Jared, I murdered your uncle

Chapter 12

Maria’s P. O. V.:

After Johnny secretively handed me the gun and I had it hid in my leather jackets pockets, I was inside when Johnny pretended that he had hit me because I made fake bruises with the red lipstick I had, yes! Johnny threw me inside, but flashed a smile as he did so.

I looked around the room and saw Samantha sitting on the floor, curled up into a ball. I went to her and put an arm around her. She looked, her eyes were watered, black eyeliner smudged all around her eyes, her red lips swollen. She was crying!

“Sam… What happened? Did they…?” I questioned her, pulling her hair out of her face. She looked up, but didn’t look at me, she looked straight. She shook her hed and kept on sobbing.

“This room.” She looked at all the walls of they room, there was nothing in here, and it was technically just like a cell. Where prisoners are kept, but more like a room that was never completely and left unpainted and unrepaired.

“What this room?”

“This room is the reason for this.” She pointed at her face. I was dead confused. What did she mean?

“What do you mean Sammy? Reason for what?” She looked at me, and pulled her hair, it came off, I was surprised. She let loose her dark brown hair. She looked… pretty now. Not the rough and tough Sam. Then she poked in her eyes and brought out her blue lenses and put them in a small white box that was in her pocket, she folded the wig and put it in a black purse. Of course it was black! Her eyes were black too. Just like Henry’s, they had the same frenzy Henry had in his eyes, I assumed it was a soul-mate thing or something.

I was shocked. She smiled at me. She licked her lips, knowing that I wanted to know every detail of this.

“Five years back, I was a young little 14 years old. I was frolicking, enjoying, and fun loving, not like what I am today. One day, at night when I got out to the garbage can to dump off waste from the kitchen, I was kidnapped. My parents went insane searching for me, they wanted 10 million dollars. Well, my parents weren’t rich, so I was beat up, hurt badly. One night, a boy maybe my age went by, but noticed and tried to stop the men from hurting me anymore, I had broken bones, nervous breakdown, concussions. You name it. That boy… looked at me, and the pain he felt, the passion was sensible in his stare, and that’s when he attacked those men, we all were on top of a 5 story building, and that guy jumped off it pulling the other men long with him, and pulled the kidnapper along with him. The kidnapper was in jail for 5 years, and that boy freed me. Since I was a shame to my parents, that boy took me as his responsibility. And has loved me ever since. It was hard, but I changed my identity, I am not Samantha Edwards, I’m Irina Edwards, nobody except me, Henry and the four other boys and PJ know this, and now you do to…” She smiled up at me.

I was deeply wonderstruck by this. It was unbelievable. And how did PJ keep that from me, I would just look in his light blue eyes and he’d give away. Dang it, he was smart.

“Y-You’re so strong…S-Irina.” I say before she flashed half a smile.

“Remember to call me Samantha in front of others. I’ve been managing this identity since 2009. It is hard, but Henry is all that I had, and I decided he was my life, and fell for him. I found my love when I was 16. It was magical. Reading about it is different, but living it is… epic.” She says forcing a smile.

“You’re the strongest woman I know.” I stuttered. “You didn’t let a tear escape when Henry was shot… Twice.”

“Let a tear out? Maria… Henry is all I have… Yes… I am strong, and have tried to be, but Henry is the weak subject. I try so hard to not show the desire I have is that I should just do something that tells him how grateful I am… How in love I am with Henry.” She sobbed in my arms.