Emily
Sam looked at me in horror.
"What the fuck!" He screamed.
"You're-you're dead! How are you here?!" He asked in terror.
"I couldn't see you the way that you were anymore. I heard all the stuff you said, Sam. You can't be telling yourself that kind of shit..." I said.
He wiped a few tears from his eyes then said "I-I didn't know what to do, you-you were gone... I loved you, I still love you!"
"I know, but you can't do that to yourself... It's terrible.."
"Hold on..." Jc said, "what was he doing?" I looked at Sam he shook his head.
"I can't tell you... It's, uhh, personal." I mumbled, Jc rolled his eyes, mumbled something, then left.
"Sam..." I mumbled.
"I know... But I couldn't help it! It was like you were calling my name in my sleep, all the flashbacks of our relationship. Fuck, Em. I was scared... Not only for me but for you too!" He rambled.
"I'm sorry..." I mumbled, again.
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We were sitting at the dinner table, having a... Welcome back from death dinner I guess? we had pork, mixed vegetables, rice, and garlic bread.
"So, you were able to come back at any time, but you thought 'nah, i'll just let them suffer a bit longer'?" Nash asked annoyed,
"Nash, I already explained this... I wasn't ready to go back yet, I was too scared that you guys were gonna act the way that Sam did," i paused, looking at sam chuckling "He practically pissed himself!"
"Fuck off!" Sam laughed, throwing a piece of broccoli at me. I eyed down the broccoli it was now in front of me, just sitting peacefully on the table, then quickly picked it up and ate it.
"She preys then attacks." Jc laughed.
"I'm a tigaa, meowww!!" I said in a higher voice then did a pose, mocking a cat.
"I still can't get over the fact that she left us here for longer then she had to." Nash said, sulking back into his chair.
"Oh yeah?" I asked in a sarcastic voice "Well hurry up n get over it because everyone else has, butt muncher." I smiled, he groaned, got up and stomped to his room.
"Aww, come on Nash! It was only a joke!" I yelled after him, he does a loud groan that's followed by a door slam.
"You're grounded!" I yell to him.
"Nuh uh! Cause you're not my mama anymore!" He yells back. I smile, and eat the rest of my food.
Hell yes, I am yo mama, Grier. Ain't nothin' gon' change that shit;)
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Edited.
yes, i am aware that this is also another hella short chapter but its okay because I'll probably be updating tomorrow.
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