Omaha Boys Imagines

ready to love again | wilkinson

(Sammy's Point of View)

As soon as I step into the house, Nate pounces on me.

"Dude, where were you? Wait...are you holding a girl?"

I panic like a deer in headlights and opened my mouth. "The bruises were there when I found her, I swear."

Nate, one of the only people I've confided with about my past, narrows his eyes. As he crosses his arms, he observes the unconscious girl in my arms. "I know, man. You've changed since..." His voice trails off as the reality of the situation hits him. He suddenly stands up straight and motions for me to follow him.

"Just tell me where to put her down and I'll explain everything," I say. Nate nods, glances around our living room, and gestures towards the couch. I set the girl down, making sure not to hit her head. She lets out a small breath when I remove my arms from underneath her; I stare at her for a few seconds before turning back to Nate.

"So what happened?"

"I was driving and-"

"Sam, you know you're still not allowed to drive by yourself."

"I know Nate, just listen. Anyway, I was driving down the road and saw her car pulled over to the side. I thought maybe it was a drunk driver or something, so I pulled over. When I looked into her car, she was all bruised up and was leaning onto the steering wheel. I tried to talk to her, but she wouldn't answer. She'd already lost her consciousness. So I decided to take her back here."

"And you didn't call 911."

"Because I'm not supposed to be driving," I answer. I roll my eyes. Nate is always like that: completely missing the point.

"What happened to her car?"

"Does it matter, Nate!" I yell. "We have an unconscious girl on our couch, and all you care about is her car?"

"Calm down, damn," Nate says, putting his hands up. "Did you take your meds today?"

"Fuck you," I say, before turning away. I know he's being sincere, and he cares about me, but I hate when he lets my past blind him from the person I am today. I kneel next to the couch and gently shake the girl. She doesn't wake up.

"Let's just wait until she's conscious again," Nate suggests, walking out of the room.

/ / /

I'm just about to start my college work the next day when I hear Gilinsky yelling from downstairs. "Yo, Sammy! Why is there a girl walking around our house?"

I shoot up from out of my chair and run down the stairs. I see Gilinsky nervously looking into the kitchen from the hallway. "What?"

"There's a girl in there," Gilinsky whispers, pointing into the kitchen. "And it's not Madison."

"Oh yeah, um...I'll explain later," I say, pushing him out of the way. I walk in to see the girl, who is staring out of the kitchen window in some kind of a trance. "Uh, hi?"

The girl whips around with her mouth slightly open and begins to stutter. "Um, where am I? Where's my car? Where's Kaz?"

I ignore her questions and walk towards her. I grasp her wrist to lead her to a chair at the table but she yanks her hand away. My face burns in embarrassment. Come on Sam, you've made so much progress but you're slipping back...