The Path to Love

Chapter 2

After I left the room, I started to look for Sam. She wasn't on the dance floor, she wasn't in the kitchen and she wasn't in the backyard. I started to worry about her.

Finally, I found Luke. "Have you seen Sam?" I shouted at him.

"Last I saw, she was going upstairs." He slurred at me.

"Was she with anyone?"

"I don't know."

She doesn't drink. Sam is your typical goody-good. She doesn't get in trouble with her parents, she's a teacher pet and she's never done drugs. I drive us to parties and Sam drives us home, it's always been like that since we both could drive.

I left the backyard and headed upstairs to look for her. I swear to fuck if anyone is taking advantage of her, they're dead.

I looked in the bathroom, I looked in all the rooms that were unlocked, she wasn't anywhere.

Giving up, I texted her.

Hunter: Where are you?!

The good thing about Sam, she always replies fast. Especially to me. Looking for Sam, had sobered me up quickly.

Sammy❤: I needed some air. I wasn't feeling the party anymore.

Hunter: That still doesn't tell me where you are.

Sammy❤: I'm walking down the street.

Hunter: GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE.
Why didn't you tell me you          didn't want to go?

Sammy❤: Fine.

Pissed off, I walked outside to wait for her. When I saw her, her makeup was running, and she looked like she had been crying. "What's wrong?" I asked her.

"N-nothing. Can we just go now please?" Sam sniffled.

"You're telling me what happened when we get back to my house."

"Fine, just give me the keys so we can go home."

Handing her the keys, I started to walk back to the car. The ride started off as silent, I didn't want to say the wrong thing because I knew something happened. I would look at her occasionally, she would still have tears coming out of her eyes. My heart constricted every time I looked at her. I hated seeing her like this.

Finally, she pulled into my driveway and shut off the car. "You're spending the night at my house." I said to her, grabbing her hand. I walked with her into my house and up to my room.

Sam has her own drawer of clothes in my room and it's the same with my clothes at her house. We went from little kids spending the weekend at each other houses to now just coming and going as we please.

"I'm going to clean my make up off." She replied, walking into one of the bathrooms in the house.

I went to my room to get ready for a shower. That was another unspoken agreement we had, I would never hug her or sleep in the same bed as her until I cleaned myself after having sex. Common courtesy.

I've realized long ago that I'm whipped when it comes to her. Everyone expects us to end up together, but I just don't see it happening. I don't want to ruin the relationship I already have with her. I love her to much and I can't picture my life without her.

Finally, after showering and putting on boxers and sweats I walked into my room. She was already lying in the bed with my red sweater on and a pair of pyjama shorts. I couldn't help but smile when I seen her like that. She just looked so content to be there.

I got into bed and pulled her body closer to mine. She rested her head on my shoulder and wrapped her arm around my waist.

"What happened tonight?" I asked her softly.

"Novak happened," she replied.

Brandon Novak, also known as the basketball star. Football is my sport and basketball's his. He hates me because I beat him up in fifth grade after he made fun of Sam. Now, he has a thing for Sam and has been trying to get into her pants since ninth grade. "What did he do?" I asked her, my face getting darker. I have no problems putting him in his place again.

She sighed and started to cry again. "I went upstairs to use the washroom and before I could close the door, he stuck his foot in between it. He came in and tried to force himself on me. All the memories started coming back and I started to hyperventilate, and I kicked him in the balls and ran."

She was obviously talking about the memories with her uncle. What I couldn't understand, is why she didn't come and get me. I would have killed the fucker, with no regrets about it. "Why didn't you come and get me?" I growled.

"You were already off screwing someone and I needed to calm down."

"I'm going to kick his fucking ass."

"He was drunk, it's fine."

"It's not fine Sam! Haven't you ever heard the saying that the truth comes out while you're drunk? Clearly he wants you and only acted on it when he decided to get lit. It's not okay and I'm going to make sure he knows it."

"My uncle is supposed to get out in a couple years," she whispered. This was a conversation we never breached. She wanted to forget it and it always pissed me off when we talked about it.

"I'll make sure he doesn't fucking come near you when that does happen," I spit out. Fuck I hate that guy.

"You can't protect me forever y'know." She replied, smiling up at me, through her tears.

"Oh yes I can," I huffed.

"No, you can't. Eventually, you're going to get married, and move away. We'll talk less but we'll visit each other once every six months or something like that."

"I can tell you right now Samantha, I will not be moving away unless you are going to be my next-door neighbour. You cannot get rid of me that easily."

"I'm never getting rid of you, am I?"

"No, you're not," I replied, grinning at her. "You're stuck with me forever. Now go to bed and we can go to a bookstore tomorrow or something."

She grinned at me. "You always know how to make me feel better."

"Yes, I do." I replied, kissing her forehead. "Now, sleep."

Once I knew she was asleep, I texted Xavier.

Hunter: Novak's ass is getting kicked on Monday.

Xav: Just you or the gang?

Hunter: His ass is mine.