One More Chance novel Chapter 7

~~~When you love someone, you'll do anything. You'll do all the crazy things that you can't explain. You'll shoot the moon, put out the sun. When you love someone, you'll deny the truth. Believe a lie. There'll be times that you believe that you really fly. But your lonely nights have just begun, when you love someone~~~

-Bryan Adams-

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"Then fuck the possible consequences because I'll never let you ruin my relationship! I'll mary my girlfriend no matter what happens!" He stepped forward again and occupied the little space left between us. "I know what you want. You want to trap me and wrap me in your fingers, but I'm sorry, I will never let that happen. So I'm warning you, Samantha, never drag my name into your mess or else...."

A few seconds have passed and I have waited for his next words, but he has already stopped there. I just noticed his balled fist before it hit the wooden door behind me.

"Get out."

I started to panic again.

"L-Luke, please, let me explain it further," I beg, trying to reach his arm, but he just swatted my hands.

"I don't want to hear anything from you, so you'd better go now and leave before I decide to call your parents."

"No!" I exclaimed loudly. "No, please don't tell them even with Dale. I-I promise to stop chasing you, stop bothering you, but please don't tell them?"

"Get out!"

"Luke---"

"Don't you hear me?"

"B-But---"

"I said fucking get out, Samantha!"

"Y-Yeah, I'm going." I nodded, lowering my head.

Taking a deep breath, I picked up the bag I had dropped when he called me. And after composing myself, I opened the door and left that room without even trying to look behind.

I ran across the employees who are cleaning the floor while struggling to suppress the loud sobs that wanted to escape my throat. I can still hear his words and it feels like a million knives that stab my heart slowly and deeply.

I admit it was a huge mistake. I trusted my plan to a stranger and didn't realize that what I trusted was my future. Because I didn't know that when I came out of that small room, my life would begin to change and also my future.

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"Where have you been, Samantha?"

That's the first question my brother asked me the moment I entered the living room. I think he had just come out of his room on the second floor as I watched him taking the last steps of the stairs.

"Don't you know that I nearly lost my mind trying to call you? I haven't got asleep since last night because I'm waiting for you!"

I just took a deep breath but decided to ignore his question.

"You haven't even tried to send a message just to let us of where you are."

"Us? You mean, Dad and Mom arrived from their out-of-town trip?" My eyes focused on the second floor as if I am expecting one of them to come out and go down the stairs.

"No, they haven't arrived yet, but don't worry, I promise to tell them your stubbornness and the crazy things you've been doing."

I just bit my lip and once again, chose to stay quiet as I lowered my head.

Stubbornness and crazy things.

I don't know if I can hide the truth or when can I hide it from them.

"How come you've been selfish lately, Samantha? Didn't you think that all of us here, even the maids were worried about you? I even blamed Jack for calling me to pick you up from your friend's house and then I found out you two were just lying!"

"No! Don't blame her, Dale, it was all my fault. She didn't know where I was. I just asked her for a favor to call you."

I'm not sure if what I heard from him was a sigh of relief, but he immediately covered it by asking another question again.

"So where were you last night?"

"Uhm..."

"Where did you go last night?"

"I can't tell you, I'm sorry," I said running towards the stairs but he immediately grabbed my wrist.

"You can't tell me---what the heck is going on, Samantha?"

"Let go of my hand, Dale, I'm tired."

"Ohh... what did you say? You're tired? How come a spoiled brat and stubborn little girl like you feel tired?" sarcasm was laced in his voice.

Spoiled brat. Stubborn. Selfish. Those words keep ringing in my head and I couldn't do anything. I couldn't tell him to shut up because deep inside, I know it's all true. And every time I imagine how Luke's angry eyes stare at me, it penetrates down my soul, it hurts and brings back the tears of guilt I've already shed since I left that room.

"What did you do last night?" He asked me again, but it's more serious this time.

"I'm sorry, Dale..." I started, swallowing the lump inside my throat. "...I'm sorry if I lied if I didn't send you a message last night and for making you worry. And I'm sorry if you can't always understand me because I'm stubborn and selfish."

"What the heck---what are you talking about?"

"Yeah, I'm a brat...always. I always make you embarrassed in front of your friends and playmates and I always make you mad. I'm sorry because it's me, a sister and not a brother that you wished from mom 17 years ago. And I'm sorry for not being a perfect sister."

I tried to blink the tears that formed around my eyes, but I failed. So I had to run upstairs for him not to see me crying.

"Wait! Samantha!"

I stopped. There's something I forgot to tell him.