Cold

Chapter 32

I don't know what time it is. I've been in this stair case for so long that I lost track of time. My mind consumed me and brought me to a whole other place.

It brought me to my past where I saw how broken I once was. All thanks to two stupid boys who seemed to have crawled back into my life.

Then it brought me to my future. But that's the part that I'm trying to figure out. It holds three doors.

One that has Gavin in it. A life with him. Where Charles is gone and everything is right. Like how it should have been. But it isn't us as senior, it's us as adults. Living the life.

With kids and a house with a little golden retriever named Daisy. Where he got out of that drug life and became a hard working business man who took over his fathers' company. Then me as the hard-working athlete who's trying to win a world cup or an Olympic medal. All with two little kids who run around us and look up to us.

That's the life I picture with Gavin.

The second door hold Charles. And that life isn't as pretty. Charles is constantly in our lives. Mine and Gavin's. He makes sure that we stay far away from each other as he stays in the drug lord position. I'm stuck as his stupid toy. No one dares to touch me as they will be killed by Charles himself.

Gavin stays a drug addict but overdoses on it when he hears of the news that Charles proposed to me and I was forced to say yes. My life is dark and depressing. Nothing worth living for. Soon enough, I find that razor that I was always looking for and end my life once and for all.

That's the life I picture with Charles.

The third door is strange. Nothing there besides my name. Samantha. This one hold nothing besides a bright light that shines down on it. The only one that has a light on it. Gavin isn't there and neither is Charles.

Opening that door means that I could be free of both of them. Live the life I've always wanted with a good husband who loves me and wouldn't put me in harms way. He's by my side as I win all kinds of Olympic medals and trophies. But just as much as he is besides me, I am besides him. Watching as he makes business deals with different companies, winning that position as the best entrepreneur around. Two kids by our sides who look up to us with such love and curiosity.

Gavin and Charles are no where near me anymore as I changed my living plans when I graduated high school. Moving to New York was the best thing I could have done and that's where I met my husband.

But the feeling of guilt and lose is still there. It will always be there.

Of course, that is all in my head. My imagination brought me to a whole other level of crazy. But what can I say, those are all possible scenario's of what could happen.

I need to pick one and I'm running out of time. People could die because that is just how crazy Charles is. He will do anything to get his way, including killing Gavin to make it happen.

I also know that Gavin would do anything to come out on top; that could possibly include killing Charles. Then there's me. Stuck in the middle of it all.

How did my life get so complicated in the matter of one week?

***

After leaving the staircase, I walked back to the gym. Everyone is there and I finally found out the time. It's 8:35 pm.

I've been sitting in that staircase all alone for 8 hours. And no one came to get me.

I'm actually surprised that my friends left me alone for so long. I would have thought that they would have found me by then. Unless they did and wanted to leave me alone?

Same goes for Gavin and Charles but I guess Charles doesn't really care about me. He's only using me to make Gavin feel worse about himself. And I think it's working. Gavin on the other hand probably doesn't give a shit about me anymore.

Gavin probably found his way back to Julia. And there's nothing I can do about it because I said that I don't care about him anymore.

Why is my life so messed up?

Gavin's P.O.V.

My mind doesn't comprehend what just happened. Sam just told me that she would rather be with Charles than be with me. That he treats her better.

That's a total lie.

I saw how scared she was of him when those words left those pretty little lips of hers.

Obviously, something is happening but I don't have the energy to care anymore. It feels like my heart was ripped out of my chest and stomped on by her pretty little black Nike shoes.

Sometimes I feel like a creep for how often I actually stare at her and try to understand her. It's like no matter what she wears or says, it'll always stay with me and go to a special section in my head.

That place being labeled Samantha Maxwell and everything is there. From elementary school to high school. Yah, maybe I've known her since elementary school but I never really spoke to her. It only really hit in high school because we were one of the few that came to this high school and that was when out bond really started.

I remember everything about her. Like how much she loves watching that Liza and David whatever their names are on YouTube. Or how much she like Friends because she calls it her 'life'. How much she adores her family and friends and would do anything for them. Or how even though she could be salty her comebacks are always the best. How she can always make people smile when their down as her smile lights up the damn ass room.

Most of all, it's her eyes that trap me the most. Those mixed colors that always pull my back in for more.

More of her. More of her rosy plump lips. More of her rosy cheeks. More of her dark brown hair.

More of her hugs. More of her kisses.

Just everything about her drives, me insane and I don't know why I feel like banging my head against this stupid closet door to make it feel better.

I've been sitting in this stupid closet for god knows how long. Drinking my life away to be exact. I found a case of beer in the janitor's room and took it.

Now I'm three beers in and high as f*ck. The staircase was the first place I could think of as my escape. But turns out it just killed me even more.

Coming in here, it was like Samantha was hitting me in the face. Her sweet candy perfume was intoxicating that the whole closet smelled like it. I wanted to cry. And I never cry.

My demons gave up. My icy cold heart melted and all I wanted to do was jump in her arms and never let her go. But it was like the cold in me came rushing out and I was left in a mess. A puddle to be exact.

I have never felt so broken and useless in my entire life.

It was almost like she didn't want anything to do with me.

But I know that's not true...well most of it.

Like I said before, her eyes always hold the truth and what she said about Charles wasn't the truth. It was a lie. A lie that I know will get her and more importantly US into a lot of trouble.

Maybe we're in trouble right now. I don't know. And I don't care.

The only thing I care about is getting Samantha Maxwell back and calling her mine for good.

Guess I need to play fire with fire. Or in this game Drug Lord verses Drug Dealer.

My title isn't as big as Charles and I know I don't have as many people who are willing to give up their lives for me like he does. But what I do know is that I'm getting my girl back.

She will always be mine.

And I know she would want to be with me too.

If she doesn't... I'll just have to change her mind.