A Call for Help

Chapter Fifeteen: Emotional Mess

It seemed everything was going to be okay. New house, homeschooling, her dad found a good paying job, even if it broke his back (not really). She even had planned days to see Johnathan during the summer, which was every weekend.
It was amazing to actually have something to look forward to. Her dad would give her some extra cash, and John would have some cash he saved from working and they'd go do something. Sometimes he'd bring little gifts, like roses, or a not-so-romantic chocolate bar. Something.
Then one day, in the middle of summer, after they'd both regained some confidence, was a moment she'd never been happier. They'd bought ice cream. She had a mint chocolate chip and he had plain chocolate. When they finished them, they sat on a bench near a pond.
"Sam," he said a little nervous, looking over at her. She looked at him smiling.
"Yes John," she said, sounding half excited. He made her warm and happy. He smiled back.
"I love you," he said slowly, trying to sound confident. He knew it was true, but for some reason it was hard to say out loud.
"I love you too," she said slowly as well, feeling the same problem. He took her hand and she held it, closing her eyes happily. She didn't have to open her eyes to know he had leaned closer.
She opened her eyes slowly and smiled nervously. It gave him a little more confidence. He leaned in closer, feeling their breath begin to mingle.
Nither of them had ever been so happy. It was amazing. After that, they began to leave the park, holding hands. Then a voice that seemed familiar to Sam came from behind them.
"Hey," a boy about their age yelled. They turned around suprised, letting go of each other. There was something familiar about him to Sam.
He had medium length blonde hair. He wore a plain white baseball cap backwards, dirty white shorts, and a slightly dirty sleeveless that showed his slightly muscular arms. His green eyes seemed to actually look at Samantha, instead of through her like most. Why was he so familiar?
He walked up and pushed Johnathan down. He called out in surprise, but was quickly back on his feet. John glared at the other male, almost in recognition. He wasn't happy about being pushed down.
"What was that for," he said, his voice raised a little.
"Step away from Samantha," the blonde haired boy said with warning in his voice.
"How do you know my name," Samantha asked suprised. She knew he looked familiar, but who was he? He looked at her with sad face.
"Samantha it's me. Don't you recognize me," he asked in a slightly sad tone. She went to shake her head, when suddenly, John was there. Next thing she knew, they were wresting and punching each other on the trail.
She stepped back suprised, then tried to break them up. She pulled on one of their shirts. It was the blonde kid. He looked at her angry and pointed to Johnathan, who's eye is beginning to swell and turn purple.
"Who is he? What's he doing here? And why the f-" He took a deep breath to calm down. "Why are you walking around with him? What happened to us?" His tone turned sad again. She thought she knew who it was, but couldn't believe it.
"His names Johnathan," she answered a little scared. Johnathan stood, gently rubbing a spot on his lower jaw. "And I don't know who you are." He looked hurt, emotionally not physically. John was the opposite.
"It's me," he said again, seeming to be very sad. "Don't you remember?" She almost shoke her head, but didn't. She simply said a name, and waited for the questions from Johnathan.
"Andrew."