Someone, Somewhere (Asking Alexandria Fan Fiction) :D

Chapter 18: Undertow

Things are getting out of control. Sam is always wasted, he’s screwing groupies like crazy, and he’s been doing drugs so he can forget his responsibilities; forget he’s a dad,  forget he’s married, and start being a playa. I hate the new Sam. All this fame is destroying what we’d built for Evie, for ourselves.

    Maybe I’d made a mistake- getting married at 16 and having a baby with the bassist of a rising metal band? I didn’t want to say I regretted it, but it’s true. I’d started to rethink things through- I loved Sam Bettley, but he just wasn’t the same person he used to be.

Sam stumbled onto the bus and I was waiting there for him in his bunk.

“Hi.” I said when he pulled back the curtain.

“Oh, Hey babe.” His eyes were glassy, and I knew he was high.

“We need to talk...” I trailed off not sure what to say next.

“Why talk when we could make love?” He asked seductively. I shook my head.

“You need to stop- I don’t even know who you are anymore. All this alcohol, these girls, the drugs, Sam. This isn’t the life you want.” I pleaded with him hopefully.

“Maybe it is. I can’t play daddy every minute of the day. Sorry, Hannie if I’m not the pcture perfect father you thought I was going to be. This was my life before you came around, and personally, I like it a lot better.” He snapped.

Tears welled in my eyes, and I found that James was only the slightest bit tipsy.

“Why is Sam being like this?” I practically yelled in his face. He’d seen it go on for a while now.

“I wish I could change it- I know it has to be hard for you. Being a young mum with no one to help you. I’ll help you, Hanna. As best I can until we get Sam back on his two feet again.”

“Thanks, James.” I whispered. He pulled me into a kiss, and i knew what he wanted.

“You want to?” He asked in a low voice. I nodded.

    Call me what you will, but I hate being lied to and stepped on. And if that’s all Sam wanted to do, then I was glad for him. At least James seemed to give a crap about me and Evie. Sam didn’t seem to care about anyone beside, him and his liquor.