I heard someone open the door and walk in. I got up and slowly walked downstairs. I stoped in the middle of the stairs only because I saw Sam standing in the middle of the living room with bags in his hands. He was still in his army suit. "Oh my god!" I said running down the stairs. I jumped into his arms. I wasn't crying because I was sad, but I was crying because I was happy. "Oh my god." I said into his shoulder. "Your alive." "What?" He asked looking at me. "DADDY!" U hears little girl yell "Sam?" I hear Connor say. Sam puts me down and picked up Erica."My princess!" He Saud spinning her. She giggled. I pulled my long sleeve down. I walked upstairs. Connor must have seen me and he followed. I walked into my room and sat and the floor. Connor sat next to me. He looked at the floor. "Why Halle? Why did you do it?" He said looking back at me with tears in his eyes. I looked at him. "I thought I lost him." I said with tears forming. He hugged me. "Its okay. I thought we lost him too." He said hugging me. "Don't tell him!" He looked at me "I won't." Then he left. I got up and went down stairs holding my sleeve.
**CONNORS POV**
It hurts to know Halle self harms. She is basically my little sister. We all sat in the living room. I tested Sam
C: Halle has battle scars
S: What??!!
C:Yea. That's why she has been playing with her sleeve.
S: alright thanks man.
I had to tell him. I couldn't watch her slowly die.
**HALLES POV**
Sam pulled up my sleeve revealing my scars. He kept looking at my wrist. "Sam.." I tried to make him look at me. "Sam look at ne!" I say a bit aggravated. "GOD DAMNIT HALLE! WHY DID YOU DO THIS!" He yells standing up looking me in the eyes. I start to cry. "I......I thought you died! You wouldn't write back so I thought you were gone!" I yell. I run up stairs and and go to my room
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Letters From a Soilder (RIP prt2)
Romance(This is part two to my other book R.I.P (a Sam Pottorff fanfic) you must read that first for this to make sense) He is off at war and I am left with the guys and my 5 year old daughter Erica. we write everyday with no fail. this is my story.
