Chapter Eighteen

Isabel

I felt so bad for Grace going through all that stress. The week had passed and Grace was coming home today. Rebecca was living with us now and she was a very tidy person. She slept in Grace's and Sam's room while they were gone. She cleaned their room and the living room and the rest of the house too. She was like a maid except no one was paying her. Cole was taking this hard with Grace in bad condition. I didn't know why though.

"Why are you so worried about Grace?" I asked him.

"What do you mean?" he sounded really puzzled.

"Well you seem fazed on Grace's condition."

"Really Isabel, and you're not worried?"

"I am worried but you seem to have a thing for her."

"Ha, you think-I don't have anything for Grace, she's just like family to me."

"Why?"

"Well as Sam's girlfriend she always stayed with him. We talked and well we got to know each other."

"Oh, if that's what it is then fine."

"Isabel I never would lie to you, would I?"

"No," she said sighing.

"That's what I thought."

"Sorry," I leaned over and kissed her, I felt weird inside thinking that Isabel thought I liked Grace. I did but not the way she thought. Ulrik walked in the room and said that they were in the driveway. Sam walked in and asked if he could keep the door open.

"Here we are," Sam said wheeling Grace's wheelchair into the living room. Grace looked so small without legs. She looked upset and she also looked like she didn't want to be home.

"Hey Grace," I said.

"Hello," she said in a low voice.

"Do you want to sit?" Sam asked her.

"I am," she said.

"Oh, sorry well do you want to sit on the comfy couch?"

"Ok," she sighed. Sam picked her up like she weighed nothing and plopped her on the couch. He sat down next to her and put his arm behind her. She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

Sam

Grace was so fragile now that most of her lower torso was gone. Grace was in a bad mood, now that she had to get back to her own life and do everything she used to do in a wheelchair until next month when she gets her fake legs. The doctor said that they had new legs that looked real and they had toes so she could wear sandals. The doctor said the legs would be six thousand each. I didn't care I want the best for Grace.

"Are you ok?" I whispered in her ear.

"Fine," she whispered.

"Grace I'm getting you a prosthetic leg I don't care how much the cost is."

"Sam don't overdo yourself, ok?"

"I'm not and you know it."

"How are you going to get the money?"

"Don't you worry about that."

Grace

Sam's birthday was tomorrow and I couldn't even walk. I bet all Sam wanted for his birthday was me to be alright. Well I'm not alright in my eyes, but to him me being alive is being alright.

"I can't sleep with you Grace." Sam said the night I came home

"Why?"

"The doctor said if I kick your leg then your healing would take even longer."

"I don't care what the doctor said you're sleeping with me."

"Ok I don't want you to get mad." She wheeled into our room and saw that it was so clean. There was a note on the bed that said,

Dear Grace and Sam,

I'm happy you are both finally home, Grace I'm very thankful that you are doing well and Sam I hope to get to know you better than the guy that is Grace's boyfriend and the guy that got mad at Beck for biting us. Cole mad Victor get bitten with him, I was Cole's girlfriend at one time, and he was dating three girls at one, that triple crosser. Anyway I cleaned your room for you, well I actually cleaned the whole house. Hope you like it, bye.

Your friend,

Rebecca Wesurede

"Where is Rebecca?" I asked Sam.

"I don't know she probably is sleeping on the couch." He hopped in bed and closed his eyes.

"Um, Sam?"

"Oh, sorry." He jumped out of bed and picked me up. He sat on the bed and held me in his arms. He stroked his hands through my hair.

"You'll always be my Grace," he whispered.

"I hope so," I whispered back. He pulled the covers down and put me on the bed. I pulled the covers up over me and waited for Sam to get into bed. He sat on the edge of the bed staring at the wall and sat there for a long while.

"You ok?" I asked him.

"Fine, just fine."

"No you're not."

"I know I'm not because I haven't kissed you since a week ago."

"Do you want one?"

"Ok." He turned around and looked into my eyes. After I was tired of that I leaned towards him. When my lips touched his it was like the first time we ever kissed. Sam was so good at making me feel good. I don't know how long we kissed but it felt like a long time.

"You're the best," I whispered to him.

"Thanks," he whispered.