All of the Lights

Chapter Thirteen

Previously...

"I don't want you to either. Trust me. But Rob's worried. Just give him some time to adjust. He'll get use to me." Sam comforted me. I nodded my head.

He's right. Sam is always right.

"Let's get your stuff, and then drop you off. Are you free tomorrow?"

"Ok. And yeah, why?"

"Because I was planning on spending the day with you." He winked.

"I'm planning the same." I smirked. He looked at me and smiled.

Sam is so cute.

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Chapter Thirteen

The next two years flew by. I managed to stay at Rob's place for most of it, but as the years went on, I was constantly leaving to spend the nights with Sam. Rob argued with me about it. He argued a lot. He still hates Sam to this day. He hates me for deciding to move in with Sam. I don't blame him. Rob did so much for me, and I was basically throwing him away.

Sam asked me to move in with him on my 21st birthday. I, of course, said yes. The more I knew Sam, the more I fell in love with him. There was so much about him that completed me. He was my other half.

We tried our best to keep our relationship private. We didn't want other people getting involved. After a year, though, we announced our relationship on Reagan's talk show. It was nice to finally be able to kiss and hold hands whenever we wanted to. Mostly everyone was ecstatic. Some of Sam's fans were crushed and hated me. I couldn't help it though.

As for our careers, I ended up having Sam's band open for my recent tour that just ended last Spring. I had to pull a few strings, but was finally able to let Sam share my tour bus with me, while his band had their own. That caused a lot of drama in his fandom. The fans who were determined to marry him, kept their eyes on us. My fans didn't care, and were happy for me, but some of Sam's fans were completely obsessed. They didn't want me around him.

Cody and Sam's friendship has become rocky. Cody keeps talking about moving out. I'm still not sure what happened between them. They don't talk much; not like they used to. They were so close, but now not so much.

Rob is still pissed, like I mentioned before. He tries to keep in touch with me, but I always forget to call him back or reply. He comes over to visit, sometimes. When he does, it's courtesy of Sam. As much as Rob and my relationship has faded, Sam forces me to still see him. Sam doesn't want me to lose Rob.

Grace and I still haven't made up from our fight. She probably hates me. There's nothing much I can do about that. I've tried to stitch up our friendship, because honestly she's the only one who knows about my issues. I trusted her with them. I can only hope that she doesn't say anything about my problems to any media people.

As for me, I'm mentally broken. My eating disorder hasn't ended. Sam had found out about it, though. He made sure to always ask me what I had eaten and when I had. He also tried to eat with me whenever he could. He was really concerned, and helped me as best as he could. I guess that issue had gotten a little better, but others had gotten worse. I refuse to tell Sam about my issues. They're not something he can fix. They're something I need to handle myself.

A lot has happened in the past two years to me. I put on a confident facade, but on the inside, I'm torn apart. Everything that people say goes to my head. I'm surrounded by negativity. I know that I can't please everyone, but it's hard to ignore the hate. The things people say are cruel, and it hurts. Sam has helped with some of my insecurities, but at the end of the day I feel alone. It's not something that anyone but myself can fix... And I don't know how to fix it.