Touch Me

Red wrists

What does Chelsey mean by "interesting"
What is that supposed to mean?
Is Adam not telling me something?
Is he keeping a big secret from me?

My mind is filled with questions that I can't answer unless I ask Adam or Chelsey. I go with the rest of my day still thinking about what Chelsey said. I'm still staying at Adams house and my mom is still trying to call me, I have to tell her why I left because she probably doesn't remember what happens that night. I have to, I have to call her back and this time no more being scared and saying it's okay. This time I'm going to tell her enough is enough. I grab my phone and I walk outside to the front of Adams house. I dial her number and I wait. Wait for her to pick up.

"Sam? Is that you?" I can hear her voice crack on the other side

"Yeah it's me" I want to cry

"Sam where have you been I've been so worried about you and Teddy"

"I'm at a friends house an-"

" A friends house? Where are you? I'm coming to pick you up. I can't believe you ran away you selfish, stu-"

" No. Don't you dare blame this on me saying I'm selfish and stupid. You were the one to cause all this, you don't remember but after work you got drunk." Tears begin to fill my eyes

" You yelled at me and threw glasses at me mom! How dare you say that I'm selfish. How dare you mom."

"Sam. Oh my gosh I'm so sorry, I.... I didn't kn-"

"Maybe you would if you would stop drinking for once"

"Just come home... please. I miss you baby"

"If you do me one thing"

"What.... what ever you want I will do it... for you and Teddy" I can hear her crying

" You have to go to rehab" Tears are running down my cheeks

" .... alright Sam..... for you"

"I'll be home tomorrow"

"I love you"

"Love you too"

I hang up

As I go back inside I wipe my tears so Teddy and Adam don't see. I open the door slowly and they both stand there with a blank expression on their faces.

"What?" I say nervously

"We're going back home tomorrow?" Teddy says

Oh my gosh they heard me

" Sam can we talk... privately"

I follow Adam up to his room and he shuts the door. He paces back and forth with his hands in his hair.

"Why are you leaving?" He says getting angry

" My Mom wants me and Teddy to come home and I don't want to stay here longer because I do t want your parents to worry."

" Sam who cares about my parents okay! You can not go home!" He gets closer to my face

"Adam I need to go home my mom is getting worried and so am I"

Adam's breathing is getting faster and faster

" Sam how can you be so stupid!? She threw glasses at you. She could have killed you!"

"Stupid? Adam how dare you call me that! It's not my fault that my mom can't stop drinking okay! She told he she would find help for Teddy and me!"

I slap Adam and he puts a hand on his cheek. He looks into my eyes with anger and he pushes me up against the wall. He grabs my wrists and pins me down. His grip is getting tighter and tighter, I wince in pain and look at him. He is so close to my face, I want to back up but I can't.

"You made a big mistake slapping me Sam" his eyes are looking into mine

"A.... Adam stop you're hurting me" my wrists are burning

I try to kick him but before I do he catches me. He puts his foot on top of mine and presses hard.

"Adam let me go" I push him back and he falls on the floor. I look at my wrist and they are bright red, I rub them and look at Adam on the floor. He looks at me with regret in his eyes.

"S.. Sam I'm sorry" his eyes fill with tears

I grab my bag and I run out the door

"Sam! Sam!" I hear him start to get up and run

I run to Teddy's room and grab his bag and his hand. I run out of the door and run downstairs to the front door. Teddy is scared and has no idea what is going on.

"I'll explain later Teddy I promise" my eyes and watering up just looking at his scared face.

20 minutes later

We are finally home and I knock on the door. She opens the door.

" Sam? Teddy?" He begins to cry and she leans down to hug Teddy.

I look at her. The drunk, broken and sad mother. She has had so much go on in her life, she's told me every little detail of her life. She was abused as a child and she ran away just like me and she was put into foster care. She found a family that took care of her, they both died last year. They were the sweetest people ever, then my dad came along. He would abuse my mom right in front of us. He would never lay a hand on us but on her he would beat her till she was covered in bruises and cuts. He left when I was 7.

Mom looks at me and pulls me in for a tight hug, a hug that she has been wanting for days. She whispers in my ear.

"I love you baby..... never forget that"

I stay silent and cry in her shoulder