Cold

Chapter 33

Gavin's P.O.V.

I don't plan on getting out of here. I find it better in here. Where there's nothing and no one to bother me. Yah. Sure. I want Sam for myself but I just find that there's no use in moving if she's already out there.

With Charles.

I can already see it.

Sam is sitting on his lap. A small smile on her face as she tries her hardest to show that she isn't scared of him when she really is. Him with his arms around her waist as he pulls her close. Sending small kisses up her shoulder to her neck then ended it at her ear.

He nibbles on it as she squirms away not wanting to be touched by him. But Charles doesn't care.

He's f*cking Charles Costa.

With the money and the cars and the girls and the drugs and EVERYTHING that I should have.

Sighing to myself, I take a swing at the last beer bottle. "What the f*ck have you become G." I quietly say to myself as I try to light another cigarette.

Once I figure it out, my lips find its way to the bud and take the longest drag of my life.

It feels good... No! It feels amazing.

It's like everything is being lifted off my shoulders and thrown into the garbage bin. Far away from me. It's almost... peaceful. Like I'm on a cloud. Above everyone else. Floating around.

Wow. That hit me hard.

I'm about to take another drag when I hear the door to the staircase opens. Sobs quickly follow and the sound of banging is not to far behind. I could make out those sobs anywhere.

It's Sam.

Crying her eyes out in this staircase.

And I'm sitting here doing nothing about it.

I want to get up. I want to confront her. I want to tell her that I'll always be there for her...but I can't.

I can't find the energy or the will to get up.

I can just picture it now.

Sam trying to figure out what to do as a thousand things run through her mind.

She probably thinking about her past because that's what she always does when she cries.

I can tell.

It is like her eyes get darker and her lips quiver. You would try talking to her but there's no use. She's gone. Taken away to this other world that her mind likes to play with her.

She never used to be like this. She used to be okay. Somewhat normal even. She would always say that the past is in the past for a reason.

But now. If you were to ask her about her past. She would start to cry and her mind would over take her vision as she's basically transported to this other world.

Her old world.

I blame myself for that.

I just wish I could tell her that I'll always be there for her.

Even if the damn drug lord is involved.

***

I don't know how long its been.

But Sam never stopped crying.

She cried her heart out and only stopped 10 minutes ago.

Or at least I think it was 10 minutes ago.