Uncharted Imagines/Shorts'

14 (Samuel Drake) Obsession

Anything can become an obsession, money, drugs and adventure. Of course it's something not many people get the chance to even experience but for those who do it can take over their lives. Eleanor knows this all too well.

I stare at the wall as time passes and the sky grows dark, hours pass without me even realising it and when I finally roll over to look at the clock it's three in the morning. It seems like sleep isn't an option at this point but not wanting to be awake when the empty space beside me is filled, I turn back to the wall and close my eyes.

Inside my head a million things start to consume my thoughts, fully taking away my attention from a decent sleep. Hearing a noise from the living room brings me back to reality though, the unmistakable sound of the front door being unlocked followed by the soft footsteps that usually wake me up all too familiar. I lay still with my eyes closed hoping he doesn't realise I'm awake and attempt a conversation.

Sam does his usual routine, jacket off and thrown on the chair in the corner, smokes on the bedside table making a loud tapping noise as he places the lighter down, shirt thrown to the floor beside the bed followed by his jeans and finally him taking a minute or so to slowly creep into the bed trying not to wake me up. Half of the time I'm already awake though. It takes him a few seconds laid in silence to realise I'm not asleep.

"You're awake" he mutters.

"How could you tell?" I ask with my eyes still closed, the tone of my voice will let him know I'm not happy and considering the amount of times we've had this conversation, he should expect it. "Uh, your breathing. It's lighter when you're asleep." he tells me.

"It's three in the morning, Sam..." I trail off with a sigh.

I feel the bed shift as he sits up and I move onto my back to glance at him, he rubs his face taking a deep breath. "Nathan ran into some trouble again" he explains looking to me as I give him one chance to get the story straight since it usually changes, hopefully this one doesn't. I smell the alcohol on his breath though, along with the smoke and decide to hear him out. "You know what he's like, running into people who have history with him" he chuckles.

I sit up keeping my back to him and nod "what happened then?" I push.

"Nathan told me to follow, keep out of sight and that's what I did" he shrugs and as I look at him from over my shoulder I can just tell he's lying. "Sam, the truth please." I say and when his eyes meet mine I see the guilt.

He looks to the clock "can we talk about it later? It's late." he asks.

"Both of us are awake and I know you're lying to me."

"El, please-" he starts but I'm quick to snap at him "don't try guilt me into forgiving you, this is getting stupid and I know you want to spend time with your brother but every damn day till the early hours? It's not okay anymore, every time you come back with some bullshit story that doesn't make sense!"

I slide out from under the covers grabbing a pillow as I do. "I gave you a chance to tell me the truth but as usual you give excuses to put it off, goodnight Sam."

"I'm not lying, Nathan got into trouble and he needed me!" he argues.

"Nathan needed you to drink in order to help him? I highly doubt it." I snap glaring at him, he looks taken back like I shouldn't have figured it out and quickly gets out of bed as I head for the door. He gets there before I do standing there with his hands out "El, let's talk- don't leave." he takes the pillow from me throwing it back into it's spot.

I return to my side of the bed slowly. "If this doesn't stop I'm leaving" I state, arms crossed and more than serious. "I work and come home but you're never here, then you stumble home early in the morning and that's it- that's most of the time we spend together, sleeping."