Memories

Little girl, little girl

[Sam's POV]

It's been a long time I didn't had a sleep over with Crystal. She was so tired she fainted in the bathroom, unbelievable. I had to carry her to the bed and put an blanket over her, like a parent, and, like a creep for 5 big minutes watch her sleep after to go fix my mattress who "died" and fell into pieces. So like a creep I slept with her, she was shaking for a long time of the night. I wonder what's wrong... What is she doing here? Why can't she tell me? I'm her best friend right? Right? Humpffff... I'm asking myself to many questions. I should clear this up at once, when I wake up I'll go ask about everything that is fucking me over and over, and I'll get proper answer. I swear!

[Crystal's POV]

"....."

This time I wake up whithout making any noise or screaming, I can still feel the warmth on my shoulder and hips. I open my eyes to see more clear...

"!!!!!!!" Sam is next to me.

We're face to face and I can feel his heavy breathing blowing my hair a little bit. What is he doing in my bed?! I can feel his heart beat against mine, both of his hands are on my hips now, he was definitely the cause of the heating of my body. Still sleeping he embrace me with his hands like I'm a sort of teddy bear or a huge pillow. I tried to push him has far away from me so I could get up, change myself and pretend like nothing happened. I start pushing his shirtless body with my hands so he can get at the other "side" of the bed. Oh no! My hand.. Sam's chest as now a hand print covered with blood.

"Shit! I totally forgot my injury"

"What injuries?" Sam said looking at me with his sleepy green eyes.

Oh my god, this is bad, this is REALLY bad.

"Sam?! I-"

"I know you're hiding something from me"

"!?"

"You've been acting strange since yesterday, please tell me" He was calm and serious, his voice was also soft making want to confess my nightmares for comfort.

I was not ready for explanation yet, I still had to figure it out myself. I need a distraction.

"You're chest is..."

Sam look at his bloody hand print stamped on his top body for few seconds, he finally end up by lifting up his face and posing his eyes on me.

"Are does new wounds?" He became more and more aware and conscious about the situation as the conversation goes on.

"Yes" I couldn't hide it anymore.

"Tell me now!"

"Well I-" With that unfinished sentence I do a triple sauté on my butt next to the bed, yes, I did fall off the bed. When I look at my surrounding I noticed some broken pieces of glass of the cup of water we had last night, I bring it closer to me so I could have an excuse. I didn't want to tell him yet, and how did the glass broke? Strange. It's like it was placed conveniently there just for me... I didn't like It at all.