I'm a hopeless romantic so I write stories about The Maze Runner's Newt or Thomas Brodie Sangster. Most of them are sweet but some are heartbreaking. Thanks for reading and voting! :)
Another two years went by with my abusive father except I had a family now. I had become a family with Sam and Beckett who accepted me as their sister as well as Sam's girlfriend of two years. I helped the boys by giving them the money I made and in return they helped sneak me into Sam's room especially when my father was drunk.
I had finished today when Sam and I were talking hand in hand back to his house like we usually did. We spent most, if not all of our time together doing whatever we wanted.
He was obsessed with his comic book The Phantom Halo so I would once a week bring him the next one in the set. We were on number 48 now.
We entered through the front door knowing his father wasn't home as he was out getting wasted while throwing away money the boys 'earned'. I immediately climbed into his bed and waited for him to join as he changed out of the tights he was forced to wear and into a plain t-shirt after tossing me another one so I could wear.
"Thanks babe," I mumbled as I slipped the shirt on and placed mine inside the case of my guitar.
"Want me to read to you?" He offered climbing into the bed with me. I nodded as I curled into his chest while he opened the latest comic of Phantom Halo.
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He began reading as I became bewitched by the soft hum of his chest as he spoke. I glided my finger over his left hand holding the book up. We had spent hours doing this and we each loved it in the same way.
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We would suddenly forget about our problems, our fathers, the bruises, the money, as he read through the heroin comic. We were just Sam and (Y/N) lying in a bed as two love struck teenagers.
He finished the comic since they were pretty short and set it on the nightstand. He ran his fingers over my cheek as I lifted my head to face him. Our eyes locked, his brown melting into my (Y/E/C) as we took in each other.
"I know I don't tell you often but I love you and I appreciate what you've done for us," he said as I cupped his cheek and gently brushed them over his lips.
"Anything for my Sammy. I promise you I'll get you out of here," I said making empty promises like we usually did.
We each promised to save each other, him from his father and me from mine, but we knew better. We did miss out on three years of school but we weren't stupid. There was no escaping, we were in too deep. All we could do now was grip onto the last breath of air the other was kindly holding for us. We were the last light shining through the dark tunnel.
