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13 | Secrets

"I hope you know that," he whispered before he laid his head back on the pillow, closing his eyes and going to sleep.

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the next morning, Sam woke up by Carl, "Sammy, wake up." He opened his eyes, seeing Carl beside him, he rubbed his eyes, "what time is it?"

"it's six am, are you okay? You look like you didn't get any sleep last night." Carl said, sitting up, looking at him, noticing his eyes were a little red.

"yeah I'm fine," Sam said as he sat up a little, "You sure?"

Sam nodded as he looked at Carl, he then leaned up and kissed him.

Carl kissed back and pulled away after a couple seconds, "is that alcohol in your breath?" He asked, "No, why?" Sam asked him, lying, "I don't know, it just smells like it."

"Maybe it's because I just woke up," Sam said, he got up from the bed and went to walk out of the bedroom, going to the bathroom.

After Sam left, Carl looked at Sam's phone that was on the side table, he noticed the notifications, he exhaled and got up from his bed, walking over to his closet, grabbing some clothes.

Carl began to get dressed, he buttoned his jeans and slipped his shirt over his head, as he was doing so, he heard the door open and Sam walked in.

"Do, y'all have any, um, headache medicine?" Sam asked, walking over to Carl.

Carl looked at him as he put on his socks and shoes, "yeah, I think so. Is your head hurting?"

"a little," Sam said as he watched him.

Carl stood properly after he was done with his shoes, he looked at him, "I'm sorry, Sammy." He apologized, feeling bad for Sam having a headache.

"It's fine," Sam smiled softly, looking at him, "I'll get the Ibuprofen." Carl said before he kissed Sam's forehead and walked out of the room.

once Carl left the room, Sam walked over and sat on the bed, grabbing his phone from the side table.

Sam checked his notifications, seeing about ten texts and eleven missed calls from his mom, he exhaled and unlocked his phone, going to his messaging app.

he pressed on one of the contact names; mom.

He then just read the texts from her, he read one, the time saying from two am; Samuel please answer me! I'm getting fucking worried!

Suddenly his phone vibrated, he saw that his mom was calling him again, he took a deep breath and pressed the answer button, putting the phone close to his ear.

"hello?" He spoke into the phone, standing from the bed, walking around the room.

"Sam, I've called you a thousand times! Why didn't you answer or call back?"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't reach my phone yesterday." He lied, sitting on the chair that was by the window.

"for the whole day? Samuel, I was worried sick! I didn't know if something happened to you!"