The Path to Love

Chapter 11

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"What do you want to eat?" I asked her, placing her body on a stool.

She said nothing, just stared at the wall in front of her. "You know Hunter, I would like an omelet." I said, mimicking her.

"Sure thing, Sam. Coming right up. Thanks for the input."

I got a pan out from the cupboard and heated up the stove. I put butter in the pan and started to make her a cheese omelet. I kept glancing over my shoulder to look at her every so often.

She looked so broken. I was starting to regret signing her uncle's death warrant, even though he deserved it. I wonder what would happen if she ever found out.

I put her now finished omelet on a plate and put it on front of her. "Your mother called." I mumbled softly. She said nothing, so I continued to speak. "She wanted to know how you were doing. She told me your uncle was killed, Sam."

Something in her snapped and her eyes started to water. I watched as she literally broke in front of me. She stood up, just to sink to her knees. Her tears turned into heart wrenching sobs.

I ran over to her and crouched down beside her. I put her in my arms and started to rock us. "You're okay," I mumbled. "It's all going to be okay."

I sat on the floor rocking her, until her sobs turned into tears and her tears turned into hiccups. We were sitting like this for an hour, if not more. Finally, she broke her silence. "I don't even know why I'm crying," she mumbled, her voice hoarse. "I should be happy."

"Even though he did what he did, he was still your family, Sam." I replied, quoting her mother. "It's okay to be upset."

"My rapist is dead, Hunter. I should be happy. Some people must sit next to their rapists or work with them. I will never have to see mine again. I don't have to worry anymore, I don't have to worry about him getting out, I have nothing to worry about when it comes to him anymore. That's why I'm crying. I'm crying of relief, Hunt."

"I'm so sorry you're going through this and having to relive those memories again."

"Don't apologize, you didn't force him to do what he did to me."

No, I would never rape someone. But I was an accessory to murder.

"I want to drink." She said suddenly, lifting her head up to look at me with her blood shot eyes.

"Sam, you don't drink." I stated.

"I want to now, though."

"I don't think that's a good idea, Sam."

"Sure, it is. We aren't going out anywhere, we are staying here. I won't force you to drink with me, if it makes you uncomfortable. I'm drinking whether you agree or not. I would prefer if you drink with me though."

"Sam, you're emotionally unstable. Alcohol and emotions don't mix well together."

"Stop being my overprotective big brother right now. I want to drink."

"I'm just worried about you," I stated.

"You'll be here to take care of me. We're not going anywhere, we're not going to do anything. It'll just be us, drinking on the couch."

"I still don't think this is a good idea." I emphasized, trying to get her to change her mind.

"You're such a wimp." She left the room and came back a minute later with a bottle of vodka from my father's liquor cabinet.

"Sam, this isn't a good idea." I tried again.

"Lighten up. You've always wanted to get drunk with me and now I'm practically begging, you to and you don't want to. That's not cool. I just want to forget, for a little while. Please."

I watched her as she begged me to drink with her. "Fine," I grumbled. She always knew what to say to get me to do her bidding. So much for her not begging me to drink with her.

She went out of the room again and came back with two shot glasses. She poured two shots of vodka, handed one to me and kept the other for herself. She sniffed it and her face turned up in disgust.

I started to laugh. "Don't smell it, don't do anything. Just lift it up to your mouth and chug it back."

"On the count of three," she said. "One, two, three." I chugged my shot down in one go. I watched as she swallowed her shot and started to cough, violently. "That tastes awful," she said to me.

I laughed at her again. "It gets easier with every shot," I replied.

"God," she mumbled. "I hope so."

So, that's what we spent the rest of the night doing. Shot for shot. We kept going until the whole bottle was empty. By the time the bottle was empty, we were both extremely drunk.

"I feel like I'm on cloud nine." Sam slurred, and then giggled at the way her voice sounded.

"Alcohol is good like that," I slurred.

She continued to giggle. "I didn't know what I was missing out on. This is a great feeling."

"It won't be so great tomorrow," I slurred.

"Let's just live in the moment." She replied, moving closer to me on the couch.

"We're drunk," I slurred.

"Duh," she replied.

I looked at her, and she looked to be deep in thought. "What are you thinking about?"

"Let's win your bet."

"Huh?" I asked her, confused. "What bet?"

"The bet where you sleep with me. I know you want to," she slurred. "Since you're going to win, I want half."

"We're drunk," I stated again, dumbfounded.

"I know." she stood up and sat down on my lap. "I want to do this, though. So, do you."

She leaned in closer to me and started to kiss me. Slow at first, but when we both realized neither of us was going to pull away, the kiss turned into one of desperation and need. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. We continued to kiss as I stumbled to my room.

When we finally got to my room, I sat her down and started to undress her. We flung our clothes off and moved to the bed. Everything happened extremely fast after that.

At this moment, every sense of reality washed away. It was just her and I in this moment. I slept with my best friend. Sam fucked me. Sam and I had sex.

Shit.
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Author's Note:

Sam took her uncle's death harder than she thinks she did. Even though she told Hunter those were tears of relief, it just wasn't that. She is also mourning, whether she believes it or not.

Did you expect this to happen?

When I was writing this, I didn't expect it to happen this way. Sam doesn't know how to cope with what she just found out. So, she dealt with it by avoiding it.

On some level, both of them have wanted to sleep with each other. So, I knew that that part was going to happen. Hunter never expected them to sleep with each other; Sam is like his angel on the shoulder. She says it's a bad idea, he comes to see it that way too. She initiated this, in his drunk mind he thinks it's okay.

Let me know your thoughts below!