Pinky Promise (girlxgirl) Discontinued

Chapter 3

After I walk inside my house, I throw my bookbag on the floor and make my way over to the fridge to see if there's still a soda left. Before I can even grab one though, heathens(my ringtone) starts to play through the house. I grab my phone and check the Caller ID. It's barely been ten minutes and Elise is calling me already? I sigh, and pick up the phone.

"Hi Sam, I was wondering, tomorrow do you want to go out for breakfast? It's on me." I can hear background noise in Elise phone. What the hell is she doing that is causing that much noise?

"Um sure, but what in god's name is going on, it sounds like a circus in there" I grab my soda and take a big swig. Then another. And another. Soon my precious soda was gone. Curse my thirst.

"Oh that, we're having family night. We're playing pictionary, but soon we'll watch a movie." Elise explains. My chest tightens at the word family. I always wondered what it was like to have a mom and dad who loved you, just to have anyone to love you. I remember as a young girl, my mom hired a Nanny because she wasn't able to take care of me, and my dad died of alcohol abuse. I remember the first day I met her. I was 5 years old and I was going over schoolwork when the door rang. I ran to it, checking to see who was there. When I saw a someone I never met before, I went to my Mom's room, where she was sitting on her bed, on the phone.

My mom is a gorgeous woman. Slick brown hair close to black always in a low ponytail , with blue eyes, while my dad had black hair with silver eyes. I inherited both of my parent's genes. She was waving me inside, where I stood near the door patiently waiting until she was done talking. Even at that age, I still understood a lot. I knew why I could never have her come to my school soccer games or honor roll assemblies. Or why she never showed up for a single parent-teacher conference. Unfortunately, I understood very well.

"What do you want Sam, I was in a business call, this better be important." It might seem like she paying attention to me. But she's actually not. My mother was scrolling through her e-mails while asking the question. I could still remember the sinking feeling in my gut, but as always, I put it aside. I always wanted to impress her that she could once say she was proud of me. I did everything. Played the piano. Mastered a second language. Got straight A's all through middle school. All she said whenever I called her and told her was "That's great sweetie." But I could always heard the background voices of her co-workers discussing a project plan that I was interrupting. I was never enough.

"Some lady is outside mom." I look at my shoes, feeling once again embarrassed. My mom walked past me to go downstairs to open the door. I peek behind a wall to hear the conversation.

"Hi I'm Julie, the nanny you hired?" The woman was in her 50's or so. With a tray of food in her hand and a blue jump suit on. I wondered why I needed a nanny. Then I realized that Mom won't be here much. I willed myself not to cry. I was used to it. Why was it different now? It's different now because she's gone longer, the nagging voice in my head said.

"Thanks. Emergency calls on the fridge. Sam is somewhere around, I have to take a flight to New York. Nice meeting you. Money is in the envelope." My mother waves at the nanny as she gets her bags from the living room, and walks out without looking back. She never even said bye to me. Ever since then, she was barley home. And when she was, we rarely talked. The only questions we asked were "how's school" or "how's work?" and "could you pass the salt?"

I was so lost in my own thoughts that I didn't even notice the woman who was now my nanny standing in front of me. Peering at me with her liquid brown eyes.

"Hi dear, what's your name?"

"Samantha but call me Sam." I said shyly.

She laughs."We're going to have a good time together Sam" She smiles at me. And I knew, from that smile, that what she said was true.

And it was. She became a replacement parent. Julie attended my conferences, my performances, drove me to sleepovers, taught me how to shave, helped me on my 'time of the month'. I always called her Julie, any other name didn't fit her. She was always there for me. Everyday I came home from school, a snack awaited me in the kitchen, along with a curious Julie, who asked about my day, told me about hers, and together we laughed for hours at the jokes she told. Julie was my everything. I loved her like a mom. I thought it couldn't get any better. But I didn't.

It got worse.

Over the years, Julie developed lung cancer. Around my middle school years, I constantly came home to find a out-of-breath Julie on the stairs. I had to help her up to where she wanted to go. I knew something was wrong, and when Julie finally told me one day, I bawled my eyes out. I just couldn't stop crying. Then five months after she was diagnosed, she died. I remember opening the door to the house and seeing her on the floor, not breathing. I tried CPR, but nothing worked. I called 911, feeling very terrified. I was only 13 when she died. And it was on my birthday. Before I went to bed, I recieved a phone call asking about a birthday cake. I hung up the phone, went to my room, curled myself in a ball and cried myself to sleep.

On the day of the funeral, my mom phoned in and said she was sorry that Julie passed away, but she couldn't make the funeral, because she was on another business trip. I cut the phone off, and threw it at the wall. I was angry. Angry that Julie left me. Angry that my mom never payed attention to me.

Angry that no one loved me anymore

When they were burying her body, I threw the rose in the hole and looked at her tombstone, remembering all the memories I had with her. And that day, I vowed to myself, that I wouldn't cry anymore. I was tired of crying for people who all left me. Left me to suffer on my own, as I did for so long. To this day, I had kept my promise.

But now, as a stray tear escaped from my eye, I had broken it.

So now you guys know more about Sam's past. This relates to me in some ways, so this Chapter meant a lot to me
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