"What." I said not know what else to say or do. "What happened?" I asked. Sam tightened his grip on the steering wheel before he spoke. "His name was Jack, on my birthday he...he was on his way home when he got into a motorcycle accident. It was a hit and run, someone purposely did this to him." Tears streamed down his face. "Sam-" "I'm fine, I'm fine." Sam said as if he was trying to convince himself. "Pull over." I demanded. "What?" Sam asked with a puzzled look on his face. "Pull over." I said again. Sam pulled off to the side of the road, I unbuckled myself and turned my body to face his. "You're not fine and I know it. I see the pain in your eyes, I can tell that you hold yourself together and make it seem that you're okay when you're not. You bottle everything up until soon you'll break. You say you're for me and I'm telling you that I'm here for you." Sam looked at me with his puffy face and red eyes. The car was silent but the loudest it ever was. Sam cried for the first time in front of me. "Come on, I'll drive you home." I said breaking the silence. Sam lifted his head and unbuckled himself. Cars roared passed us as we switched drivers. I drove down the highway following the GPS.
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Shots Fired
Teen FictionI witnessed a man murder my parents a week before Christmas. He caused a lot of pain in my life by killing my parents and making my brother have mental breakdowns because when he came home from college to spend Christmas with us he saw our parents l...
