The Nerd

Because Isn't Good Enough

I hurriedly throw the letter down and stare at the counter, thinking of my next move.

I can either go head on and get straight to the point or just act like its nothing.

"What the hell Cash?"

Decision made.

I turn around leaning my back on the counter.

He stares at me before furrowing his eyebrows.

"What Samantha?" He ask.

"You know damn well what Benson." I say, resting my hands on my hips.

He looks down at his feet.

"Why are you messing with Patricia?"

"How do you know Patricia?" He ask.

"Cash come on, drop the bullshit you know what the hell I'm talking about!" I yell, slamming my hand on the counter.

He sighs, running his hands through his hair, "Better question Samantha, why the hell are you in a gang?!" He yells, getting mad.

"Because-"

"Because isn't good enough." He says.

"Because unlike you I don't have a family, mine are gone, you have the choice to go to yours I don't! As far as I know my moms still out their! But, the only way to get to her is my dad and to get through to my dad I have to do this one thing for him." I say.

"Why not just let it go!" He starts, "just let it be! You have me, we can make our own family but, instead your running around getting involved in stuff that could set you in your grave!"

"How would you feel sitting around not knowing wether your moms walking this earth or if you missed her funeral? Hell if she even had a funeral!"

He stands their quietly, pissed.

"I'm tired of living with wonder I want answers and I'll get them." I say.

He looks down at his feet.

"It's for my family." I say, quietly.

A cloud of silence hovers over us for what seems forever before Cash speaks.

"Yea," he starts, "and this is for my family."

He looks up at me with a sincere but pissed face.

I raise my eyebrows, "Wha-"

But, before I can finish my sentence he lunges over to me grabbing my arm tightly and turning me around to where my stomachs leaning against the counter.

He stands close to me pressing all his body weight against me.

"Cash what are you doing?" I ask.

"Your not the only one struggling Sam I do what I have to do."

He grabs my other arm, grabbing my wrist and tying them.

"What? No no Cash."

He grabs me tighter as I wiggle and struggle.

"Cash! No!" I scream.

He walks me over to the living room throwing me down on the couch.

He walks to his room coming back in, I look down at his hands as he holds the duct tape roll tightly.

"Cash.. Cash!" I start crying, "Please no, we can work this out!" I yell, squirming.

He leans over me his eyes watering, "It doesn't work like that."