" After hurting myself like that, I could not go back immediately to racing. I was in no condition, mentally or physically. That helped me to strengthen myself to go through the hard times that were ahead with my business, and to be successful."
Nelson Piquet
*Samantha’s P.O.V*
My social worker is my mother. Why did she tell me now?!
I mean does she think I'll run into her arms screaming “Mommmmmyyy!!!!". ?
Wrong.
Why does she care all of a sudden? She never cared about me before. So what changed? She finally grew up and told me? She lied about her name? I call bullshit. She let me live with these abusive foster parents? And she herself smacked me around?
She's nothing to me.
"Where’s Brooke?" I asked coldly.
"She’s outside the room honey" She said walking towards me.
"Well are you still standing her? And why are you calling me 'Honey'? Stop. Get out, and bring her in. Thank you." I said with an angry look on my face.
With that she nodded and left. & moments later Brooke walked in.
I could tell by her eyes that she had been crying.
"I'm so sorry “Brooke said.
Tears started to form in her eyes.
I sat up and she walked over. I held my arms out motioned for her to come hug me.
"I---I----I----I---I---I---" Sam tried to talk
"Shhhhh..." I said with running my fingers through her hair and hugging her.
" Everything is going to be fine.... I promise... “I said looking into her eyes.
"Why did you tell me?" She asked.
I pulled away and ran my fingers through my head.
"I thought you knew....." I said looking down.
“You never told me that you're H.I.V positive Samantha!" She cried.
“You told me about the support group Brooke..." I look at her.
“I thought you were depressed Samantha!!” She cried while putting her head down on my lap.
"Brooke....." I said.
"Brooke I'm sorry." I said sincerely.
"I COULD LOSE YOU ANYDAY! YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND, YOU ARE MY SISTER! HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME SAMANTHA!? I TELL YOU EVERYTHING! WE'VE BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH TOGETHER! I CANT LOSE YOU!! YOU'RE THE ONLY PERSON I HAVE!" She wept
I didn't say anything.
"I'm sorry" I said shamelessly
It’s the only thing I can say. I truly am sorry. I just didn’t want to think about my death...
There was a long pause. We held each other for about 15 minutes
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"Well ..... You do have a cute nurse" Brooke said
I couldn’t help but laugh that’s Brooke alright always talking about guys.
"Stop being so boy crazed” I laughed
She smirked.
"Brooke..... She’s my mom..... " I said fidgeting with the wires on my hand.
“Wait what? Who? I thought you were in foster care? She said with her eyes wide open.
"My-----My-----My-------S---" I tried saying
"YOUR SOICCAL WORKER?" She yelled.
I looked down and didn't say anything.
I started to cry.
She didn't say anything. Brooke came and hugged me while rubbing my back. Witch made me cry even harder.
"I don't know what to do Brooke." I bawled.
“We’ll get through this together Samantha." She said and then kissed my forehead.
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