Can You Save Me? { Sam Pottorff }

Chapter 57 ~ k-i-uhh-something...

Marley's P.O.V.

I wake up to an empty bed. She's not here. Where did she go? Did she regret last night? Her boxes.. they're gone. All her stuff is gone and so is she.

It's eight in the morning. Where could she have gone? Why would she leave? What did I do?

I can't say I feel bad about last night, because I don't. It felt too right. I thought about Sam in the beginning, but I couldn't help how I felt, and he was out of my mind. I know she felt the same. I feel a little fucked up, but for the most part I feel better. She made me feel something other than pain. The pain was gone and it was just from the way she looked at me before she first kissed me the first time. How she made me feel after is something I will never forget either.

I feel empty now though. I want to be with her. What if we felt differently? What if she hated it all? What if she doesn't feel the way I feel? Could I really have been wrong?

When I hear a noise from downstairs my heart skips a beat. I almost trip going down the steps. I could just be overreacting. It could just be my mom. But it's not. It's her.

Her back is to me as she stands over the stove. I walk up behind her and she jumps a little when I wrap my arm around her waist.

"Marley, oh my god." She puts her hand over her chest.

"I thought you were gone." I whisper. I sound so.. not how I wish I did.

"I didn't want to wake you. I woke up an hour ago. I fixed my stuff in your room like you told me to." She looks confused as she stares up at me. "I wouldn't just leave.." She looks away from me half way through her sentence. "I wouldn't leave you." She says a lot more confidently.

"What's wrong?" I turn off the stove and turn her around. I won't let it go this time. I won't. "Why'd you want to leave there?"

I don't know why she didn't want to go on a perfect trip with her perfect boyfriend to have the most perfect time of their lives. Why would she give that up? For me? That's ridiculous. She had her heart set on that for weeks. I didn't want to go with my stupid self being the way I was. I didn't want her to worry about me there. I didn't think she would really decide not to go. I thought she didn't mean it. I wasn't expecting her to stay and find me.

"There's nothing left for me there." She shrugs.

"But Sam and you? The rest of them? They've been the best and all you had the past two months." I can't read her face. She knows that's it's true, but she shrugs again.

"No, not really. I thought so, yeah, but no. You've been there just as much. They've helped me come out of my shell. They've helped me get back to being me, along with you and James and practically everyone I have talked to. They've done a lot for me and I just feel like I can do it on my own. I'll try to find a place to stay. I just thought it'd be easier to be here than there."

"You know there is no rush to get out of here." I can respect her decision. Her being brave enough to take things out on her own. I just don't want her to feel like she has to grow up so quickly. She barely turned 18 three days ago. She doesn't have to if she doesn't want to. She says she wants to, but I know she doesn't completely.

"I know. Thank you." She gives me a small smile.

"What about Sam?" I can't help but ask. She heard me ask about him, she purposely wasn't specific before.

"Sam and I aren't really together any more." She mumbles.

"What do you mean?" As bad as it may sound, I am relieved. A part of me thought that she would feel bad for being with him while we were the way we were yesterday. Is that why she was so confident, because she didn't have to worry? She cut things off with Sam because she knew something would happen.. Does that make sense?