Can I Have Your Attention Please

Chapter 33: Normal

QOC: I hate stereotyping, but it's fun to ask these questions. 😂 Are you
(a), a girly-girl/macho dude,
(b) a tomboy/"bro dude"
(c) in between?
(I'm more of a shy girl tbh. My family are a bunch of die hard football fans though. So I guess I'm like 65% tomboy and 45% girly-girl.)
#statistics

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Sam's POV
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Shook.

I think that's the trending term teens use when they're eternally surprised or forever shocked about something. Can I be eternally and forever scarred? I think that can suffice as a definition of "shook," or at least place as a synonym.

Because if so, I am really shook. Like earthquake shook.

After that whole fiasco at the mall three days ago, we all went to Kason and Kassidy's house, and I scrambled off to Kason's room. Or...our room I guess? I don't know. That's what he called it.

Anyway, I haven't left the room except on occasions where I had to shower, eat, or use the the bathroom. Other than that, I bunked in and watched movies or practiced the songs I'd be playing at prom in a few days. And when I wasn't doing any of that, I was staring at the wall with a haunted expression marring my features.

Scott was taken into custody once security arrived and called the actual police. They saw the security footage in the store's back room, and that was enough evidence to put him away for eight months for attempted second degree assault.

Everyone was pretty pissed off about his sentence, but there was nothing else we could do. I mean, eight months was all we could've asked for. He's been put in jail only one time before this, so that's why three months were added on to his sentence, plus probation after he gets out. So if he hadn't of gone to jail, he could've only had six months.

Kason went with me to file a restraining order as well, so when he gets out he must stay one hundred feet away from me at all times. That made me feel sort of safe, I guess, but I have a feeling that Scott isn't going to care about breaking the rules anyway. I've been contemplating whether or not the restraint had a point, actually.

And so that's all I've been able to think about at all in this room. As of now, I'm curled up into a ball on the bed, holding Kason's winter coat against my chest, inhaling the granny apple scent peacefully. I found it in the back of his closet, and I guess since it hasn't been worn in awhile, it's collected the smell of all the other cleaned clothes hanging up and pressing against it.

And I love it.

Kason had gone out, saying he had to go run groceries for his mom. But he left Cameron here with me, along with his sister and Kyra. So Mr. Ryhawks - if he's home - can't scare me any further. But...after what happened with Scott, I actually just want to talk to him. I need to understand whatever story he was trying to tell me. The story he was asking me questions about.

Maybe it could help me understand why Scott wanted to "bash my skull in." Because there has to be a way Scott is related to the situation. First the threat at school, then that? There's no way that these incidents aren't connected. And I want to completely understand this whole ordeal before I'm dead.

This whole thing begins to make me feel super nauseous. Maybe it's because I can't hold my food down lately due to cancer, or maybe it's because Mr. Ryhawks scared me. Maybe it's because someone knows my full name, and someone is taunting me about "pulling me out of a house," that was apparently on fire. Maybe it's because I fear leaving behind the first people I've come to love, or maybe it's because I can't stand the thought of Emily being alone. Whatever the reason is, it causes me to vomit.