Something different (interacial love) process of editing

Chapter 35

"I want you out now! This is not a hotel, get out." She comes towards the bed, pushing me away from him and Josiah grabs her hand.

"What do you think you are doing?" He says and she is glaring at him, trying to release her hand from his firm grasp.

"How dare you grab your mother's hand that way. Let go." She says to him then turns her attention back to me. "Get out now!"

I look at Josiah and  he shakes his head and I hesitate, but if I ever want his mom to like me, I need to listen to her, even if she is telling me to stay away from her son. I'm sure she is just being a mother and means no harm. She just thinks I am not the one for him, regardless of my race. Atleast, that is what I want to believe.

I get up, slowly walking towards the door, looking back at them both and saying, bye Josiah and Ms.Josiah's mom (I never really learned of their mothers last name after the divorce, so she's Ms. Josiah's mom.  I am sorry that you don't like me, but I do hope that later on in life you will reconsider your thinking." On that note, I left them and repeatedly hear Josiah calling my name out.

Once I leave them, I quickly go back to the third floor to see Sam. I run into Mr. Hall and I am afraid he will treat me like how Josiah's mom did, but instead, he warmly welcomes me in.

"I am very sorry about Sarah. She has always been this type of person, which made me uncomfortable. Being judgemental, looking at ones faults. I had enough those ten years ago." He says thinking deeply about his past.

Looking at him, he really looks very handsome.

"I'm going to get some coffee. You can go right in and if Sarah comes back, I'll make sure to stop her from trying to kick you out." He smiles and leaves the room.

I stand in front of the door, hesitating to open it, afraid of what I may see, how I may react, but I take in a deep breath and open the door. As I step in, I see Sam on the bed, looking so pale and fragile. She has bandages wrapped around her head, her arms, and legs. I come closer to her and hear her soft breathing, which makes me bend over to hug her, and cry.

"Sam, it's me Anamarie. I am here. I made it."

Of course no response, but I do wish I hear her say something about what happened. I pull the chair by the window to her bed and sit there watching her, hoping that in this moment before I am kicked out that she wakes up.

I look at my phone and see that it is 1am and I am feeling really tired. I don't want to leave her alone here. I am overwelmed with feelings of guilt. "I'm sorry. Im so sorry. It is my fault.

"What do you mean?" A voice from behind says.

Both Josiah and his mom stand there in confusion and I stand up quickly looking at them about to explain myself and his mother comes close to me and slaps the heck out of me. She begins hitting me on my face, arms, pushing me to the groud, pulling my hair, and just begins hurting me. I scream.

"Stop!" I yell. "Stop it. Stop her Josiah!"

He doesn't move, but stands and watch her hurt me and I begin crying. "What do you mean it is your fault Ana?" Josiah asks as if I am not being beaten to death. "Mom leave her alone, she needs to explain herself." He finally stops her and looks at me, not even helping me up, but is waiting for my response.

I try to get up, but feel soreness through my legs and arms, and use the bed to steady myself up. I taste blood in my mouth and look up at the two, with tears streaming down, blurring my vision of them.

"Ana what happened?" He says, stepping close to me, reaching his hand out to me and I back away.

"Leave me alone. I don't deserve this." I say and I try to leave, but his mom blocks me and is about to push me down again, but I dodge her, pushing her aside and sprinting out the room.

I don't have to explain anything to them.  How could Josiah just stay there and watch me get hurt. I thought I was his girlfriend.

I get outside the hospital and then I look for my phone to make a call, but I can't find my phone. I then remember that it must have fell when his mom was hurting me. I begin shivering and my legs collapse on me, and I am on the cold ground.

"Anamarie!" Matthew calls out to me. He comes closer to me, with a worried look on his face. "What happened to you? Who did this? Sam's family?"

I am just too tired to speak, so I don't and that just makes him more worried, and he comes to lift me up off my feet, carrying me to his car. I just want to get out of this place. I don't know when or if I will ever return, but for the next two weeks, I want nothing to do with that family. I do wish that I can see Sam, but I doubt I will get a chance to see her with her evil mother on the watch.

Matthew places me in the front seat, laying the chair back, putting a blanket on me and going to the drivers side. He doesn't say or ask anything more and just continues driving, and I just close my eyes and silently cry.

I wish everything could go back to the way they were before the accident, before Josiah, before this whole school year started. I wish I could have made different choices.