Samara's POV
Previously what happend:
I stripped out of my day clothes and replaced them with my turquoise pj crop top and my black cheer shorts(I don't do cheer, I just bought a pair because they are comfy). Looking around, I finally reached my bed and spotted some flowers with a little notecard. I ran towards my bed and jumped on it, carding it to wobble. Reaching my hand around, I felt around until I reached the notecard. Picking it up, I opened it and read it. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"Hey Sugarplum, look out your window;)" The note read.
What the actual crackers?! I jumped out of my bed and raced to the window. Looking out, I saw the person I least wanted to see...
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Luca Bradley.
"Hey Sugarplum." He gave me a small smirk and waved.
"Lu-Luca? Is it really you?" I couldn't believe my eyes.
"Yes Sugarplum, it's me." He smiled.
"No Luca! I fell for you last time and that didn't go well at all!" I shouted.
"Calm down princess." He chuckled.
"No! You need to get the fu** off of my property, now! How the feathers are you even alive?! I saw you with my own eyes slowly dying in that car as I dialed for 911." I said, mouth agape and my head slightly shaking, like I could erase the fact that he was here.
"You might've thought I was dead, but did you even check my pulse?" He questioned.
"Well, what? No! Your eyes were shutting and I was frantically looking around for a phone to call 911. I didn't have time to check your pulse! It's not like you asked me if it was alright to touch me in different places, but you did anyways!" I shouted.
I could start to feel the burning of my tears coming down my face. A pair of hands pulled me back and behind their back. I knew it was Holden.
"Leave our property, now!" He screamed at him. I could feel his glare aiming down disgustingly at him.
I could see Luca walk off, laughing. Holden and I heard Luca's tires screeching, meaning he left. After we knew for sure that he was gone, Holden came and held my face in his hands and used his thumb to dry my cheeks.
"You're gonna be okay. We're gonna be okay." He muttered to me, but I think he was trying to reassure himself as well.
He pulled me in for a hug and started to rub my back comfortingly. I could still feel the burning of my tears rolling down my cheeks. He picked me up bridal style and tucked me into my bed. Seconds later, he slid into my bed and fell asleep. He knew that I wouldn't want to sleep alone. This is why he's the greatest brother ever.
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I woke up in the morning with the feeling of not wanting to go to school.
"Mar. You don't have to go to school, if you would like?" He gave me a small smile.
"But I don't wanna stay in this house alone today." I pulled my blankets up so I could hide under them.
"I can stay until 12 because I have a meeting for a new job then, but I'll call over Jazmine for you." He offered.
"Thanks! That would be great." I spoke, probably muffled.
"Of course!" He came and sat on the side of my bed and rubbed my back comfortingly.
"You probably think that I'm a wimp, but I am just worried-" I got cut off.
"No! It's completely understandable Mar! I'm gonna go make you some waffles. Be right back in 5 minutes." He left my room and headed downstairs
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