Letters to Houston(Completed)

Chapter Ten

I want to apologize ahead of time, this is a VERY short chapter. It got erased when my laptop died, and i completely forgot everything i wrote. So this is some of the things I remember writing in one short little chapter.

Shane, he had his way of words. I miss my mom, yes. How am I ever supposed to forgive him? How am I ever supposed to convince Sam that it wasn’t ALL his fault though. Yeah, he was texting and driving, but he didn’t know that mom would be out driving that night. What difference would it have been anyhow if it was someone else’s mother? It just had to be mine. Mommy was probably ready to go in a soon time, though.

            I had such mixed feelings about everything. I didn’t know how to put everything in words. I didn’t know what to say to Sam when I tell him that I’m going back to Shane. I didn’t know how else to tell him I love him. I needed to though.

            My classes flew by, and I was dreading every minute of going home. I didn’t want to walk out to Sam’s car and having him ask me how my first day back was. I wasn’t looking forward to telling him about Shane. But, isn’t that the thing you do for the people you love?

            As I was walking to my locker, a tall blonde headed boy interrupted me in thoughts. I’ve never seen him in my life.

            “Are you the girl with Shane Houston?” He asked me, looking dull.

            “That I am, why?” I felt a smile come over my face.

            He stopped in front of me, and stuck out his hand for me to shake.

            “Anthony Gift… you know, like Christmas Gift”

            I took his hand and shook it.

            “Jamie Laurence.”

            “I’m Shane’s best friend. I visited him every day when he was locked up. Did he tell you that he fell in love with you when he was in jail?”

            I felt amazement, and suddenly wanted to ask questions.

            “What? How? He didn’t know me!” I pointed out.

            “He had seen you. Every yearbook I brought in, he wanted to see you. He always felt bad about your mother. I know he did. I watched him cry. He would cuss and scream at nothing, because as soon as he found out it was your mother, he wanted to make it up to you.” He started.

            “He did?” I hung my head.

            “Of course. I would too. Did you know that right before you’re mother died, she looked at Shane and told him to tell you she’s sorry? I don’t now what for…”

            “Why hasn’t he told me any of this?” I felt my voice rise.

            “He hasn’t told you?”

            I felt the tears rise up. I slammed my locker door shut, shook my head and ran out the door. I went running down the steps, and suddenly felt hands grab me by the waist, and pull me closer.

            “Beautiful, where are you going?” Shane asked me.

            “Why didn’t you tell me my mother asked you to tell me she’s sorry?” I looked up at him.

            “I didn’t know what she was sorry for” Shane’s face turned pale.

            “Does it matter? Those were her last words for me!” I was mad as hell at him, but I had no choice to cry and bury my face in his chest. He pulled me as close to him as humanly possible.

            “Baby, I’m sorry” He whispered.

            I couldn’t stop crying. I missed her so much. Now knowing that she had words for me, and Shane didn’t tell me, it was overwhelming. 

            “She was sorry for leaving me with Sam.” I whispered back at him.

            I stayed where I was for about two minutes, then I heard a car horn. It was Sam.

            “I have to go” I said, pulling away.

            “I love you” Shane bent down and kissed me.

            I didn’t reply to him, I simply just walked away..

            I love you too, I thought  as I was walking away.