The Path to Love

Chapter 10

The next few days passed by in a blur. I was still waiting for B to text me with news about her uncle, but he never sent me anything. I was starting to get annoyed. The fucker didn't like me, and Peter was probably already dead, he just didn't want to tell me. What a pain in my ass.

My phone vibrated. I knew. I knew this was the text I was waiting for. I swiftly took my phone out of my pocket and looked it over.

B: The job is done.

I read it once.

B: The job is done.

I read it again and again.

Her uncle is dead. Peter Dawson is dead.

I deleted the message.

I couldn't help but let my face perk up and a grin made its way to my face. Sam could finally live without worry. Her uncle would never be able to hurt her again. I thought I wasn't going to be okay with this, but I was fine.

My phone started to ring, Sam's ringtone. "Hey, Sam."

"Hunt," Sam sobbed.

I dropped the phone from my ear, hopped up off my bed and ran. I fucking booked it over to Sam's house as fast as I could. She was sobbing on the phone.

She was told. She knew her uncle was dead.

I ran into her house. "Sam!" I hollered. No response. I started looking all over her house for her. She wasn't in the living room, dining room or kitchen. She wasn't on the first floor of her house. I ran up the stairs to the second floor. I looked in the bathroom and she wasn't there.

I ran into her room and gasped. Her room looked like a tornado had hit it. Books were thrown everywhere; her bed was overturned, and her mattress was on the floor. There were no drawers in her dresser. The drawers were broken and thrown all over her room. There were a few holes in the wall, some from the dresser being thrown at the wall and some by a fist, by the looks of it all. She had clothes everywhere and her mirror was shatter. "Holy fucking shit." I mumbled, looking around her room.

My gaze settled down on the girl in the middle of the floor. Her posture was sunken, she was sitting on her knees, staring at nothing. I ran over to her and knelt beside her. "What happened?"

"He's dead." She stated, continuing to stare at the wall.

"Who's dead Sam?"

"He's dead."

"We already established that Sam. Who's dead?"

She wasn't even looking at me. She was looking straight ahead, her eyes void of any emotion. Her eyes were blank. She was just staring and not moving. She just kept mumbling he was dead.

I obviously knew who was dead, but I couldn't let her know that I knew. It's hard to act like this in front of her. But she needs me right now, so I must keep up the façade. She knew her uncle was dead, and she was in shock. This is perfectly normal. I think.

I picked her up off her floor and got her out of there. I took her out of her house and walked over to my house, still carrying her.

I placed her on my bed, so I could run her a bath. She was still frozen, not focusing on anything. After the tub filled up, I went out to get her. "I ran you a bath. Can you undress yourself to get in it?" I asked her softly.

She wasn't absorbing my words. So, I stripped her myself. A lapse in judgment on my part. She probably didn't want me to see her like this, naked and all, I didn't know what else to do though. She was in shock.

I lifted her back up and set her in the bath. Clearly, she went through her hysteria before she called me over and has now settled into shock. She was still staring off into space when I walked out of the bathroom.

I didn't even really understand why she was acting like this. Her uncle was dead. Shouldn't she be celebrating?

Finally, after a half hour of her in the tub and staring blankly at the wall, I took her out and wrapped her in a towel.

I brought her to my room and got her to sit on the bed. "You need to get dressed, Sam." I mumbled. I went in the closet and got one of my sweaters for her to wear and a pair of her panties. I set the two of it on the bed, so she could put it on.

"I'm going to make you something to eat. Please get dressed." I kissed her forehead and walked out of my room, leaving her there.

My phone started to ring an I picked it up without looking at the called ID. "Hello?"

"Hunter, how is she?" Sam's mother, Katherine, asked me.

"She's in shock right now." I murmured.

"The cops called her first before they called me. I'm booking a flight and trying to get there as soon as possible," she stated.

"All she was saying is he's dead. I don't know who's dead, mom two." It was an easy lie, but I couldn't let them know I knew he was dead.

"It's her uncle Peter, Hunter. He was stabbed in jail. He bled out before medics got to him. He's gone, Hunter."

"Shouldn't she be happy, then?"

"He was family, regardless of what he did to her. She's mourning that loss. Keep an eye on her until I can get there, please."

"I won't leave her side, mom two."

"I love you like you're one of my own, Hunter. Thank you for taking care of her."

"I love you too, mom two. I'd do anything for her. I'll see you soon."

I ended the call and went to check on Sam. She hadn't moved. She was still wrapped in a towel and the clothes were lying next to her.

Sighing, I got her dressed. I picked her up and brought her downstairs. "You're going to get through this." I mumbled, kissing her forehead.