Sam monroe x y/n

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We finally pulled up to school and I could see through the windows all the people hanging around being idiots in the car park. "Move you retards!" Corey yelled and lifted one hand in annoyance while honking at them.

This whole ride to school was very silent I must say for Sam and Corey to be like basically best friends they didn't really talk much well Corey did most the talking Sam just replied dryly.

After my brother did his horrendous parking we all jumped out the car and I grabbed my school bag and slammed the car door. I didn't plan on ACTUALLY going to school so when we started walking away I turned around and walked down the hill instead of up to this dark tunnel near some bushes where I would go to skip school.

"Hey where you going!?" I heard a familiar voice call after me. I turned around to find the blue and black haired boy call after me making me roll my eyes. "Sam come on leave her to be depressed by herself" my useless brother warned him but he kept walking. Gosh I hated my brother so much he never cared for me if anything I would think he wanted me dead.

Sam turned around and said something to Corey but since I was too far away I couldn't hear but whatever he said it worked because my brother just shrugged, turned around and kept walking to the school gates by himself with his art project in his arms.

I was still stood there looking in their direction while Sam continued to walk towards me until he was normal talking distance from me. "You not going to school?" Sam questioned. "No" I wasn't really interested in whatever he had to say so I just replied in short and fast responses. "Cool" he didn't really seem to have any interest in talking to me either and he seemed quite restless even. "Hey uh I could smell the weed in your bag and I know you're going down to that tunnel to smoke it, could I maybe join you?" He asked me while fidgeting with his hands. "I haven't had anything for like two days and I feel like I'm going crazy." He finished his sentence and seemed very on edge to know my answer so I quickly did.

"I mean I have quite a lot but it's not free you'll have to pay me back" I didn't want him to think I was a charity because I wasn't. "Yeah yeah sure that's fine" Sam said quickly eager to smoke. "Ok" we turned back around and started walking towards the tunnel.

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I pulled the cone for the third time and handed it back to Sam. We had been sitting here for a while not really talking or interacting just passing the cone back and forth and saying a few words to each other. It was really awkward even for me and I loved silence but I just couldn't handle it so I broke the silence and started talking while he was pulling his cone. "So why haven't you had anything for two days?" I could've thought of a better question but I was too lazy. "My dealer isn't really cooperating with me" he shrugged. "What does that even mean" I chuckled at him, but really what does that mean. "Well usually I would pay him but I have no money and the only way I can get money is to do this thing for him." I didn't really understand what he was even on about because I was sort of in a trance but I tried to conjure up a response. "What do you have to do?" He looked up at me after I said that and just looked back down. "Well my dealer is Josh, I don't know if you know what he does or not but if you do I think you can piece together what I have to do." He said with such shame in his voice.

It was shocked at his answer, Josh was a pimp and he wanted Sam be a prostitute for some weed?! What kind of idiot would do that, Just jokes I would. I think it was maybe last year when I first became a part time prostitute and I wasn't proud of it or anything I was just at such a low point in my life where I would do anything just to feel something again and using was my only way. I wouldn't say I have gotten any better but I didn't sell myself anymore.

"I understand you Sam" I said with empathy knowing I had to go through the exact thing he is going through now, I know I shouldn't care but I wouldn't wish this hard decision of whether to sell yourself or not on my worst enemy. "And if you ever think of doing it don't I have been there and done that trust me it's not worth it, just tell me whenever you need some and I can just hook you up but don't do that shit okay?" I am usually never this worried about a person but he just reminds me so much of myself it's like I'm trying to protect him and act like I'm fixing myself.

"Yea thanks" he just looked down and hung his head low while leaning his elbows on his knees.

We stayed quiet again for a while just passing the cone back and forth taking hits each the silence was like before but abit more relaxing until he spoke again which hit me out of the blue. "Hey what really happened In science when you passed out and left for like a month?" I was taken back by his bold question, but I guess it was reasonable because I was gone out of no where but considering how no one ever talks to me or even notices me I was pretty sure they wouldn't even recognise I was gone. "Well I just passed out then left for a month there isn't really anything else to it." I'm still sensitive on the topic so I showed minimal interest, stupid me should've known he would've kept persisting until he got an answer he likes.

"Cmon y/n I know there's more to the story than that just tell me." I sighed out of frustration and acceptance. I gave in, who cares anyway if I tell him what really happened I think it's better to tell someone you barely know and will probably never speak to again about your problems then someone you have known your whole life and will definitely speak to again. "Well if you really wanna know Mr keen" I joked "then I'll tell you. I overdosed from my step-dads morphine pills he had for his arthritis, they took me to the hospital to get treated then I got sent away to a rehab home for teens so I could 'get better' well that's what they hoped would happen. The thing is my step dad, my brother, teachers everyone around me just wants me to change to be better you know shit like that but they had their chances to care when I was younger they never cared before and now all of a sudden they just do it's not fair." I started getting railed up and annoyed just talking about it.

He stared at me, at first I thought he was just staring blanking at me but then I looked deeper into his eyes and I could see empathy and sadness in his eyes. "I," he took a deep breath as if he was preparing what to say "I understand you y/n" he put a hand on my shoulder and rubbed it soothing me. "You know we are pretty similar" he chuckled probably trying to lighten the mood. "Oh yea? How so?" I just chuckled back trying to give the same energy. He looked deeply into my eyes "we're both basically junkies and have fucked up families." He chuckled again. I didn't really know what to respond with so I just nodded and said "yea I guess."

At this point we were both pretty cooked so we didn't really have a clue what was going on or what we were even saying. We kinda just sat in the tunnel and I leaned on his shoulder as we just talked.

A/N

ITS A SHORT AND BAD CHAPTER IKK IM SORRY IVE BEEN SO BUSY BUT IT WILL GET BETTER I HOPE ANYWAYS PLEASE KEEP READING AND VOTING IT WOULD DO ME WONDERS TYY X