Misinterpreting Fate (Book 2)

4. Heartbroken

Chapter 4: Heartbroken

Sam

To put it lightly, my parents were pissed. They especially didn't like it when I confessed to doing it with Owen on two separate occasions. I had lied to them for a year, I'm sure I wouldn't have taken it any easier if I were them, but they could have at least given me a break because I was heart broken.

They were, however, also mad at Owen. Dad kept saying things like 'Owen should have known better' and that I was still just a kid - I didn't try to correct him on that one this time, knowing that would only worsen the situation I was in right now. Poppa was saying things too, mostly why he never realized it sooner and that he should never have hired Owen in the first place.

The whole time they were talking, I was sitting in the chair, curled up into the smallest ball I could make myself. I had stopped crying, but now I just felt numb. My heart ached. I really thought he loved me.

"Sam."

I lifted my gaze from my knees to Dad. He and Poppa were sitting next to each other on the couch on the other side of the room, both looking at me. For the first time since this conversation started, they weren't looking at me with anger. Instead it was pure disappointment. I wasn't sure which was worse.

"You can't do something like this again," Dad said. "We're not going to prohibit you from dating, just make sure it's someone your own age who you can truly be with and love. That's all we're asking here."

"I've loved him for years!" I countered. "When he came up to me last year, I couldn't say no. I was finally getting what I wanted. My life was perfect when I had Owen! You don't know anything!"

Poppa shook his head. "What he did with you was illegal, Sam. You're still a minor. You two never should have been that close, and definitely not having sex. You're way too young and you both knew that."

Dad gave Poppa a look, which I couldn't understand.

"That was different," Poppa muttered in response.

I looked between them in confusion. Did Poppa have a similar situation? "What's different?" I asked.

"Don't worry about it," Dad said.

Poppa apparently had a different plan. "Well..." he started. Dad gave him another look, but Poppa just shrugged. "When I was about your age, and younger, actually, I had to sell my body to keep myself and Amy alive. Just about all those men were a lot older than me, but it got me money. I had no feelings towards them aside from hatred. Hatred for them and for myself. Love never existed for me - I never thought it could. I eventually got out of it and, a few years later, found your father, who showed me what real love felt like."

I'm sure my eyes were wide with shock. I never knew he used to do that. How did I not know that? I knew that Poppa had grown up really poor and had to live on the streets for a while with Amy, but I didn't realize it had gotten to that point.

"I didn't know real love either, until your Poppa," Dad added, wrapping his arm around Poppa's shoulders and pulling him closer. "I thought I loved your mother and I was absolutely devastated when she left. But then she left me you,  which taught me a new form of love," he looked at Poppa, "and brought me to your Poppa." Dad looked back at me. "Sam, love is complicated. It's messy and yeah, it hurts. That's just the way of life. You'll find your one person eventually who will show you what love truly feels like, but not until you're older. Finding your fate doesn't happen on the first time."

I shook my head, standing up. "I've already felt that. Owen was my fate. I'm never going to find it again now." Without another word, I walked out of the living room. Thankfully they didn't call after me to come back. I was done with that conversation.

I quickly ran up the stairs and buried myself under my blankets on my bed. I didn't care if it was the early afternoon, I wanted to stay under here for the rest of the night, maybe even the rest of my life.

My heart so much, I couldn't take it. How could Owen do this to me? Did I do something to make him mad? We were always so careful to not get caught when we were together, why would he throw it all away like this? How could he do that? I thought I could trust him. I thought he loved me. I gave him everything, and this is how he repays me?

The tears came back full force. I lay there, sobbing uncontrollably. I felt like a baby, but I didn't care. I was in too much pain to care anymore.

My heart was broken and it was never going to heal. I was never going to be happy ever again.