Bitten By Love

Chapter 11

***Simone's POV***

"Simone. Where are you coming from so late?" My dad asked as I barged angrily into the house.
"I was at Josh's." I told him sternly.
He stepped closer and pulled me into a hug. "What happened?"

I sighed. "We had a fight Dad. I don't think I can ever look into his deceiving face again!"
My dad chuckled. "Oh Cupcake...all couples have their share of problems. Maybe you guys should get pre-marital counselling."

Seriously? He chooses this moment to make a joke?

I shook my head. "I'm going to my room." I said as I started climbing the stairs.
"We've got news on Samantha."
I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Tell me." My voice shook when I spoke. "Did the police find the killer?"

"No. Not yet. But they are getting closer."

"Dad. I miss her." Why can't I be strong? I break down every time I hear Samantha's name.
"How's the ball planning coming along?" My dad changed the subject.

"Its ok."

"Find a dress yet?"

"Yeah. I'm going to wear Samantha's own." I told him.

"Any date?" he moved his eyebrows up and down.

"Dad!.....yea Josh will be picking me up."

He smiled. "I knew you two were meant to be together."

I continued walking up the stairs. I glanced at him over my shoulder. "Who said Josh was my date?"

"What? who is it then? Do i know this kid...." his voice trailed off as I bounced up the stairs to my room, shutting the door behind me.

Josh. I just remembered that I was going to kill him. I texted him.

Me: Hey Josh what's up?

Josh: Hey Sim. I can't text now. Homework is killing me :-(

Yeah right.

Me: ok then. I'm coming over to help you. I'll be there in a sec.

Josh: No. Its ok. I can manage.

Me: I thought you said it was killing you.

Josh: Sim.....its just that.....I need some alone time.

Me: Ouch!

He needed some alone time. Alone time to be with Davia. He's going to regret this. Of all the girls, why did he have to choose my enemy?
I went to bed feeling angry and hurt at the same time.

My alarm clock woke me up early the next morning. The only thing on my mind was Josh going out with Davia without asking my permission. How can he be having a secret relationship behind my back? I couldn't wait to confront him at school......but knowing Davia, she might confront me first to rub it in my face.

"Mom. Dad. I'm leaving for school." I shouted.
"No. You're not." My mom came from the kitchen. "You haven't eaten as yet."

"Mom...." I whined. "I'll be late if I eat."

She finally gave up and packed it up for me to go.

How am I going to face Davia today? How am I going to look into Josh's deceiving face? Samantha would know what to tell me to do. I decided to go to the cemetery before going to school. Maybe if I just went to her grave and speak to her I might feel better.

The flowers on her tomb were already fading....I hope my memory of her doesn't fade away too.

"Sam....I'm really stressed." I started. "Its Josh. He's in a relationship with my enemy. I know I should be happy for him, but its killing me inside. A part of me feels like I'm going to lose him. " I paused trying to think what Samantha would say.
Maybe she would tell me that I won't lose Josh.....or that Josh deserves to be happy too.

I sat there for a while memories of Samantha replaying in my head. Maybe I should tell Trey about her. He would be very supportive.
"Hey Sam." I smiled. "I have good news. I met a guy that I really like. He's hot and he's older than me but he's really romantic and he cares about me a lot."
Samantha always nagged me about getting a boyfriend and enjoying my teenage years while it lasts.

I sat there talking to her when a text came in on my phone.

Josh: Hey it's lunch time and I haven't seen you since morning. Are you okay? Do you need Doctor Josh?

What!

I can't believe I was here so long. I got up in a hurry but I slipped and fell. My hand landed on a piece of paper lying beside a wreath.
Samantha must be laughing at my clumsiness.

I unfolded the piece of paper. My eyes bulged as I read it. Is this some sort of prank?

I found out that this is where they buried you. I'm really sorry. I never meant to kill you. It was an accident.

I stared at the piece of paper in my hand. Should I show it to my family? Or the police?
It was decorated with four butterflies at the corners. At least Samantha's killer has a conscience.
After reading the note I tucked it in the middle of my math book. It was too late to go to school now so I decided to spend the rest of the day at sisters rock trying to figure out what to do with the note.