her point of view ; sam kerr

chap seven

her point of view

I step away from her, startled to feel her hands on my waist.

" Sorry, it's just, I'm not really looking for anything like that right now".

She sighs, " Yeah, the attractive ones never are".

I force a laugh at her comment, glancing back at the sofa, Mackenzie and Kyra laugh about something they'd said but, Sams no where to be seen.

" Excuse me for a second" I smile at her before walking inside, closing the door behind me.

Standing at the end of the sofa, waiting for the two of them to finish their conversation.
I fidget with the rings on my fingers.
What if she left?

" Where's Sam?".

They both turn to me, Mackenzie so out of it she can barely even focus on me, closing one of her eyes to concentrate.

" Um, she had a few shots then went into the kitchen" Kyra says.

" What?! She's supposed to be driving tonight".

Mackenzie laughs, clapping her hands together like I had just said the funniest thing.

" That's so unlike Sammy. What's gotten into her lately!".

Kyra just laughs along with her, flashing them a quick smile before I disappear into the kitchen.

The laughter mixed with multiple drunk conversations almost over powers the music, searching the room for her brown eyes or low pony tail but am just met with disappointment.

Maybe she did leave?
Panic begins to take over, had she gotten in the car while drinking again?

" Hey hun!" Alanna slurs.

" Hey, do you know if Sam left or?".

She shakes her head, stumbling over her feet before pointing down the hallway.

" I saw her go somewhere down there!".

" Thanks Alanna" I smile at her before turning down the hallway.

Opening each door and calling her name, no response.
Until I'm at the last door, opening it to find Mackenzie's large bedroom.

The only light other then the dimmed bedside lamp comes from the ensuite.

" Sam?".

Closing the door behind me,
I walk towards the bathroom door, to find her sitting in the bathtub.
Eyes closed, knees to her chest with a half drank bottle of wine in her hands.

" Sam, you okay?" I softly ask.

Kneeling down next to the tub, she opens her eyes, a soft, drunken smile growing across her face when she sees me.

" Hey you".

" Hey, I thought you weren't drinking tonight?".

" Yeah? And I thought you were really here just to play football".

Her eyes have dropped, beginning to pick at the skin around her nails.

Shaking my head, I sigh.

" If you're talking about Lucy, that's not even a thing".

She shrugs, " It's okay, pretty sure I have no right to comment after I fucked everything up anyway".

The crack in her voice makes me want to sob right here on the floor.
Removing the wine bottle from her hands, I sit it down on the floor next to me before gently taking her hands in mine.