Imagination //Jakob Delgado//

//Eleven//

Samantha

~The Weekend~

I lay in bed, texting on my phone.

I soon get a text, from a number I don't even know.

1800335632: Excuse Me

Me: Who is this?

1800335632: Your Mother!

My heart dropped.

Oh no...

Me: How did you get my number?

Mom: I have my ways, now get back home!!

Me: I can't, I left for a reason!

Mom: Now!

Me: Never! I left because I can't stand you! Tessa and I are sick of being your little rag dolls that you can throw around whenever you want! No! that is not how it works!! You hurt us physically and verbally, WE ARE DONE!

I blocked her number.

I sit up in my bed and put my head in my hands. Slightly sobbing.

I hear a knock on my door.

"Who is it?!" I ask wiping my tears.

"Ethan, can I please come in?"

"Uhh, hold on a sec, yeah!"I shout wiping my tears with my sleeves.

He comes in, closing the door and sits down beside me on the bed.

"Are you okay?" he asks me with worried eyes. I nodded my head, soon tears start falling down my face, I engulf him in a hug and start lightly sobbing into his shoulder..

"Cry it out." He whispers patting my back lightly.

After I am finished I sit back and wipe my tears. "whats wrong?" He asks. "Everything, Ethan..." I trail off.

"You can tell me anything.. Sam" He says wiping away a tear with his thumb.

I sigh, shaking my head.

"Its not that easy, Ethan. You wouldn't understand" I whisper as tears fall down my face slowly.

Ethan grabs me by my chin lightly, his beautiful brown eyes looking into my hazel green ones.

He leans in, placing his lips on mine..

I tense a bit before relaxing, putting my arms around his neck, as we slowly stand up. He places his arms around my waist.

I wince instantly pulling away from our kiss, and his grip.

"Whats wrong? did I hurt you?" He asks worriedly.

"No Ethan.", I sigh remembering the fresh cuts on my waist. He glances at my arms.

My eyes widen, I instantly pull my jumper sleeves down, looking down at my thumbs nervously.

I look up, he looks up at me. Tears forming in his eyes.

"Show me your arms" He demands.

I vigorously shake my head pulling my arms up to my chest.

"Please, Sam" He says, tears in his eyes visible enough for me to see. I slowly look at him before handing him my wrists.

He slowly pulls up the sleeves, examining the fresh cuts. "Why?" He whispers, looking up at me. Tears falling from his eyes.

"I can't do this.." I bit my lip to stop myself from crying. "Don't say that Sam!, you just need a little help and therapy" Ethan says, guilt clear in his eyes.

"No! please don't tell Leo! I beg of you!" I say pulling my arms away, begging.

"I'm sorry Samantha" He gets up from the bed, slowly exiting my room.

I feel a mix of Anger/sadness &/Weakness rush through me.

I collapse onto my knees and start sobbing into my hands. I can't do this. I can't.