Runaway

Chapter 8

Authors note

12th March 2015
I REACHED 100 VOTES!! ❤️

Sooooo I only just wrote this... haha. I'm sorry if it's crap. I tried to make it work but I'm not sure if I achieved that ah. Anyway, this chapter has a lot of things you're supposed to pick up but it might not be that clear ;) I'm pretty excited for next chapter because I have an idea of what I want to write and I'm hoping to actually put some more time into that one.

One more thing; I love you all ❤️

Hope you enjoy it x

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"Sometimes I sit and wonder how it'd be if you were still around. I miss you so much, you just don't understand. I wish... I wish you at least told me what made you do it; maybe...just maybe that'd help me accept it because I honestly still wake up every day expecting to see you and I die a little inside every time when you don't show up." A tear slid from his cheek onto the photo frame but he only continued to speak. "Mum isn't the same anymore, she's always at work or out with Ethan. Sometimes I feel like she's forgotten about me but I try to act like everything's fine because I know she doesn't need any more weight. She gets really upset when you're brought up, she still thinks she's the reason you did it, but I know that isn't true. I keep telling her it wasn't her fault, I know you loved her, we were a great family but she keeps pushing on and it makes me feel like maybe she knows something I don't but then I do know that no one knew us better than we know each other... no one. Not even mum."
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Two weeks later

His knuckles met the door twice, the sound of the bang ringing out.

"Mark how many times do I have to tell you to go away? I'm studying!" Her voice came from the other side of the door.

He knocked again.

"Mark!" He heard along with footsteps before the door was open and he was looking right at Samantha.

"Jacob?"

"I brought food." He said showing her the MacDonald's bag he was holding and inviting himself into her room.

"What- How'd you get in?" Samantha asked.

"I broke down your front door." He replied, taking the food out the bag and laying it out on her bedroom floor.

"You coming or what?" He asked, eager to fill his hungry stomach.

"I'm not hungry."

"What?"

"I'm not really that hungry..." She repeated after looking at the food.

"Shit, no! I got the wrong thing didn't I?"

"Jacob- what?" Samantha tried to cut in.

"You'd prefer Hungry Jacks!"

"No no Jacob I'm just not hungry." She said giving a little laugh at the boys face.

"Did you already eat?"

"No..." Samantha said after a pause.

"Samantha, please come eat." Jacob said quite seriously.

About to protest Samantha took one look at the boys face. "Okay." She said returning the smile she received as she sat down across from her closest friend.

"Thank you." He said softly, passing her a McChicken and taking one for himself as they sat and ate in comfortable silence.

"What are you doing?" Jacob asked when he noticed Samantha push the three quarters of the burger she hadn't yet eaten away from her.