Will You Still Love Me? (MAHTW Sequel)

Chapter 13

"Wait!" I yelled seeing Sam halfway down the steps. He turned to look at me, stunned to see me following.

"What?" He asked hesitantly, stepping up a step to meet me.

"You're gonna do all that then just walk out? That's so hypocritical, staying you'll be damned if I have to fight him alone again but then leaving." I said. He chuckled,

"You're right. But they're your family now, not me. I had my chance and I blew it and now you don't need me. If they don't understand you and your past its only because you're unwilling to share it with them but you need to make them understand because I won't always be here for you, in fact I shouldn't now, you're making me that pathetic guy who can't get over his ex girlfriend. They want to help you but they can't if you wont let them. You need to learn to start letting them in because you can't rely on me anymore." He said, finishing his sentence stronger then he'd probably meant.

"Wha- what are you saying?" I stammered.

"I'm saying I can't do this anymore. You can't either, you're engaged to a great guy but you're holding back because while we both keep saying we're just friends, were not so I'm cutting this off now, this is goodbye. This is your last save from me because I don't want to see you anymore." I felt like I was being broken up with but it was worse because I was losing a person who I'd been so close to my entire life.

"Sam.." I cried pitifully, my eyes tearing up again. His eyes were sad as they watched me but in the end he turned around and continued to walk out to his car.

I turned around and realized that no one had followed me. It was this moment that I realized no matter how many people knew, I would always be utterly alone in this fight. They didn't see it like I did and the only one who had ever once ventured to help me through it had just forsaken me from his life completely. I felt helpless as I looked down at my feet.

"I didn't want to bother you two while you were talking..." Austin said, I looked up and he was suddenly standing at the top of the stairs. "I was hiding, and listening cause I'm nosey when it comes to you two." He chuckled, trying to make the mood lighter but failing. "You okay?" He asked seriously. I shook my head no. "He's right though, it's for the best he goes." He said gently. "I don't know how many times I have to say this to get you to realize it but we're here for you, you don't have to hide stuff from us. It's my job to help you and be there for you and I want to help you but you never let me, you never realize that I don't care if he can hurt me I want to protect you and I'd die trying." He said, the tears pooling in my eyes from Sam escaped as I walked back up the stairs towards him. He wrapped his arms around me and drew me into his chest.

"Help me." I said into his chest in a small voice.

"All you had to do was ask." He whispered.

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"We need to take this to the police." Angel said once we were back inside. I'm sure by now my phone has made it's rounds to everyone and they all had read it. "Even though he hasn't done anything to you yet it's still harassment."

"I think you're forgetting the murder of my mother, I don't call that nothing..." I shot back.

"Oh yeah.. But what he's doing to you now is still harassment." She said.

"If they couldn't get him for murder what makes you think they'll be able to pick him up for harassment, no one can find him." I said.

"Either way it doesn't matter." Austin cut in, "they need to know this to develop a case and he probably isn't that big of a priority after all this time so this can bring new attention back to your mom's case."

"Can we do it tomorrow? I'm already so done with today..." I sighed.

"No, we gotta move quick, the last text you got was 'don't tell or you'll regret it." That's a threat and one that can come true now that we all know." Angel said.

"Oh, I never checked that last text, I didn't know whether it was from him or not." I said, thinking back to the text I got when I was with Austin.

"If it's too much for you I'll go turn it in." Angel offered.

"That probably won't work, they'll want a statement." Austin said. Alan was quietly analyzing the situation, looking back and forth as we talked.

I sat in Austin's lap on the couch and just curled up against his chest with my face pressed into his neck. I didn't want to hear anymore about this or think about it but I was forced to anyways no matter how small I curled up.

"Evan you have to go, and today." Austin urged, I nodded signaling I understood but it still didn't mean I wanted to do it.

"The sooner the better..." Angel added. I finally sighed and released his neck but didn't get up. Austin leaned up to my ear.

"Come on princess, we have to go." He whispered, sliding my phone into my hand and pushing me so I would stand up. "I'll take her down there and do everything we need to do, you guys watch over around here." He said to Angel and Alan, they nodded and then he shepherded me out the door to his car, keeping his arm firmly wrapped around me the whole time. He went back to opening my car door for me and taking care of every little part of me like he did when we first met. If I hadn't done it myself, I'm sure he would have buckled my seat belt for me too.

I was back to being the girl who hopelessly wanted to but couldn't take care of herself and had to be carefully juggled with how my emotions were going.

From this moment forward I resolved myself to finally start fighting again. Up until now I was just rolling over and taking it and slowly reverting back into my state of helplessness but if I was going to win this I had to be stronger, I had to stop crying and refusing to go places. Ironically I'd never let Austin into my problems before to help me but I'd have no problem using him as a shield to curl up with and ignore what I didn't want to do but that had to change. If I was going to beat my dad for myself and for my mom I had to be better.

So when we finally pulled up in front of the police station I opened my own doors and marched in with my head high to tell my story, hopeful it'd be better this time than the last.