Triangles (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 14- Pictures

Sam and her mom drove home after Sam's mom filled out the papers. Sam's legs trembled while walking out the car door to their home. She looked up at her pale yellow house with dark shutters and wondered how her and her mom could live in such a big house. They both walked up the path to their brown door and walked inside. The house smelt like brown sugar and leaves. Sam put her coat on the steps railing and looked around in curiosity.

"So, you don't remember the house either?" Her mom said with sad eyes. Sam shook her head.

"Where's dad?" Sam looked at her mom with her mouth slightly open, waiting for an answer. Sam's mom gulped and flicked her hair out of her face.

"Sam, what was the last thing you remember from your father?" Her mom was nervous asking, scared she might cry. Sam licked her lips and thought.

"Um, well, I don't know. I just know I had a father that loved me," Sam shook her head wondering why her mother asked. Sam's mom bit her bottom lip. She took a deep breath in. "So, where is he?"

"Come here sweet heart," Sam's mom put down her purse and took Sam's hand and led her to the couch. They sat down next to each other as Sam put a pillow in her lap. "Your father was diagnosed with cancer." She hated saying this over to Sam. The moments of crying and agenizing pain fled back to her mind. "He, um, passed away last week," she held onto Sam's hand in worry she would break. She didn't. She sat there in silence.

"Can I have a picture of him," her eyes scanned the room for picture frames.

"Yeah." Her mom got up and grabbed the closest one she could find. It was the last one Sam and her father took before he died. She stared at it for a few seconds and placed it in her lap. She didn't have a father anymore. She sniffed a little as a memory came to her. In second grade, her dad came into her classroom for parent teacher conference. The teacher explained how well she had been doing. Her father was so proud of her, he took her to a store to buy her her first glass doll. She knew they would brake easily and she knew she could take care of it. Like her father took care of her. She was his glass doll. Tears didn't fill her eyes when she thought about this memory. She smiled from remembering it. "What?" Her mom asked while a smiled came onto her face.

"Nothing. Just a memory."

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Author's Note: 

Hey guys!

So I've decided to just keep going in this fanfic and not have a "Part 2" cause I thought about it and I was like "What's the point?" so I'm just gonna keep going with this one :) It makes me feel better! Please keep telling me what you think!!! :) 

Thanks!!!!!!

~Michelle xoxo