her emotions. Is everything alright now?" Bee asked Sam. Sam nodded.
"Yeah, she told us her father kicked her out of the house because she talked back to him, I think. I don't know if that is the whole story though. I feel like she's hiding something from me Bee. She hasn't woken up yet and I don't think she will for a while, but I really want to talk to her. I want to hear the whole story, you know?" He told Bee.
"Maybe Mikaela just needs a break from some sort of stress. Perhaps from school?" Bee suggested.
"Maybe, but I'm with her most of the day and I'm pretty sure if something was stressing her out at school, I would be stressed out too, or she would talk to me about it without any problem. I don't know. Maybe I'm just being too protective over her." Sam finally concluded. Bee nodded his head and put a hand across Sam's shoulders. Sam was glad he had people to talk to about his problems, but what he really wanted was to be able to talk to Mikaela and figure out what, if anything, was still going on with her.
