A/N:
This is Sam's house. Not very big, but appropriate.The Window above the rocking chairs is where Sam's bedroom window is 😉 enjoy!
Sure, Emmy. You can stay at my place for a bit. Where are you now?"
Sam's morning voice was clear-even across the phone.
"I'm at the town police station. If you pick me up tonight I have thirty days to pack from my old place." I eyed Mr.Putnam, he was typing away in documents.
"Okay, Emmy. Give me about ten minutes to arrive. Love you." Sam hung up.
Love you too, I thought.
My mother. Her natural red hair.Her mellow voice. Her motherly way of showing she cared. Her erratic view of the world. I don't care she used to smoke, or used to drink.
I felt my eyes to begin to well up.
Those things cannot be redone. Time cannot relapse all of a sudden. Time can never give me back mom. Only the remnants show she ever existed. She only exists in the pictures we took together. Before dad left. She only exists in my memory, in other's.
Tears ran down my cheeks in an untamed pattern, and Mr.Putnam looked at me with sorry eyes.
"Hey, everything's gonna be alright. Hey. It's okay." Surprisingly, Mr.Putnam wrapped both of his arms around me. At first he seemed like a pretty decent, funny guy, like nothing could hurt him. I felt embarrassed to cry now. I barely knew this man.
"I can't get her back. I can't..." Just then, Mr.Putnam broke our hug.
He looked me dead in the eyes.
"Time heals itself, okay? I'm sure your mother was a great woman. Right now we are busy trying to investigate the problem, so it can be solved. We will find whoever is responsible for the murder."
Mr.Putnam only made me cry harder. Those words were soothing, but I don't feel soothed right now.
I'm scared.
"Okay. Thanks, Mr.Putnam. " I wiped the tears off my face, and sniffled my runny nose.
Collect yourself, Emma.
I tried.
"Mr.Putnam, My friend Sam will be here in about ten minutes. He says I can stay at his place. " I told him.
"Okay. When he comes, I have to have him sign a couple custody forms, alright?" He announced.
I nodded.
Ten minutes seemed like forever. But when a knock came at the exact same door I came in here from, it didn't matter. I felt delighted Sam would be here.
I could live with my boyfriend. I could hopefully wake up and see his handsome face. I could see him day or night, I wouldn't have to call.
I got up, but Mr. Putnam got it before I did.
Sam's hair was messed up, unlike his usual, combed hair. He wore sweatpants with a white tank top, a jacket to cover his shoulders.
"Emmy, hey. Come here." Sam said. He pulled me into another hug, threatening the tears to run. They didn't.
What I loved most about Sam, was he was at least a whole sis inches taller than me. Which meant I was as tall as his collar bone.
Mr.Putnam cleared his throat, and Sam and I broke our hug.
"Emma here tells me that you are Sam? Correct?" Mr.Putnam asked.
"Yes sir. " Sam replied quite gentlemanly.
"Then, I must ask that you agree to hold custody over Emma? At least, until she finds a more...ahem...proper parent or property to live. " Mr.Putnam raised his brows.
"Yes sir, of course I agree. " Sam replied.
"Then come this way, over here. It's not normally so dark..." Mr. Putnam guided Sam back to his desktop, where a printer now started printing documents.
At least three pages were made. Mr.Putnam took them out from the printer behind his chair, and stapled them. He took a pen out from his front shirt pocket.
"I need you to file out the front page only. " Mr.Putnam gave Sam the pen, and he began to scribble away.
"And Emma, please file out the second. " Mr.Putnam said, and Sam gave the pen to me.
Age_:__16...
I, _____Emma Jones___, agree to allow Sam Worthington to have full custody of me....
Does the new resident smoke?___No
I just filled out the page.
After that, Mr.Putnam said we could leave. I hopped into Sam's 2012 grey jeep.
"That felt like adopting a dog, but one who is a thousand times cuter," Sam said, while turning on the engine.
I didn't laugh, instead smaked his arm playfully.
"I'm kidding. I'm gonna love having you around, Emmy." Sam reached for my hand and kissed it. I smiled, and leaned in toward him.
I felt his lips against mine.
Sam licked my lower lip, and I opened my mouth. His breath was peperminty. I moaned, letting my hands briefly roam in his messy hair.
Sam put his hand on my neck, and he cleared his throat.
I broke the kiss first.
"What?" I asked, thinking something was wrong.
"I gotta drive you home, Emmy." He said like it was obvious. It is obvious.
"Okay." I grabbed Sam's right hand, while he pulled out of the parking lot using his left. The whole ride was like that until we arrived at his house. It was a nice, peacefully ride.
"OK. Let's go on in." Sam took his hand back and turned off the car, grabbing his keys.
I opened my passenger door, stepping into his already open garage. A few other cars where in here as well, but more shabby then Sam's jeep.
***
Sam kissed me on the mouth, somewhat smiling. He pulled me into his twin bed, breaking the kiss. His bed was right next to his window, allowing a small ray of moonlight to drop onto his pillow. He hugged me, allowing me to breathe in his musky scent.
"I love you Emmy." Sam tiredly said.
"Love you too." I lay resting my nose into the crook of his neck, and allowed sleep to envelope me.
My dreams that night were fruitless. Nothing but darkness and mom's voice resonating throughout.
YOU ARE READING
Falling
FantasyThere was no way that Emma Jones could ever fall for the popular boy. Or into depression. In fact, Emma was supposedly just another girl. Until that strange locket appeared at her doorstep.
