Distance (A Sam Woolf Fanfiction)

Chapter 25: Elimination

"Lil," He says as he wraps his arms around me.

"Do you have to leave?" I ask sadly, taking in his scent and running my hand through his brown hair.

"I don't have any other choice," he speaks softly.

"I love you," I whisper into his chest.

"I love you too." he says petting the back of my hair.

Just then, Josh barges into the room. He's fuming, alcohol reeking from his breath. Forcefully, he grabs me and throws me up against the nearest wall. Pain surges through my body as my head smacks against the drywall.

"Josh, stop, please." I beg him. His eyes a glassy and unfocused. It's almost as if he doesn't hear me. Suddenly, He throws his first punch at my jaw, knocking me to the floor. As my head makes contact with the wood, I catch sight of Sam, staring at us. He's watching this happen to me, unfazed.

Before I have time to recover, Josh kicks me hard in the stomach. I scream out in pain.

"Sam! Sam help me please!" I beg. He doesn't budge. He just continues to stare as Josh kicks me harder.

"Sam.." I choke out between sobs.

"You deserve this." He grits through his teeth.

I snap straight up in bed. Running my hands through my hair, the dream fades away before me. That's all it was, it was a nightmare. I didn't realize I had been crying until more tears poured down my face. It just all felt so real. I felt his presence, his skin, his breath hot on my neck and his light cinnamon scent. It felt real, but it was all just in my head.

I think that's the scariest thing about falling asleep. When we sleep we are consumed by our dreams and enter a world that is entirely in our head. We can't run from ourselves or our thoughts and most importantly we can run from our memories. We are no longer able to push thoughts back into the deepest corners of our brain. It's like being attacked by wolves and being unable to move. That's the scariest thing about falling asleep. You loose control.

Shaking the worries out of my head, I focus on the actual truth. Josh kissed me last night. It was nice, just like I remembered it had been, but I didn't feel anything. I didn't feel the spark that I get when Sam kisses me. There wasn't any electricity. It wasn't right. It only seemed like everyday without Sam the ache in my chest grew.

I watched Sam last night on idol when I got home. Just watching him sing makes me miss him more. But something was different last night. His eyes didn't look as bright, he looked upset. I once again clear my mind of the idea. He left you, remember. I'm probably just making it all up in my head. I'd give anything to have him back. Somehow the thought of him missing me too brings me comfort.

Suddenly, my phone begins to vibrate on the nightstand. Rolling over, I reach for it to stop the annoying buzzing sound. It's Josh. I hesitate on what happened last night before answering. As much as I love Sam, the only thing I can do right now is distract myself from his absence.

"Josh?" I question into the receiver.

"Hey," He says, I can hear the smile behind his voice.

"What's up?" He half laughs.

I yawn before answering, "Just got up." I laugh back.

"I can hear that, sleepyhead!" He laughs. "So, are we still on for tonight?"

His question catches me slightly off guard, as I had forgotten I promised to hang with him today. "Yea, for sure!" I quickly respond in hopes to cover up my uneasiness. The thought of Sam finding out Josh and I are friends again brings an ache in my stomach. This just isn't how things were suppose to be. I wonder how angry he would be if he found out Josh kissed me last night. I know Max would be furious.