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••𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 3 | 𝑺𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒂 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓••
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𝗠𝗼𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗼, 𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗮
Sam sat outside her workplace with a white pill bottle rattling against her thigh. She let out a deep breath of air before uncapping the harsh bottle. The brunette tipped the bottle on its side, shaking it as a few dull pills came rolling out to her open palm. She glanced down at the pills for a few seconds before swallowing them down without a struggle.
"Excuse me, miss?" An ominous voice crept up from behind her as she quickly shot her boyfriend a look of relief over her clothed shoulder. "Richie" she warned. The boy playfully shook his head. "What'd you just take?" He asked taking a seat next to his girlfriend. Sam tilted her head with a pointed grin. "Your boner pills" she pressed.
"Good luck getting it up now" she joked, glancing down at the boy's pants before breaking into a smirk. Richie let out a scoff, clearing his throat. "You, um..." he paused, pointing a finger at her chest. "You are my boner pills" Sam broke into a laugh watching her boyfriend playfully shake his head. "No. No" he laughed.
The brunette curled her fingers around the fabric of Richie's uniform pulling him in for a much needed kiss. The smug boy grinned before breaking away from the kiss. "You okay?" He asked, slowly jabbing his elbow against his girlfriend's stomach. Samantha felt her phone vibrate against her back pocket. "Yes" she reassured, pulling out her phone.
"You don't have to check on me all the time. I'm not breakable" she murmured, narrowing her eye sight down on the phone number plastered all over her screen. Her eyes glossed over the contact name. Wes Hicks. Richie watched his girlfriend turn off her phone without answering the call. "Yeah, this I know"
The phone lit up again. Sam squinted her eyes on the green message. It's Wes Hicks. Don't know if you remember me. Please call me ASAP, it's about Tara. The brunette dragged a hand down her neck, biting down on her tongue. "Shit" she muttered, pressing the green button on her phone as it rang against her palm.
Richie sat quietly on the curb, watching his girlfriend walk a few feet away from him with her phone against her ear. Sam sunk her front teeth into her bottom lip. "Sam?" Wes spoke with a shallow voice of question. Sam cleared her throat. "Hey. What's going on?" The boy let out a deep breath of air before slowly tightening his grip on the phone.
"Uh, Tara...was attacked" Wes revealed wiping his nose with the back of his hand as he heard Sam's whole demeanor change. "What? Is she— was she the only one who was attacked?" She questioned, furrowing her eyebrows in a worry. Wes shook franticly shook his head like the girl could see him.
