Arsonist's Lullaby

Chapter 13 - Jesse

I wanted to kiss her. Damn, I really wanted to kiss her so bad and it was starting to get really hard not to.

Sam was starting to remember stuff about her past more and more now. Taking walks at the park in the fresh air seemed to help her a little bit.

Even though I told her we didn't have to, she wanted to go back to the alley to see if it would help trigger anything from before the attack. It helped a little but not as much as she had hoped.

"I have a sister and a mom so far. I just keep seeing these random pictures and scenes from my childhood but I can't shake that feeling of anger and just feeling so small every time I do remember." She huffs in frustration as she braids her long hair, sitting on the toilet.

"Well maybe you were little when you remember." I replied from inside the shower.

"Yea but something isn't right. The woman, my mom I think, keeps calling me Clementine but my name is Samantha." She sighs in frustration.

I frown at the thought of calling her Clementine but it felt wrong on my lips.

"Can you remember anything else? A location or a place?" I ask turning the shower off and grabbing the towel she handed me.

"No. Just a pretty big house and some other woman that always seems to be around." She chews on her fingernail.

"Maybe your aunt?" I ask wrapping the towel around myself and stepping out.

"I think she was the maid. She wore a uniform and she kept calling me petit oiseau." She looks up at me confused.

"What does that even mean?" She scoffed.

"Little bird." I replied automatically.

"What?"

"It means little bird." I repeat with a confused frown at myself. It's been ages since i've heard let alone spoke in french. "My mother was french." I explain seeing the look on her face.

"That explains the weird thing going on with your hair." Sam snickers.

"What weird thing?" I ask and look at my reflection in the mirror.

"It's like wavy at some parts and then curly at others...its just a hot mess to be honest." She laughs.

"But I like it." She offers with an innocent smile after seeing the look on my face.

"You should see your hair." I tease brushing my teeth.

"What's wrong with my hair?" She scoffs jumping up next to me.

"Look at all those curls, it's like a forest in there." I laugh poking my fingers at it.

"I'll hide your body in a forest." She muttered darkly swatting my hand away.

"Easy Sam, you're scaring me." I chuckle, glancing at her from the mirror.

"Stop staring at me." She mumbled messing with her hair.

"I'm not staring at you."

"I can see you through the mirror." She rolled her eyes at me. Spitting out my mouthwash I continued to stare at her making her squirm.

"Stooooop." She whined.

"Or what?" I challenged. Messing with Sam was the highlight of my day sometimes. She got worked up on the littlest of things so easily.

One time, I found her cleaning out Megatron's cage and complaining  about how his cage door was always open no matter how many times she screwed it shut. I would always go back and loosen the bolts so that the next time she went it would be loose again, driving her crazy. She found out soon enough and made me pay hell for it.