I'm Trapped Between Two Worlds!!

Chapter 3. Meetings (Part One)

Heeelloooo readers! sorry I took so long, I have been very busy, and then I got sick  :'( well here is the third chapter, it's no finished but hopefully I would upload what's left soon.

I noticed I have some new readers and I wanted to thank them for reading my story! I hope you like it!

And a very very special THANK YOU to EricaBustos! she is my FIRST FAN! that is really exciting.! so I hope you all like this one, ooh and there is a new charecter in this chapter, although now little at some momment will be very important. I named her after my 1st Fan jajajaja!

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Chapter 3. Meetings. (Part One)

Miriam’s POV (Samantha’s mother)

I think it’s been 5 or 6 days since I last saw Samantha, my daughter, and I missed her so much, I know that she probably will be looking a way to find me. Sammy was smart, strong, and hard on the outside but once you got to know her she had the heart of a sweet young girl, she was fun to be around, kind and sweet. She reminded me so much of her father. But I am sure she will know all the truth right now. Knowing Paul I’m sure he should’ve told her everything of our past, our history and what it’s expected from her. I hope she understands that all these years I kept her away from this world because I wanted to keep her safe, I didn’t want her to be forced into deciding to choose between two mates like I had to.

Although once I saw James I knew he’s the one I was supposed to be with, I also really loved Logan and I couldn’t but to feel guilty he was now the man he was because of me. I know he already had a dark side and past when I was with him, but my rejection definitely made things worse. But it was faith, or whatever you’ll like to call it. I fell in love with James the moment I saw him. I know my daughter was soon to be placed in the same position. I just hoped I could be there for her. What if she doesn’t want me there? I can’t stand the thought of it, Sam is a smart girl, and she’ll understand I was only trying to keep her safe. Right?

In the middle of my internal dilemma a knock on the door brought me back to reality, I was in a big room; I suppose in Logan’s mansion, it was all painted in white with small flowers neatly painted on the top, almost reaching the ceiling, flowers painted in a light peach color. The wooden floor making sounds every time I moved, was perfectly waxed and bright, I had and internal bathroom all to disposition, the room was confortable, I couldn’t deny it, but it was also a cage, I felt trapped, and even thought the room was big I felt claustrophobic. The windows had thick caged bars, I think even a cat will have difficulty passing through there, and the door was only opened from the outside. I was trapped, I was at Logan’s disposition whenever he wanted me, I haven’t seen him since I was brought here, and I was grateful for that.

The door opened and I saw the last person I expected to see. Or maybe I did expect it to, but I had always denied those thoughts as soon as I thought them. But it was true; as much as I denied it I had the proof right in front of my eyes. Cassandra.

Cassandra has always been beautiful, she had those big grey eyes that made you feel intimidated and feel like she could see though your soul, I’ve never seen eyes like those before, and she had dark curled blonde hair. She was beautiful, we used to be really close, always counting in each other and telling each other everything. She was really fast and manipulative, she was smart and very dangerous when she was mad or didn’t get things the way she wanted. But she could be kind when she wanted to; she always got away with whatever she did and took care of the people she cared for. This is why I couldn’t understand why she became Logan’s right hand in strategic decisions knowing that he killed our mother.

“Cassandra” – I said with my head up, trying to keep my emotions for her away.

“Hello, sister. How’ve you been?” she said with a smirk on her face and a fake face, she knew she couldn’t lie or hide her true emotions or intentions from me. She was never capable to do so. And she was not starting to do it now.