Lance

Part-21 Lance

~ Samanthas Pov ~

~Two weeks late~
I woke up in a yawn and looked over as I watched Lance sleep right beside me.

Things have changed in him ever since he killed his own father.

Some good some bad, He's paid more attention to me, been a better boyfriend.

But he seems to have episodes where he loses it and goes crazy like the other day.

~Flashback~

I woke up to a loud smash as I heard glass shatter from Lance's bathroom.

I got out of his bed and walked over slowly "Lance?" I asked quietly

He was staring at himself in a shattered mirror that was in front of him.

Blood dripped down his fists as I walked up to him.

I felt so bad the only thing I could do was hug him, I knew he hated hugs at least from Eli but I knew he needed this.

~ End of Flashback ~

That was only one out of many other times where he would scream and throw things across his room.

I think he even hit Eli once too, which I found crazy, He would never do that.

I got up stretching as I tried not to wake him up, I had to force him to go to sleep because he never wants to.

I feel bad in a way but I know he needs it, Even though he never wants to and most of the time I end up falling asleep to him playing with my hair.

I mean like I said he's changed for the good and the bad, and boy he's even hotter now.

I scoffed as I thought that, I paused as I started to walk forward, a bored creaked under my foot as I moved.

I walked out of the newly clean room, that I made Lance clean.

I walked to the door and slowly opened it, I finally walked out and closed it tightly.

I sighed in relief as I walked downstairs, I moved my giant hoodie sleeves from off of my hands and up my arm.

I was so cozy wearing my small shorts and Of course Lances hoodie.

Ok, I know all girls wear their man's hoodies but I kinda had to.

I thought rolling my eyes as I stepped downstairs, I walked into the door of the living room confused about why the lights were on.

I swear if Eli is eating my fries I'm going to kill him I thought as I walked to the front of the living room.

I walked passed the door and jumped as a tall man was standing there, who definitely was not Eli.

He was tall, not taller than Lance but taller than Eli and me.

He wore a hoodie with shorts and he had brown fluffy hair and he looked young.

"Uh hello?" He asked looking down.

"Hello?" I said back in a confused and slightly frightened tone.