you're okay

Chapter 4

This morning I woke up to door bell.

"Mike, Mike." I shook him awake.

"What Sam?"

"Someone's at the door." I said.

He yawned loudly. "I'll get it."

I laid down back in bed, ready to fall back asleep. "Sam!" Mike called for me, I rolled my eyes as I got out of bed and walked down stairs. I saw my dad at the front door and for a second I was shocked.

I cleared my throat, "What are you doing here?"

"I just remembered everything that happened thursday and i'm sorry, just please come home." He pleaded.

"How did you find me?" I asked.

"I went to all your friend's houses." I raised my eyebrows surprised he remembered I even had friends.

"Mike was my last thought." He looked Mike up and down.

"Well i'm not coming home."

"Sam-"

"No, stay sober for a month and i'll come home." I demanded.

"A month- Sam that's.. a long time." He stated.

"How are you sober right now?" I asked.

My dad went silent and scratched the back of his head.

"Exactly you're not. So go choose a drink over your daughter, that's what you usually do." I walked up to the door.

"And don't come back." I finished, slamming the door.

Tears gathered in my eyes and I held my forearms with my hands while I looked down.

"Are you okay?" I heard Mike from behind me.

I shook my head no but didn't turn around as I was embarrassed by the tears in my eyes.
"Come on, let's just go back to sleep, it's really early." He said. He wasn't lying, it was still dark outside.

I quickly walked past him to the stairs.

Maybe if my dad hasn't already said he would "get better" over a hundred times before going back to his drinking ways, I might of actually believed him. But he hasn't and probably never will without help.

My mom used to care about me and love me, but she left my dad and I when I was six. I'll never understand why. My dad never told me why but i've came to the conclusion that he does not know either. It's so hard wanting someone back in your life so bad, knowing they'll make it worse or just leave again.

"Sam?" Mike whispered. My back was facing him.

I whispered back, "What?"

"Do you mind telling me about your nightmare the other night?"

"What nightmare?" I turned my head.

"You were screaming." He sighed.

"Who said it was a nightmare?" I squinted my eyes.

"Sam. You. Were. Screaming." He said with a pause between each word.

"It wasn't a nightmare, just an awful ongoing memory living in my head." I informed him.

"Memory about whom?"

"My mother, she- I was six almost seven at the time and my dad took me to her house to try to get her to come back home." I answered.

"Can you face me?" He asked.

"Why."

"Sam just, please." His voice was light at the end.

I turned around.

"I tried to get her to come home and she pushed me away into traffic." I finished.

"What!" Mike whisper yelled.

"I know right." I sighed.

"You can cry if you need to." He gave me a goofy smile.

I gave a half smile back but still held back any tears that were planning on falling.

"Your eyes are red." He said.

"What?"

"They're bloodshot, sometimes that happens when you hold back tears." He tapped my shoulder and I let them fall.

"Oh! Are you okay? I'm sorry I didn't-" He said.

"I'm okay." I chuckled quietly.

"Sam I know you think you can't trust me but you can. I won't tell anyone anything I promise." I began to believe him as he practically begged.

Mike held out his arm as I wiped my tears away. I moved in closer to him and he slowly wrapped his arms around me. I laid my head on his chest as he played with my hair.

His arms felt nice, holding me in his embrace. I grabbed his other hand and stared at it while holding it. "Sam." He whispered.

"What?"

"Do you remember when you saved me from that wendigo?" He asked. I thought back to when I knocked the wendigo's head off with a shovel to save Mike.

I laughed, "Yes."

"That was pretty badass." He finished.

"Well thank you." I looked up at him before looking back down.

"We should go out to eat tomorrow with the rest. Ashley, Chris, Jess, and Matt are down." He said.

"Yeah, that might cheer me up."

"I haven't been cheering you up?" He asked.

"No no, you have i'm just saying."

"Yeah well Emily is pretty pissed still after I almost shot her." He sighed.

"Don't worry about it, you were thinking right. Imagine if she did become a wendigo because of that bite and you didn't shoot? We would be dead right now." I said trying to help him have peace with his decision.

"It still wasn't right. I'm glad you stopped me." He looked up at the ceiling.

"What made you listen to me?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. I think it's because I have a lot of trust in you." He answered.

"I'm sure I'm not your favorite person but-"

"Hey, don't be so sure." He cut me off. I looked up and gave him a small smile.

"I'll tell the others to meet up at Rogers Burgers for dinner later." He grabbed his phone.

"I ordered you a phone. It should be here tomorrow."

"Already?" I asked.

"My parents are rich Sam. We have a servant, I just never want him around." He laughed. He was right, his parents were very rich. Fancy cars. Fancy lot.

"I wish I were rich. Maybe if we were my dad would be different." I said.

"Or maybe if I did something to stop him from drinking..." I began to add.

"Don't blame yourself. Get some sleep." Mike interrupted me.

I smiled, "Okay."

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