Our Little Love Story

I need your help

••••Samantha's POV••••

I woke up to the sound of my phone vibrating against the cup holder. I looked at the caller ID.

The Hubby

I swipe against the screen and take a deep breathe.

Samantha- hello?

Sam- Samantha? Are you okay? Where have you been?

Samantha- I'm fine sam. I fell asleep on the beach, sorry I didn't text you earlier. Im gonna go to the O2L house and talk to kian really quick and I'll head home.

Sam- okay. As long as you're okay.

Samantha- I'm fine. I'll see you in a bit. I love you.

Sam- I love you more.

Samantha- bye babe.

Sam- bye princess.
I hung up the phone and threw it into the passenger seat.

I put my head in my hands and sighed. What am I going to do?

I looked up and decided that I have to face this. But I need my big brothers help.

I drove to the O2L house. I parked in the parking lot and knocked on the front door. Kian opened the door and had a big smile on his face. He looked at me and it faded quickly.

"What the hell happened to you?" He asks pulling me into the house.

"That's what I came here for. I need your help but you can't tell anyone." I say looking down at my feet.

"Tell me what happened to you first." he says with a stern look on his face.
I can't tell him. Dylan would surely go after him too if he knew.

"I can't tell you." I say shaking my head.

"Samantha. tell me now." he says.

"No kian. It's for your own good." I say shaking my head and feeling tears form in my eyes.

"Okay, please don't cry. I'm sorry. I'm just worried about you." He says running his fingers through his hair.

"I'll be fine Kian. I just need your help." I say blinking so the tears go away.

"Okay, you should go clean up though. You have some clothes and makeup in the guest room." he says giving me a light smile, but I could see the worry in his eyes. I smile back and head upstairs, hoping no one would see me. Luckily no one was around, it was pretty early in the morning so everyone is probably sleeping. I walked into the guest room and locked the door. I combed my hair with my fingers and threw it up into a ponytail.

I walked into the bathroom and stripped from the clothes that I wore yesterday. Which had dirt and tiny dots of blood on. I sighed and stepped into the shower. I turned on the water and just stood there with the water running through my hair and onto my face. Removing all of the thoughts out of my head. I found myself thinking about everything that has happened.

Everything that has happened, every single situation that had happened in my life had to do with me. My mother and fathers fights which lead to him becoming abusive. Not staying with Sam at that stupid party that I had my first encounter with Dylan. The day I was stupid enough to believe that Sam cheated on me with Mackenzie. Although he did, but I ran away instead of staying and figuring everything out. Which also had to do with my other encounters with Dylan. When Dylan killed Ethan. I should have waited for Sam, but of course I ruin everything. And now, I have to killed my best friend, my partner, the love of my life. And if I don't, Dylan will kill my daughter and my siblings and my friends. So either way, we all lose. All because of me. All because of Samantha Lawley. Everything that had happened is my fault. I mess up everything I touch. Without me here everything would be better. My daughter would be safe. My family would be safe.