Torn [Smosh Fanfiction]

Chapter 9- The Call

Ian's POV-

 I heard a knock on the door. Samantha's head shot up from my lap, wiping the tears from her still-red face.

 "Come in!" I called, as Anthony opened the door.

 Anthony looked at Samantha worriedly, "What happened?"

 I shot Anthony an angry glare, which he inevitably ignored. Classic Anthony.

 "What's with all the packed boxes?"

 "Nothing. It's fine." Samantha muttered, her head parallel to her feet. 

 I gave Anthony a nudge that we should leave, reluctanly, he obeyed. 

 "Goodnight Samantha." I whispered, softly.

 "Goodnight, Ian." A slight grin spred across her face. I couldn't help but smile too.

Samantha's POV-

 I tossed and turned in my bed for what seemed like hours. Sleep seemed nearly impossible when I had Drew on my mind. Although, after everything that happened, I knew somewhere deep down inside, I didn't compelely hate him. I wouldn't say the feeling was love, but it was something.

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 I heard ringing coming from the home phone docked on my bedside table, I reached over and  grabbed the phone quickly before it woke  Ian or Anthony.

 I groaned, "Hello?"

 "Well hello there." A farmiliar voice came from the phone, but this voice was too sweet, too happy. Too innocent to be Drew's.

 I swallowed hard. It couldn't be him. He couldn't have gotten the number.

 "What the hell do you want?"

 "To talk."

 "Well that's too fucking bad. Leave me alone. Leave them alone, and get the hell out of my life." I swiftly hung up the phone, bursting out into hysterics.

Anthony's POV-

 I heard muffled crying coming from the room nearest mine, Samantha's. I rose up from my bed, in pursuit of Samantha. Ian wasn't the only one who could get all cutesy-comforty with her.

 I slowly opened the door, peaking in to see what was wrong. I saw Samantha, clutching the phone in her hand crying, I took a step in further. 

 "Ian?" Samantha whispered.

 "No, Anthony." I answered, slighly discouraged she expected Ian, and not me.

 I sat on the bed next to her, wrapping my arms around her.

 "What's wrong?"

 "He called."

 "Who's he?"

 She sighed, telling me what she'd been through, before she met us. Before she moved to California. Before she even knew what was  going on.

I was shocked, that she'd gone through all of that, and that she didn't tell us when we'd frst met. I'd never understand, but I'd never question her either.

 "I'm sorry I didnt tell you before, I just-..."

 I cut her off, "It's not your fault, don't be sorry, really."

 She sighed, no matter how many times I'd tell her not to feel sorry, she'd still be.

 "And don't worry about that Drew guy, you're going to be fine."

 "I sure hope that's the case."

Samantha's POV- 

 Anthony was sweet. He really tried to cheer me up. I loved how he tried, but I still felt like, he didn't understand as well as Ian did. Ian understood when I told him, he made me feel safe. Anthony left me wondering if I would ever really be safe. 

 I paused, I felt my muscles tense. 

 I heard the phone ring, and there wasn't a doubt in my mind as to who was calling.

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i know this was short ok shh 

oh hay look i updated did you miss me heh.

so at this point in the story, what are you shipping more?

Samthony or Iantha?

tell me in the comments haha, anyway please vote if you liked it, ill try and update soon. 

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