Ill Wait For You ~Teen Fiction~ COMPLETED

Back Home ~Chapter 38~

Two days after getting over the creepy dream I had, I come back home, hoping James forgot about what happened, but when I got home... I got some really sad news I wasn't prepared for.

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I sat down on the couch nervous of what James' mother and Drina was going to tell me...

"What's going on?" I say nervously. "Where's James?"

Drina and her Mother look at each other, scared to tell me what happened.
Then their mother suddenly breaks into tears; "Samantha sweetie.."
She begins.

"While you were out in Santa Monica....On Saturday morning around 4am...James-he...Committed Suicide. He was so depressed and angered. I heard a loud thud in his room that night, and I went in there to find him on the floor. Gun next to him."

Tears filled my eyes and I felt like my heart was ripped out.

"ITS ALL MY FAULT" I yell as I still cry.
Drina stands up and comes toward me and puts her hand on my shoulder, "No no, Sam. It is not!"

I look at her in disbelief and push her away, grab my sneakers and sweater and run out the door. -even though I was only wearing shorts and a tank top and it was 60 degrees-

I ran. As fast as I could. I reached the corner and started to dial George's number.

Baby. Help me. I'm coming to your house. I'm ready to break down. I can't do this.

Then I jam my phone in my pocket and throw my sweater and sneakers on and continue running toward George's house. I pant as I come closer then I finally come around his street. I already saw him running down the sidewalk toward me.
I jump Into his arms bawling. He squeezes me as tight as possible.

"Baby. Shh. Shh, it's okay calm down" he whispers above my head.

He carries me back to my house and sets me on the porch.
"What happened?!" He says Pulling my hair out of my face and wiping my tears.

"James...He committed suicide and I think it's my fault."
George kisses my cheek.
"Come on how could something like that be your fault. I'm pretty sure it isn't your fault."

I cover my mouth and shake my head.
Then George sits me on his lap and looks into my eyes.
"Your the most nicest, sweetest girl ever. Why the fuck would it be your fault? You should know that isn't your fault. I know you may be upset about this also, that's okay. Just know I will be here every second you need me. I promise baby. I love you."
I Sniffle and smile.
"You know I always can count on you to make me happy. It's why I love you too"
George smiles. Then picks my up and wraps his legs around him, kisses my forehead and then kisses me on my lips.

"Hey. You were there for me when me and Chrissy broke up. So I'll be there for you."
He holds out his pinky and says; "I pinky promise."
I hold out my pinky and interlock it with mine.
"Pinky Promise"