Good Girl... Gone Bad.

Chapter Fourteen: Bed ridden and embarrassed.

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“Hi darling! How are you feeling? How was the interrogation? Are you okay? Is Sam still there?” Mum gushed into the phone.

“Woah, mum. I’m fine. Seriously everything is okay. What did you want to talk about?” I answered.

“Honey, work called me and said they wanted to send me to paris for a few weeks. This is an opportunity that I can’t miss, I’ve waited twelve years for this! So, how do you think about moving to Paris?” 

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“Mum you’ve got to be kidding!” I exclaimed.

I heard mum sigh into the phone.

“Mum,” I started “You go to Paris and I’ll stay here!” I said, full of hope.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Lola. Who would look after you?” Mum replied.

“Sam can. And Andy the cop said he would be checking up on me, and Victoria can stay with me, Mum, please!!” I begged.

“Hmm, I guess that could work. We’ll talk tonight. Sam’s taking you home, by the way. See you later!” Mum said, hanging up. 

When I hung up the phone and put it on the bedside table Sam stirred in his sleep. Still half asleep, he stretched his arms and rested his hand on the top of my thigh. Memories of the rugby game night flooded back to me and I flinched violently at his touch. “Holy shit, Lola, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry!” Sam said apologetically. I didn’t realize but tears were streaming out of my eyes and down my face. 

“I’m sorry Sam. I didn’t think I would react like this.” I mumbled. Sam slowly and unsurely took my hand.

“These things take time. And we can take things as slow as you like.” Sam said, staring into my eyes. Thankfully, the nurse walked in again wheeling in a wheelchair.

“I bet you’re dying to get out of here!” She said, smiling at me.

Sam stood beside me and picked me up bridal style. I gritted at the pain of being lifted, my muscles aching. Finally Sam softly placed me into the wheelchair and pushed me out of the room. “Thanks for your help!” I called out to the nurse as we left. The fresh air hit me as we exited the building and I felt instantly better. I felt bad about having to have Sam look after me all the time. 

When we arrived home Sam carried me upstairs and lay me down on my bed. “So will your mum be back soon to look after you? I wish I could stay it’s just that I have to pick up my cousins from their primary school.” Sam asked. I contemplated telling Sam about mum leaving to Paris, but then I thought he would feel obliged to stay with me and look after me. 

“She’ll be here any minute now.” I smiled. Sam leant down and kiss me softly on the forehead.

“Call me if you need anything. And I mean anything. I’ll come as soon as you need me.” Sam said softly, closing the door behind him as he left.

A few hours later I heard mum come in the front door and close it behind her. I pretended to be asleep so I could avoid the Paris conversation. Crossing my fingers in hope, I finally heard Mum open her closet and pull out her heavy suitcase and then waited a few moments. I silently rejoiced to myself, as she hadn’t pulled out a second suitcase for me.  

Mum later knocked softly on my door and walked in holding some water and soup. “Did you speak to Victoria about coming to stay?” She said, sitting on the side of my bed. Shit, I had completely forgotten to call Victoria! Grabbing my phone I dialed in her number.