Love Lockdown (Sammy Wilk)

Chapter Fifteen

Breathe by Anna Nalick blasting through my headphones at midnight. Pandora and my bed has been my life this past week.

Sammy has left for an event and hasn't been able to come home for a week and won't come home for another three days..

And Sam hasn't had any time to text or call and I just feel so alone.

I text Gilinsky and Nate and they always reply, so why doesn't Sam?

"Dinner is ready Mel," my grandma smiles from the door and I nod.

"Not really hungry."

"You haven't eaten in two days, just eat something. I'm getting worried, this isn't like you."

True.

"I'll eat in a bit," I reassure her. If I get hungry.

"Okay," she sighs knowing that I won't but leaves my room.

No I'm not starving myself, I'm just not hungry and that's the honest truth. The last time I ate I got sick and now I just don't have an appetite.

My phone ringing and I sigh seeing it's Sammy, finally. "Hey," I smile as I press the answer button.

"Hellllooooo," he slurs and I frown, of course he's drunk. Just like the last four times he's called me. The only time he calls me is when he is drunk, and it makes me sad.

"You're drunk again." I mumble rolling onto my side and staring at the bear he got me that is sitting in the corner of the room.

"I amm, you should be toooo." He says and laughs afterwards.

"Why are you drinking?"

"Some fans invited me to a party, so I came." He giggles and I sigh.

"At least one of us is happy." I mutter as I close my eyes as tears pool in my eyes, "call me when you're sober because I don't even want to talk to you when you're like this." I say before hanging up and placing my phone on my bed, turning my back to it.

It ringing again then a text.

I pick it up and read the text,

From Sammy :-)

um siery

To Sammy :-)

Don't say you're sorry Samuel. The only time you want to talk to me is when you're drunk. This must not be affecting you at all is it? You get to party and live your life, thousands of hot girls to fuck around with and get drunk with. I don't think you realize how hard this is for ME. I have been trying so hard to not give up on you, us, but you make me not want to even try anymore. I know you're not always busy because Nate and Gilinsky always have time to call and text me. But you don't, I wonder why. I really don't understand you. I love you Sam, but sometimes I question if you really feel the same. Have a goodnight, text me when you're sober, if you even care too.

Sighing I push my face into my pillows and soak my pillow with my tears and end up crying myself to sleep.

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My alarm wakes me and I groan, I don't even want to try.

I sit up and silence my phone, seeing no texts or calls from Sam. Go figure.

I get ready for school, my last week.

I frown at myself in the mirror, I look like a ghost, pale and lifeless.

My jeans and hoodie will have to do for today. Straightening my hair and putting some makeup on I head out the door, waiting for my ride. Olivia.