Ty's P.O.V
"My results are back." I shout from the kitchen as I hang up the phone. Samara comes running in wide-eyed with fear.
"And?" She questions and places her hands in a praying form.
"I don't know," I say and she seems relieved. "I have to go and see the doctor, so that can't be good." I answer and lean against the counter. My doctors words the sooner the better echo in my head.
"Can I go with you?" She asks quietly.
"Please?" I say. She grabs my hand and pulls me to her. I place my forehead against hers and look deep into her eyes. "I'm so scared." I whisper to her
"I'm so scared too," she whispers. "I don't think I'm strong enough to-"
I stop her, "you are, you are strong enough. Don't let anyone tell you differently, okay? I need you to stay strong, and no matter what happens, you protect our baby." I stop speaking. Our foreheads still touch as I reach to her stomach. I place my hand right on it and just stand there. The world seems to stop spinning just a moment. For that moment everything is okay. Nothing in the world can go wrong for this moment. Then there is a knock at the door. I kiss her deeply and say 'I love you', before walking to the front door. I open the door and see a man I don't think I have never seen before in my life. He is about 6 feet tall and thin. He has dark brown hair with a light beard to match and fair skin. Finally, I see his deep, blue, ocean eyes...
Samara's P.O.V
Ty stands in the door way looking like a deer in headlights. The man, also just stands there, he looks as if he's going to cry. Then it hits me. That's his father, his father! What the hell is he doing here? "Hello Ty," he says finally, his deep voice echoing throughout the house. Ty doesn't reply, he just stares. Come on baby, say something! Say something! I think he's in shock.
"Hi," finally comes out of his mouth. Oh thank god! Again there is an awkward pause between the two. Then Ty's mother comes running down the stairs, and halts before she hits the last steps. Moments like this make me feel really uncomfortable, so I cannot imagine how Ty feels. His mother walks slowly down the last few steps. She never breaks eye contact with his dad. I wonder what his name is.
"Daniel," she says and walks to Ty. Oh, so his name is Daniel? That's swell.
"Nicole." He replies back. She hugs him and he wraps his hands around her tiny waist. They stand there for a while. Before I notice, Ty runs out the door and is gone out of sight.
Ty's P.O.V
I hit the street running. Faster than I thought I could run. I pass a park and then a school. I run far enough to finally hit the hospital and burst through the front door. I sit in a chair and wait for someone to see me, anyone. The doctor said I could drop in anytime so this must be the perfect time.
That prick just showed up out of nowhere! It's been almost 18 years! Why does he think he can just show up out of the fucking blue? I don't need this right now. He thinks he can just waltz into my fucking life and pretend like nothing fucking happened? Fuck him! I never needed him before and I sure as hell don't need him now!
My legs shakes uncontrollably as I think more deeply upon this. My head is down, so I don't see when someone touches my shoulder. I freak out and pull some sort of karate move, throwing my hands up in self defense. The person backs up as I see who it is. Samara, oh thank god! I stand up and hug her forcefully. She hugs back.
"What the hell Ty?" She whispers when we break apart.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't handle all of, whatever that was." I confess in a whisper. "How did you find me?"
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The Boy in the Hall
RomanceSamara Kissinger's life was headed nowhere. No friends, a family that hated her and thoughts; dark thoughts. About to hit the point of 'no return', Samara meets a boy, a boy with many amazing qualities that changes her life completely. (Excuse any m...