Love, Regrets and Lies

~Love, Regrets and Lies~ Chapter 10

~Sam~

’...I'm really sorry, bro. I didn't know until up to a week ago. I know it's going to be hard but I promise, and I'm sure Aimee will too, that we will help you through this, and how to control it. It will be hard but it will work. Promise, bro.'

'Shut up James. I know you'll help me already. It's just Hay- I mean, Aimee, I want to talk to right now.'

James motioned to Florence to bring Aimee over, smiling sadly.

As soon as she saw me awake she rushed over and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.

'I'm so sorry I didn't tell you, I thought that if-if I didn't tell you, may-maybe I could just cope on my own. I know now that it was stupid and I really am so sorry I...' she trailed off weeping silently in my arms.

'It's okay,' I whispered to her, remembering a poem she once told me, I started mumbling it into her ear.

'If you cry, when things are sad,

What do you do when you get mad?

Do cry and shiver and hide in a ball?

Do you-' I paused, trying to remember.

'Do you scream and stamp and punch a hole in the wall?' She giggled a bit at my rubbish poetry attempts.

'I see you now, weeping so sadly.

Soaking my shirt and staining it badly, 

I'll give you a kiss and things will be fine,

As long as I'm in your arms and you are in mine.'

She sniffled and raised her head and looked into my eyes for the first time.

'We're the same now,' she whispered. Smiling, she added,'And you should be a poet, I mean, ''Soaking my shirt and staining it badly''?'

'Well, talk about ruining the moment!' I said, laughing.

'Yes, we will.'

It was Brían, the one James said attacked me.

'Truly sorry for your leg, it wasn't intentionally.' He said in his cocky deep voice.

Aimee glared at him and I spoke, and in doing so, made an enemy.

'Did you hear that, Aimee? He's sorry he bloodied up my leg! Did you hear that!?' I bellowed across the yard. 'He's sorry he hurt my leg! Well what about ruining my life? Huh? Sorry for that, are you?'

'No,' he muttered, dangerously low, 'I amn't sorry at all.' Then, raising his voice again, he said.

'Clara will expect you no later than twelve for fighting lessons. You will then go to Crayolice for hunting training. Then you will go to Ciana to work on your fitness and for your timetable, you come to me.'  Brían turned on his heel and walked away.

'So where do I meet Crayola and them?'

Aimee laughed, knowing I was in for a tough one, learning to fight with babies.

'Shut up and help me out of this sling, I can feel my toes again.'

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Nobody wants to read my story! WAAAAHHH!

ah, who cares, i came down 110 places in fantasy, but went up 8 places in w/a 2012.

OH WELL!

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