Chapter Thirty | The Perfect Plan

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2 Months Until Victoria's Death...

Samuel was taken back by Victoria's words. You. He was shocked. Disappointed, and a sense of betrayal washed upon him, "You can't be serious right now." He sent his arms flying in disbelief, "After everything we've been doing. You seriously want to throw me away now?" Victoria had nothing to say, she gazed down at the floor, wishing some sort of angel would come out of there and explain everything to Samuel so she wouldn't have to. "I am your boyfriend," Samuel said, "Your baby's father for fucks sake."

"We are fucking eighteen Samuel." Victoria bursts into tears, "We have highschool. We should be studying for exams and preparing for the future. Not having kids and fighting crime for the love of God!" Tears dwelled down Victoria's cheeks like a waterfall, she has been keeping her feelings all to herself since the night she witnessed Samuel and Christina, "You're right." Samuel came closer and took her in, "But this is the cards we were dealt my love," He kisses her on the cheek where the tear was falling, "We must keep going, and pushing me away is not the answer to all your questions–"

"But it definitely is one of the answers Samuel." She interrupted him, "I understand that school finished, and that I won't be able to live my highschool fantasy anymore, but I had a highschool crush on you and now this?" Samuel left Victoria's side and stood up, looking down at her in incredulity. "What?" Victoria realized what she said a bit too late, because when she got up to try and hold him he pushed her off, almost sending her flying to the floor. "You," Samuel says as he fights the tears forming in his eyes. "After everything we have been through, I am a fucking high school crush to you?" He grabs the chair next to him and sends it to the other side of the room. "A fucking high school crush?" Samuel sits down and takes a deep breath, cooling off before he accidentally sends Victoria to the hospital instead of that chair. "I'm sorry—"

"No Victoria." Victoria saw that there was no emotion left in Samuel's eyes, no love, no hate, no happiness, no sadness, and her fantasy fell apart like a perfect story with a horrible ending. "Damian was right!" Samuel yells as he picks up his bags and walks towards the front door, "You are a fucking bitch." The door makes a loud bang after him, and to his surprise a blonde beauty was waiting for him at the other side of it. "Do you need a hand?" She pops the lollipop out of her mouth and greets him with a smile. "We have an extra room lying around back at the mansion." Samuel didn't say anything back, he just walked to Isabella's car and threw his bags in the backseat, giving Victoria one last hideous look as she stared at him from her window. "Why were you here anyways?" Samuel turns to look at Isabella, "Well, I came to kill you two, but after what I heard, I guess there is going to be a change in plans." She winks at him and drives off to Lavender Street. Leaving Victoria to her pain and agony in the big haunted house. 

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