I'm Gonna Make You Miss Me (Sam Hunt)

Chapter 8: Just A Note

~Sam's POV~

It's the day I live for Nashville... I'm anxious as hell. I really have no clue what to think or expect, but this is my dream so I'm gonna do everything I can do to live it. Whether that means leaving this shit hole of a town or not. It's going to happen. 

I decided before I left for Nashville I would stop by Leila's house and talk to her, if she was even there. But then again, if she isn't I'll just leave a note. It may not be the best decision to do, but I'm not sticking around here long enough to talk to her. It's over for good. There isn't going to be anymore going back. It's over. Done and finished. 

She was a screw up anyways. 

There's a time where you gotta just move on from people and now is that time. 

~Leila's POV~ 

I was finally on my way back home from my parents. I had stayed for a week, but decided to go back. They helped me a bunch. I honestly would be worse off if it weren't from them. I'm honestly surprised that they took the news about me being a single mom as well as what they did. I really need to try and text Sam though. We need to work it out; not just for the sake of the child, but for both him and I, too. That is if he even cares. It is hard to believe that he would choose a music career over his future family. Even if he didn't do this for me, he should do it for his unborn son or unborn daughter, whatever gender I end up having.

I had gotten home and was going back to work tomorrow. I was completely exhausted but I guess that's what happens when you travel while pregnant but you have to do what you got to do, I guess. It was something that needed to be done, anyways. Sooner or later I would have to tell my parents that I was pregnant with their grandchild and telling them over the phone definitely isn't the right way to do something.

I had finally carried all of my suitcases and bags on to the porch when I noticed there was an envelope taped to my door. I figured it was just a friend leaving a note or even a neighbor, but the hand writing on the inside said other wise. It was Sam. I was scared to even read it, honestly. I haven't heard from him since the day I left and I know this probably wasn't good news written in this note.

Leah,

Uh... I don't really know how to say this, but a record company in Nashville called and I have to be there. I don't know what it's going to lead to, but hopefully I get signed.  I don't know what this means but I'll be gone for a while so if you try and call or even text, you know I won't be there. Well, I guess this is goodbye. I hope you're not mad. You shouldn't be. You always knew this was my dream. Anyways. Bye.

-Sam.

Wow... And I thought he couldn't become more of a piece of shit already. I guess this is it. I'm going to end up being a single mother. My child, well, our child is going to grow up without a father figure.

My life really is a fuck up, ain't it?

(A/N: Woahh... Drama drama... How are you guys liking the story? Don't worry! We're no where near the end, there will be a ton more. Be sure to vote and comment!)