My new maid||h.s.(english)

eleven

Sam's POV

I am emotionally attached to the song Yellow by Coldplay because it brings me back to one night:

I started to drink alcohol at that time. Beth and I, along with other friends, were invited to a party in the countryside of London. I knew it wasn't healthy for me to consume alcohol, and still isn't, but with all the caos that had come up with my father leaving us, I couldn't think of another way to suppress my angry and depressed thoughts. I drank a whole bottle of peach flavored vodka all by myself and by the end of the night I was very drunk, and Beth was as well. So we decided to disappear instead of actually joining the party. We ran hand in hand to a soccer field and we laid down on the soft and humid grass, all whilst laughing.

"I'm very drunk" I stated laughing. She nodded her head and pointed at herself as saying 'me too'.

"Oh, oh, oh oh! Beth! Are you listening to me? Oh! Are you?" I asked shaking her by her shoulder. She turned her head to me and she had her eyes closed and her mouth in a very drunk grin.

"Yes, I am."

"Listen to this song, I discovered it many many many many days ago and you will love it. I know it."

"I always like the songs you choose, put it on." I somehow managed to put on the song and she immediately fell in love with it.

"The stars shine so bright Sam, it's beautiful." she said after awhile.

"Breathtaking indeed." and then tears started to fall down on my cheeks, a mixture of pure joy and intoxication spreading through and out of me.

"Tell me something about you" Harrys voice brought me back from my memory. I turned my head to him and our position reminded me so much of that night with my best friend that a genuine smile spread on my lips.

"What would you like to know? I'm pretty boring." My feet started to brush themselves one against the other, a habit I took from my grandmother and mother as well.

"Something about your family to start, I mean, only if you're comfortable with telling me." I turned my head towards the sky again and I nodded my head, not sure if he could see me.

"There's nothing much to say, I live with my mother Louise and brother of five years old Johnatan a couple of blocks away from your house, in a small apartment. My father lived with us too, before meeting another woman and leaving with her of course." I angrily spat and I could feel Harrys hand on mine, giving me some kind of support. "It's okay, I'm sort of okay. I don't miss him anymore, he still sends me and Johnny birthday presents but he's wrong if he thinks that he can have our trust again by buying us useless stuff.

"He's a very rich man now, he founded his own company, the Green&CO. I guess 'CO.' stands for 'coward' since he decided to leave his pregnant wife and daughter for a slut, that stupid twat. My mother works her arse off in the hair shop and in an office and do you know what he gave us when he left? 1000 paltry pounds. That's all. He taught that we could live off 1000 pounds, that inconsiderate dìckhead. And you know what the saddest thing of all this is?" Harry tried to keep me calm by stroking my hand with his thumb but I was everything but calm, I was furious, and broken. Tears unwillingly left my eyes and I quickly wiped them off.

"He wants Johnny for himself. He told my mother that if she weren't able to take care of two children,  he would take matters in his hands and request full custody of my brother. Isn't it cruel Harry? How can a man that I once considered a hero turn into such a cruel being? To rip a child away from his mothers arms, that's his idea of 'helping'. I honestly am so disappointed, what should I do Harry? Tell me what to do." I nuzzled my head in the crook of his neck, careful not to let any of my tears mixed with mascara stain his shirt.