amour plastique

28

It was now Sunday, the day I'm supposed to meet Samuel.

I know I should be scared of Hudson if I were to go see Samuel now, but he promised to never lay a hand on me again.

I trust him.

This is his last chance at trusting me, and me trusting him.

I put on a pair of ripped jeans, a long sleeved white shirt, and a black Nike dad hat. My hair was in a low bun, so the hat could fit better .

My nose ring was in, as it always is, except for when I took it out when Hudson had hit me.

I slipped on my black sneakers, and walked out the door. I made sure to turn off my location, and I told Hudson that I was sleeping in all day, so to not interrupt me.

I don't want him to know I'm seeing Samuel, because he'll just show up and cause a scene.

I walked downstairs and out the door before anyone saw me. I went to the nearest bus stop, and waited for the 23 bus. It would be a 35 minute ride, and it's already 2:15.

I sat on the bus as I scrolled through my Instagram. I looked at my photos and then at the comments.

I sighed and pressed the archive button for all photos. I felt a weight being lifted off of my shoulders as I let go of the negativity of others.

The bus finally came to my stop, and I got off. I walked to the pizza shop, but stood in front. It was already 3:05, and I was five minutes late due to traffic. I took a deep breath and decided to go inside.

I walk in, and that's when I see him. He was sitting at a small booth. His blonde hair was messy, his green eyes were looking down at his watch, his broad shoulders and muscles peaked out of his shirt; he's gotten stronger while in jail.

My heart began to beat faster and my breath heightened. I began to play with the hair tie on my wrist, but that's when his eyes shot up to me. A small smile began to grow on his face, and fear overcame me.

He stood up and motioned for me to join him. I took another deep breath and walked over to him.

"Hey Brynn." He said with his raspy voice, that I've heard for over a year.

"Samuel." I gained the courage to speak up.

"You came." He motioned for me to sit down and I did.

Why did I come? I shouldn't be here.

"Hello and welcome. What can I get for you two?" A waiter cane up to us with a small notepad and pen.

"We'll just have water with a slice of lemon." Samuel answered for us.

"Coming right up." The guy said and started to walk away, but he turned around and looked at me with a look asking if I was okay. I gave a faint smile and lightly nodded.

I looked back at Samuel and saw that he already had his eyes on me.

"Why did you want to see me?" I asked him, looking down at the table.

"I wanted to talk to you."

"About?" I asked.

"I want to just say I'm sorry."

I shot my head back up at him, disbelief flowing from my expression.

"Sorry? You broke me. You broke my soul, my innocence." I said in a whisper only we could hear. "You raped me, repeatedly."

"I know what I did was wrong, trust me I do. I know it might be hard to believe, but while I was in jail, I joined a group of guys and they helped me. I found Jesus, Brynn."