Chapter 9
Judy and Mikaela drove home in silence. The whole time Mikaela was contemplating whether or not this was a good time to tell Sam about her problem with her father. She knew Sam knew something was going on. She could tell every time he looked at her that he was trying to figure out why she was nervous about small things and why she was always so tired and hungry. Keeping the secret was taking a toll on her and she wanted to let it out in the open. Each time she thought about how she would tell Sam though, memories about her and her father flashed through her mind. Times when she was younger and everything was right between the two of them. She couldn't betray her father like that. Even after what he had done to her, she still loved him and he was her father. But she couldn't just ignore the fact that her father almost killed her and threatened to kill her if he ever saw her again. Her life was in danger but no one knew that except her. She finally made up her mind on what she was going to do when Judy turned onto the Witwicky's street. The car pulled up in front of the house and Mikaela helped Judy carry all of the bags of clothes into the house. They carried the bags up to the guest room where Mikaela supposedly slept last night and set them on the bed. Mikaela thanked Judy again, gave her a hug and then Judy left her alone. Mikaela began taking the clothes out of the bags and putting them in the closet when Sam walked in. Mikaela didn't hear him and when he grabbed her from behind she gasped before realizing it was Sam and smacking him on the arm.
"You idiot!" She yelled at him playfully. This just made Sam chuckle and pull her onto the bed on top of him.
"So." He started. "Did you enjoy shopping with my neurotic mother?" Mikaela smiled.
"Actually it was fun. It was like having the parent I never had." She said.
"You mean a mom you never had. I mean you have a dad." Sam said. Mikaela hesitated. If there was anytime to tell Sam about her situation, now would be it.
"Sam can I tell you something?" She asked him. Sam hugged her tightly and nodded, waiting for her to continue.
"This is it." He thought. "She's finally going to tell me what's bothering her." Mikaela lowered her eyes and took a deep breath. She was about to open her mouth when someone pounded on the bedroom door. Both teenagers jumped from the sudden noise and Sam stood up and opened the door. His father, George, was standing in front of him.
"Sam! You're stupid robot car thing walked all over my backyard and left huge footprints everywhere. Even in the flower bed! I want it out! Now!" he fumed.
"O..o…okay Dad. I'll take care of it, I promise. Just give me a few minutes okay?" He told his father and before George could say anything more, Sam closed the door and walked back to Mikaela. Sam rolled his eyes and sat back down on the bed taking Mikaela's hands in his.
"Okay, sorry about that. Go ahead, I'm listening." Sam told her. Unfortunately, all of the confidence Mikaela had in telling Sam about her father had disappeared and she felt she could no longer talk to him. It wasn't his fault. She just had second thoughts in telling him again and she didn't want to keep the conversation going.
"Um…all I was going to ask was if you could drive me to work tomorrow? I need to be there at 9 and I work until 2. Please?" She pleaded with her eyes for him to forget about what she was really going to talk to him about, but he wasn't going to buy it.
"Of course I'll drive you, but I know that you weren't about to tell me that. Whatever it is Mikaela, I promise I'll help you with it. I don't want you going through anything alone, so I'll be here when you're ready. I love you too much for you to be hurting like this. I can see it, you're way of trying to cover it up can get by anyone but me." Mikaela's eyes widened at the words "I love you". Sam kept talking and Mikaela put a finger to his lips to slience him.
"I love you too Sam. I really do. I understand what you're saying, but you have to understand that I'll tell you when I'm ready, and I'm obviously not ready yet." She kissed him passionately. "Come on, let's go see what Bee did to your backyard." She told him. She took his hand and led him down the stairs, hopefully postponing any other conversations about the subject for a while longer.
