there's a knock at the door, "anna."
it was sam.
"what." i say.
"can you open the door please," he says.
"why?" i ask.
"can you please just open it?"
i unlock the door and open it. sam pulls me into a hug and i cry, "i miss my family."
he just stands there and hugs me, rubbing my back.
"i want to go home," i say.
"you can't." he says.
"why not. i was with les and levi before," i say still crying.
"les passed away last night," sam says.
i look at him with wide eyes, "she wha?"
"leslie passed away and now levi is staying his daughter amelia, they already sold the house and everything. but a car was left for you," sam says.
i start crying even more and he lifts me up. i wrap my arms around his neck and cry. he walks out of taylers room and walks to the living room.
sams pov
tayler said that anna locked herself in his room and that she won't open the door for anyone. i decide to give it a shot. she opens the door and she starts to cry. she looks as if she had already been crying.
joey needs to watch what he says to her. she's not one of us guys, she's a bean.
i tell her what happened with leslie and how she passed away from a stroke and she cries more. i decide to lift her up and carry her to the living room.
i pass joey and he gives me a death glare. i shake my head at him and he looks away from me.
i take her to the living room where tayler is sitting and i set her down next to him, "no please stay with me sam," she says to me and tayler smiles at me.
i nod and sit down on the other side of her. she lays her head down on my lap and i play with her hair.
tayler takes her legs and lays them across him so she can lay straight.
i can feel the tears fall off her face and land on my legs. i feel so bad for her. joey should've just kept her with les and levi. she was happier there. she's been living here for three days and has barely eaten or done anything at all.
i move the hair out of her face and see that she's sleeping. she has a hand under one of my legs and another one supporting her head.
i look at tayler and he smiles at me, "i think she likes you," he whispers to me.
i shake my head, "i know she doesn't."
tayler shrugs and slowly moves her legs so he can get up. she moves her legs and he leaves.
"watch for joey," tayler says and goes to his room.
i sit on the couch with her for another hour and then decide i should take her to her room.
i pick her up bridal style and carry her to her room. i pull the covers over her and she moves around in her bed.
i kiss her forehead and leave her room.
joey leaves his room at the same time and looks at me.
"don't talk to her," he says.
"why the hell not?" i ask.
"you're not the one watching over her," he says.
"so what. she's still my friend joey. you cant keep her from people. she's lost the people she loves the most and it seems like you're just fucking yelling at her, it's not helping her," i tell joey.
he looks at me like i'm speaking a foreign language.
"joey, do you understand me?" i ask him.
"i don't need you to tell me what to do and what not to do. i'm the one that is supposed to be keeping her safe. not you. not tayler. not bryce. me."
"but that doesn't mean she can't have any friends while she's here with us and while you're watching over her. you also don't have to be such a dick to her," i say to him.
he doesn't say anything he just walks back into his room and slams his door shut. i go to my room and go to bed.
anna's pov
i wake up and i'm in my bed.
i'm running away. tonight. im running away.
i'm leaving everything here, my phone and all.
tonight. its go time.
*later that night*
everyone is getting ready for bed. bryce has been in bed for the past hour already and joey hasn't left his room all day.
"you feeling alright?" tayler asks me.
i look at him, "yes i'm fine," i say and smile.
he nods, "how's your leg?"
"it's much better, thank you," i say and smile again.
he nods, "okay i'm heading to bed. goodnight kid," he says and leaves.
"i'm heading to bed to," sam says and goes to him room.
i just have to wait maybe 20 minutes and then i'm free.
i find a piece of paper and write a letter:
it's anna. i'm leaving. don't look for me, i'm fine. but i'm not staying here. thank you guys for your hospitality but i'm leaving. goodbye.
ps. do NOT look for me. thanks.
~annamaria
i put it on the counter and leave the house.
here goes nothing.
