More Than Friends (Sam Pottorff fan fic)

Chapter 10: move along

Marleys POV
I woke up with the light beaming in through my windows. I smelt pancakes. That cannot be correct. I got up and slowly began to walk down the hall. There he was, my father in the kitchen cooking breakfast.
"Sit down, now!" he said with a raised voice.
I walked over to the table and took a seat.

He came over a minute after and put a plate in front of me.
"Eat now" he commanded
I began to eat

"I love you, you know that right dad" I said
"Yes I know that you idiot" he replied
I knew that I wouldn't get a nice response.

"I am, I'm gonna go and get help marley" he began
"You are what?" I asked
"I am gonna go get help, I don't want to hurt you, it just happens. The anger takes over me. I'm going to rehab next month. Things are changing around here" he said

I didn't know if he was kidding or not. I could never tell if he was making a joke or being sereious.

When I was done I brought the plate to the sink. I rolled up my sleeve to wash the plate. I forgot about the bandage on my wrist from last nights shower.

"What is that?" My father asked from behind me
"Uh... It's nothing" I said rolling down my sleeves.
"Marley get your ass over here and tell my what that is" he said sternly

I slowly turned and walked towards him. He peeled off the bandage and stared at my wrist. He looked up at me and said..
"Did I do this? Did I cause this?"
"No dad, it's not you. I gotta go. The boys wanted me to go to their house today. Only if that's okay with you. I will be home tonight. I know you don't want me out" I said
"Nono it's fine. Go on." He replied

With that I went to my bedroom and called Sam. I need to talk to him. Not about what happened at the party but about my father. He knows the most out of everyone.

Ring..... Ring..... Ring.....

Sam: Hello
Marley: hi
Sam: Marley, oh my goodness are you okay. I am so sorry about what happened, I don't know what I was...... marley are you crying
Marley: can you come, come and ge-get me, pl-pl-please
Sam: in already in the car, I'll be there in 2 minutes
Sam then hung up the phone.

About a minute later I heard his car coming down the street. Seconds later a knock on the door. Then feet, heavy, on the floor. Sam can bursting into my room and ran over to my bed. He pulled me into of his lap and I just sat there trying to stop the tears.

When I had stopped crying I got up and took a shower. When I was done I put a new bandage on my wrist, then slipped on some denim shorts and a baggy grey sweater.

"You know it's like 102 degrees today right?" Sam asked.
"Oh, yeah, I know" I said a little quieter than intended

Sam came over and tried to lift my sweater.
"Cmon take this off its to hot, wear a t-shirt" he said trying to take it off. He lifted my sleeves revealing my bandage.

Before I could blink, he grabbed my wrist very tightly.
"Ouch sam" I said while his grip got tighter
"SAM" I said a little louder
"SAM THAT HURTS" I shouted with tears filling my eyes
"WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS AGAIN. STOP DOING THIS TO YOURSELF" he screamed back into my face.
I took a step back and sat on the bed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell" he said
"Can we go to the house now please sam" I said with my head down.
"Uh yeah, let's go" he responded with a quiver on his soft lips

I stood up and walked out to the car. I got into the passenger seat. I didn't bother to buckle my seatbelt because the house is just around the corner.

The house soon came into site and I got a little excited to see all the guys again. We pulled into the drive way and I got out of the car. I went up and opened the front door. I was then greeted by Jc, kian and Trevor.
"Hey mar, how are ya?" Jc asked
I couldn't really talk, I don't know why I called Sam out of everyone

"Come here" Jc said while taking my hand and leading up the stairs. I followed him to his room and sat down on the bed. As soon as Jc closed his bedroom door I let the tears fall again.

"Okay so basically what's happening is I went home last night and my father was really bad. Worse than any time before Jc. I started cutting again. I hadn't cut for days. Then he tells me he wants to go to rehab next month to get better. And on top of all of this Sam is sitting downstairs and I do y even know what is happening between me and him. I don't know what to think I'm just so tired. And I wanna stop crying but I can't. The tears just keep coming Jc. I can stop. Pl-pl-please help m-me" I said while trying to stop the tears pouring down my cheeks.

Jc came over and sat beside me. He held me. I needed to cry. I needed this. I just needed to say everything out loud and just get it all out.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX short chapter I know :( but hey, two updates in one day that's pretty good for me :) please vote and comment. I love you all! See you soon xoxox

stay beautiful
-sam pottorff