I was lounging in my bed the next day, staring up at the pale ceiling. The amount of dread that I felt in this very moment was unbelievable. I couldn't understand how I got into this situation, everything was planned.
I knew where I was going to go, that I would start a new life. But all of that changed when I met Sam, just thinking about him made me angry. Why couldn't he have left me alone?
The last thing that I needed in my life right now was some guy, I needed to focus on getting my life new started. I barely have any money, let alone a job to begin getting money.
I sat up from my bed and ran my fingers through my hair, anxiously. I fiddled with the ends of my silver strands, as my eyes scattered along the carpet. I felt as if suddenly I felt everything, all the pain and anger that I've felt over the years were suffocating me.
As my blank stare made its way to the bathroom, that happened to be
slightly opened, I allowed my mind to wander and wander until I my breathing had sped up. I wanted nothing but to go home, be in an area that I was familiar with.
But then I remembered like I have before, that I no longer a place that I could call home. That I could never go back to the people I once called my family because they felt like everything else but family.
There a knock on the door, it was so soft that I had to wait for a second knock to make sure that someone was actually at the door.
I pulled my covers back, slowly making my way towards the door. I didn't know why I was constantly so pessimistic but I guess that's what happens when every falls apart.
I stood steady and light steps towards the door, with somewhat trembling fingers as I placed them against the door to look out of the peep hole. I quickly settled my feet back on the carpet, with confusion written all over my face. "Shit."
There was a moment of silence, before there was a heavy knock. I looked over my shoulder at my pair of blue jeans that laid over a hideous floral print chair, then at my boots that sat right under the chair.
I stood a step away from the door, stating fearfully at it as if the person on the other side could just barge right in. "Jo, I know you're in there..." Sam sighs, as he fumbled with the nob.
I gulped softly, believing that maybe if I waited him out he'd go away. There was another knock on the door but, this time it sounded as if he leant against the door. I imagined him with his forearm leant against the outside of my door and his forehead against the inside of arm, with his eyes lowered at the ground waiting for me to answer him.
"I'm not going away until you answer me," he says. I pinched the bridge of nose, as he continued. "I'll never go away until you answer me." I could hear the frustration in him stirring.
I went over to the chair and put my jeans on, followed by shoes and jacket. He knocked on the door again, only this time twice as loud. I walked back over to the door and opened it, "What do you want?"
Sam stared at me, "I wanna talk to you." I barley opened the door, which made him curious to glare inside. "Can I come innnn?" I was honestly too tired to deal with this. "No, so tell me what is that you want to tell me and then go away."
He smiled at me, "What you can't invite a friend to come in, sit down and talk to you? Do you have boy in there with you?"
He looked like standing was a problem, as if he'd fall flat on his face.
"No way you can't come in, do you not remember the last time you can into my hotel? Here I'll answer it for you because you took high as a kite, you locked yourself in my bathroom and refused to leave." I laughed in his face, which looked hurt.
I opened my door a little bit, showing him that I was all alone. "There... see there's nobody here but me." Sam stares at me and I wasn't interested in having a staring contest with him or whatever the hell is was tempting to do.
"How did you even know where I was?" I leaned against the door frame.
"Well, I figured where else would a broke teenage girl go?" The expression on his face showed that he wasn't being a sarcastic jackass like he usually is. I laughed a little, "Why are you here?" I crossed my arms over my chest.
Sam slid his hands into his jacket pockets, as he glared around as if he was embarrassed. "Is it a crime to come and see how you're doing?" God, he was such a bad liar. "You saw me yesterday." I remind.
He seemed so nervous which was odd, his posture was horrible. "I know but anything can happen to a teenage runaway over night." I leaned my head against the door frame, "I can take care of myself."
Sam kept looking behind me, as if he wanted to come inside the hotel room but I didn't want him too. "Do you actually believe that you can?" I arched an eyebrow. "Obviously." I was beginning to get annoyed with him.
"You think you can take someone down who is trying to overpower you?" I rolled my eyes, "If you think I'm going to get kidnapped or something I can assure you that I won't." I pressed my lips together, as a slight breeze blew past me and into the room.
"So, if I were to shove you back into this room you could fight me off?" I gave him an uninterested stare, "You're not even a man okay, your a little boy." I sneered, as my eyes fell to the floor then back at his eyes. There was a moment of silence, as I smiled at how ridiculous he was being.
He didn't reply or even smile, he just stared at me. When I stared harder into his eyes I stopped smiling because he looked so serious, then before I knew it he tried to shove me back into my hotel room. Before he could even push me back, I kneed him in groin.
I brushed my hair back and watched him whine like a little baby. "Do you wanna go to the bathroom and you know... check your balls or something?" His face was red as hell and he was leaning against the banister with his hands on his dick, "What the hell... now you wanna offer?" He mumbles.
I was just trying to be nice, "That was me fighting you off, remember? And that was me offering you, who is a friend to come in, sit down and talk to me." I was trying not laugh but who could blame me. When Sam looked up at me, I had to bite my lip to keep myself from laughing.
"You could have just punched me in the face, I would have preferred that instead." I pushed the door open wider and let him, "Shut up."
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"So friend, what do you want?" I sat on the edge of the bed as he plopped down beside me. "To meet my little sister's boyfriend." I pushed him off the bed, "You can't met him beca --"
Sam sat up on the carpet, "Because he doesn't exist? Yeah, I already know I just wanted to know how long you'd keep lying about it." I stared down at him angrily, "No because he's out."
"Cheating on you?" Sam stood up from the carpet and laid across my bed.
"Like Lexi did? Nah, he's not." Sam rolled his eyes, "Can you get me some ice, I feel like I'm going to vomit and the pain hurts like a bitch." I sighed, ignoring him. "That's the least you can do you jackass." Sam groans, as he rolled over.
"You'll be fine."
"I think I'm gonna vomit all over this bed." He claims, I quickly looked over my shoulder. "Don't you dare," I watched him bury his face in the covers. "go to the bathroom!"
"No, I can't." He whines. "I didn't even hit you that hard!" I argued, he lift his face up just a little bit for me to see his eyes and looked down at me. "I bet getting hit in the balls hurts more than giving birth."
"Worse than giving birth? Ha, are you on drugs or something?"
