Saving the Heart

♥ Chapter Fifteen ♥

♥ Chapter Fifteen ♥

    Sam was kneeling down beside his bed, his chin resting on the mattress as he watched Kennedy sleep, her breath fanning over his face.  She had literally cried herself to sleep.  She was extremely worked up and worn down from whatever had happened at school.  All Sam had gained from her excursion over here was that somehow it was out on the school that they were married, the rest was up to his imagination.

    He sighed, rising to his feet and thinking of what to do.  He honestly had no clue what there was that he could do.  How was he supposed to fix this?  It wasn’t like he could turn around and say it was a lie, it wasn’t.  They were out and that was all there was to it.

    He pulled up the small wooden chair he had in his room and sat down, resting his face in his hands as he thought it over.  There had to be some way to fix this, not for him, but for her.

    The doorbell rang upstairs and Sam gritted his teeth.  Kennedy stirred on his sheets, but didn’t wake as she moaned lightly in her sleep.

    Sam got up from the chair and, with one last look over his shoulder, headed up the stairs.  Surprisingly, Scooter was quietly sitting in the corner for once.  Today was full of surprises, and Sam opening the door just brought up one more.

    “Where is she?” Reagan rushed.  Sam took a step back from the door, glad he had put a shirt on.

    “She’s downstairs.” Sam started as Kennedy’s slender brother waltzed in past him and headed down the stairs as quick as he legs could take him.  Sam peered outside to see if anyone else was waiting to surprise him before shutting the door and following Reagan downstairs.

    Reagan was sitting in the chair, watching his sister stir in her sleep, his brows drawn in deep thought.

    Sam leaned up against the wall nearest the stairs and watched on.

    “How’d you find me?” Sam asked.  

    “It was on your papers at the house,” Reagan deadpanned, not taking his eyes off of his little sister.  Sam puffed out his cheeks, not sure how to continue.

    “She showed up about two hours ago,” he started.  “She’s been sleeping for about half an hour or so.  School must have been brutal.” Regan shrugged it off.

    “Tricia called me.” Reagan began as he got up from the chair.  “Said she had ran off, assumed she’d be with you.  Of course, she had no clue where that was.  I should probably take her home…” Reagan suggested, his eyes drifting over to his sister.

    “Yeah, sure,” Sam nodded, pushing off of the wall.  “Do you want me to carry her out or are we waking her up?” With that a smile came to Reagan’s face as he shook his head.  It was Sam’s turn to take a step back with eyebrows drawn.  “What?”

    “Probably,” Reagan said.  “I mean...I don’t like this,” he gestured between Kennedy and Sam, “but clearly if she came here it was for a reason.  You must be something special.” Reagan started over to the stairs as if to leave before stopping to rest a hand on Sam’s shoulder.  “Don’t fuck this up.”

    Sam froze for a moment as Reagan gave his shoulder and squeeze and started up the stairs.  Did he just swear?

    “Wait,” Sam called out, starting up the stairs after Reagan.  Reagan stopped at the top of the steps and sighed, looking back at Sam with a rather bored expression.  “You’re just leaving her here?  Why did you come over if you were planning on just leaving her?” He asked, curious.  Reagan shrugged.