Sam Wilson

Hello Diary, and Good Bye Jonathan

Part Six

"Okay sir. Thank you." And Sam hung up the phone.

By this time, Eleanor had come out of the washroom, after a bath. She sat down on her bed and sighed heavily. She was tired.

"Did you come to know anything about Jonathan?" She asked.

He made an annoyed face and replied, " The police called his parents. He is at home."

Eleanor threw herself on the bed, her back resting against the soft comfy bed..

He came and sat beside her.

"I hate boys. You are the only exception." She continued, "Boys have always been mean to me. And look at that coward, Jonathan, he left me to die. And those two gangsta guys I met?! Finn was so rude and frightening." She did not stir her eyes which were fixed at the ceiling.

"You mean to say, you don't hate me. Does that count as you love me?" He replied bluntly as he played randomly with his fingers.

She glared at him.

"Well, it is either love or hate. So...."

"Don't fly up in the air Sam Wilson. I have my own restrictions."

"Oh yeah? I will like to know about it then."

"Do you want me to tell you?" She got up furiously. She sat with her legs crossed, her left knee had just brushed his thigh.

"Yes." He said with a determined look.

In another moment, her so called furious-ness had been traded for a shy, soft voice. She had dropped her head down.

"Well you see... " she was writing something with her finger on the bedsheets.

"What?"

"You have done so much for me. Giving me a home, well a place to live for, being there for me... And all those things that you and your mother did... I can't hate you."

He looked at her intensely.

"You can sleep. You are exhausted." He merely said these two sentences and got up to leave. The moment he was leaving. She saw a distinguished brown leather thing inside his black leathered jacket.

She has seen something like that. She had owned something like that. She had been into all this just because of that. She had met Sam just because of that!!!! Her diary.

She got up abruptly. He startled and looked at her with his eyes narrowed.

"What is it?" He asked.

No. She has to keep her cool. She has to think. So instead of fighting with him to give the book back, she simply said, "Nothing." She lay down with the blanked around her. She then said him a simple, "Good night Sam."

He switched off the lights, "Sweet Dreams."

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She had planned. She had planned how to get that diary of hers, which had her very secret of Jonathan and her feelings, from Sam.

She was here, around 2:54 AM in the night, outside Sam's room. She creaked in the door as silently as she could do, yet she could not avoid that little grating sound of the lock. She sneaked in the dark room and slowly walked towards the bed. She stumbled at her feet and just got a mini heart attack. She then balanced herself, and also shunned the noise which was going to escape her mouth as a reflex, she looked down. His left leg shoe was lying like a poor guy after divorce from his wife aka right leg shoe( it has to be the right leg shoe as the wife in the pair, because women are always right) .