The Heartbreak Factor - Part Three

Chapter Thirty-Seven.

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This part will be from George’s point of view.

“So last night out as a free man,” Josh grinned to me as we stood in a circle, trying to avoid any attention getting onto us.

“Free man?” I laughed. “You say it like marrying Sammy is a bad thing.”

“It’s not,” Josh smiled.

“Marriage isn’t that bad, is it?” I asked Jaymi.

Jaymi looked at me and shook his head. “It is hard work – there’s no denying that. But if you truly do love someone, then it’s just a promise to each other.”

“A very long promise,” JJ laughed.

“I do love her,” I grinned. “I love her more than..” Josh interrupted me by sticking his fingers down his throat and pretending to gag. “Oh, shut up.”

“Josh is only jealous because he’s forever alone,” Jaymi joked.

“Forever alone?” Josh asked. “I’ve just not found that one special girl yet.”

“Adorable,” JJ grinned.

“Don’t you feel like your world is just complete whenever Sammy looks at you?” Jaymi asked, getting all romantic.

“Seriously guys,” Josh said, pretending to vomit.

“Whenever Elle smiles, I feel myself falling more and more in love with her,” JJ grinned.

“Whenever Olly says something, I feel myself hanging on his every word,” Jaymi smiled.

“Whenever Sammy..”

Josh interrupted me. “Stop it.”

*

“Mum, I’m gonna have to go,” I said down the phone. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay. Love you,” she said.

“Love you too,” I said before hanging up and putting my phone in my pocket so that I could unlock the front door to mine and Sammy’s apartment.

As I opened the door, I realised all the lights were on. I swear I had turned them off before I went out to meet up with the boys, but evidently not. As I turned to put my car keys on the table beside the door, I noticed a key on top of a piece of paper. Closing the door behind me, I picked the paper up from beneath the key and walked into the lounge. Sitting down on the sofa, I began to read the writing on the paper.

“Dear Sammy”

Dear Sammy? What?

*

Putting the letter down on the sofa, it took me a minute to understand what I had just read – utter bullshit. Without even thinking, I got up off the sofa and raced to the front door. Picking up my car keys from the table, I opened the front door and rushed down the stairs, leaving the door to slam shut. I ended up jumping down three or four steps at a time, just to get to my car that little bit quicker. I had to sort this out. The second I got into my car, I turned the engine on and began to reverse. I had to get to the hotel where Sammy was stopping as soon as possible. I couldn’t lose her over lies.

*

Pulling up to the hotel, I turned the engine off and got out the car. Running up the steps to the entrance, I pressed the button on my keys to lock it. I didn’t even care that I had just parked right in front of the doors in a bay that was clearly marked with ‘no parking’. It was nearing 3am – who was going to stop me at this time?

Rushing over to the reception desk, I hammered constantly at the bell until a woman came through the office door. “How can I help you sir?” she asked.

You could tell she was pissed off with my constant bell-ringing, even through her hospitality smile. “I need the room for Sammy Jones,” I said. “It’s urgent.”

“I’m sorry sir,” the woman smiled. “I am afraid I need the guest’s permission to give you her room number.”

“Ring her then,” I demanded.

“I’m sorry sir,” the woman smiled again. “I am afraid it is against hotel policy to contact guests between the hours of 11pm and 8am.”

“I honestly don’t care about your policy,” I aggressively shouted. “I just need to see her.”

“I am sorry sir. Now if you wouldn’t mind..”

Before she had chance to finish her sentence, I ran off through the lobby towards a sign that was pointing to the elevators.

“Sir!” I heard her call after me but it was too late – I had already ran into an available elevator and pressed the button for the first floor. If the receptionist wasn’t going to give me her hotel room number then I was going to find it for myself. The second the doors of the elevator opened, I ran out of them and down the corridor with identical doors dotted along each sides with golden numbers engraved on each one.

“Sammy!” I shouted.

I continued to run down the corridor, calling her name loudly. I didn’t care if I woke the whole hotel up – I needed to see her. As I got to the end of the corridor, I turned around and ran back towards the elevators, still shouting her name. Just as I got to the end of the corridor, a hotel door opened.

“Sammy?” I asked, turning around.

Instead of seeing Sammy, I was greeted by an elderly man looking at me in disgust. “Do you mind? Some of us are trying to sleep!”

“I am sorry,” I said. “I’m just trying to find my..”

Before I had chance to finish my sentence, I heard a door behind me open.

“George.”

Turning around, I saw Jenny in her dressing gown, looking at me. “Jenny,” I said. “Which room is Sammy in?”

“108,” Jenny smiled. “You do realise what time it is though.”

I didn’t reply to Jenny, instead I rushed down the corridor towards room 108. As I got to it, I banged on the door as loud as I could – probably waking everyone else up in the hotel that wasn’t awoken by my shouting.

“George,” Jenny asked, rushing to catch up with me. “What’s wrong?”

“Where’s Sammy?” I asked, banging on the door.

As I went to bang on the door again, it opened. “George, what are you doing?”

“Chloe, where’s Sammy?” I asked.

“I thought she was with you,” Chloe groaned, clutching onto her head.

“Why would she be with me?” I asked.

“What’s going on, George?” Jenny asked.

“I think she’s left me.”

*

“Right, sit down and tell me everything,” Jenny said as she led me into her hotel room and sat me down on the sofa.

“She’s left me over a psycho fan.”

“What?” Jenny asked. “Just start from the beginning.”

“There’s this girl, Rio, who has been stalking me and the boys since the beginning. She’s got this idea into her head that I love her, but I honestly don’t. She’s been threatening me that she was going to tell Sammy lies about me and Rio doing stuff, you know, relationship stuff, but we haven’t. I swear on my life that I’ve never even touched her. She’s just making up these lies to get me and Sammy to break up as she is obsessed with me. She’s wrote Sammy a letter and I got home tonight to find the letter with a key on top.”

“I believe you,” Jenny smiled.

“Really?” I asked. “I never thought anybody would believe me.”

“George, I’ve seen the way you look at my daughter – it’s the same look that Kevin, Sammy’s father, used to look at me like. You love her.”