He walks up to me, and I move a little backward.
"Wow, look who's talking to me," he says, and I vigorously shake my head. I try to say something, but no words come to my defense.
"What? You gat no explanation for avoiding me?"
"Since you know I'm avoiding, what are you doing here?" I say.
"To find out why!" He shouts.
"Is it about last night? Tell me, do you regret it?" He asks, seriously waiting for answers as he stares Into my eyes.
I turn away, and it gives him a bitter response. He throws his hands in the air.
"Wow," he says moving back.
"Morgan," I call quietly.
"I don't regret it, I just...I don't want to talk about it. I was ashamed that you might think less of me, so I left."
"Why would you think that? Sammy, I love you, and I'm not in this for sex," he says coming closer.
"Really?" I ask in relief.
"Yeah."
"Thank God, I felt stupid."
"You should, for running out on me like that," he says, and I smile.
"Do you want me to stay?" His asks.
"If I say no, will you be upset?"
"No, but I'll be curious."
"Well, I just need some time alone to figure out things."
"By things you mean Tracy?"
"Yeah, both Tracy and us. I deserve that much."
"Okey, but don't think too much, especially what she said."
I raise my brows. "Yup, especially what she said."
I still can't believe Tracy would say such a thing, just because of a guy. Wasn't our relationship strong enough to get pass this?
"I felt her hatred, and I know she won't be forgiving anytime soon."
"She will if your relationship was what it seems."
"I'm starting to doubt that, but it's okay. I just hope she doesn't take it too far."
He gives me a quizzical look.
"You can go now," I tell him, and he nods. He gets inside his car, and I watch him leave.
I get inside and see my mom and James seriously discussing something, their voices low, I can barely hear a word. They see me and suddenly stop. I walk in, suspicious. First: they don't want me to know about their secretive discussion. Second:they aren't misbehaving as they use to.
"James, you are here, again," I say skeptically.
"Yes. I came to tell you that they set up another hearing for Xavier, it's tomorrow. This is your chance to finally free him," he says, and I beam.
"Really?" I say excitedly, as I hug him.
"Thank you so much." I pull away.
"Honey are you sure you want to do this? They might not release him, but instead put you and others in prison, and I don't think I can take that," Gina says, she looks worried.
"Mom, I need to. I have to try," I tell her, and she nods.
"Well. Whatever happens, we are in this together," she says.
Later in the evening. Veronica sends her edited draft along with Xavier's, and Morgan also sent his. I attach them to mine, then summits to Mrs. Huston - online.
THE NEXT DAY, the hearing day. I wake up at 7 am, take my bath and dress up. I sit on my makeup chair -staring at myself in the mirror, thinking this might be the last time I can breathe free air, even if I've never really felt free.
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Mystery / Thriller"I watched as my fifteen-year-old best friend stabbed his dad. Xavier wouldn't stop. He continued stabbing his dad. Blood splattering his face didn't stop him and he was done only when his dad was dead. Xavier looked at me and smiled. I could tell h...
