Sam?s P.O.V
A couple of weeks had passed since Sarah had met my mum. It was nice to know they each got along so well, and I knew there was nothing in the way of me and Sarah.
We had fallen into a typical routine of meeting up outside of school. We would go to a diverse location everyday, we?d find out a lot more about every other and have a normal make-out session, which was constantly enjoyable.
My birthday came along on the 27th September, and I hadn?t told Sarah when it was. I hated people creating a fuss over my birthday, it was just an additional 1 of those regular days. And it also happened to be the when my dad left me, 14 years back.
I went of into a daydream about how it would have been if dad hadn?t left us, and didn?t even notice that Sarah had sat down next to me.
?Pleased birthday,? she smiled, and subtly passed me an envelope and tiny parcel.
?How did you realize?? I asked her, confused.
?I asked your mum. I had to know, but I also know that you don?t like producing a fuss of one’s birthday, so I thought we could do some thing this evening, just us? I mean, you don?t have to should you don?t want??
?No, that would be great. Just what I wanted. Thanks,? I interrupt her, and lean down to kiss her on the lips.
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After a lengthy day of boring school, Sarah and I went our separate solutions to go home, and then meet up in the park later.
After obtaining prepared I walked swiftly over to the park. We?d agreed to meet up at about five outside the park caf?.
When I got there Sarah was already there. She was sat at a table looking down at her hands on the table, chewing he lip nervously.
I sat down opposite her and took her hands in mine. She jumped and looked up, but calmed down when she realized it was me. ?Hey,? she smiled at me. I lifted her hand up to my face and kissed it gently. ?Hey,? I smiled, and she blushed and smiled.
?Is some thing up?? I asked her gently. She shook her head and smiled, but it didn?t quite reach her eyes.
?No, absolutely nothing?s up. Shall we walk??
?Certain,? I smiled, and we stood up. Some thing was definitely wrong; I could tell. I watched her carefully as we walked and took her hand in mine. She barely noticed; she was too caught up in her own thoughts.
?Sarah?? I said and she looked up.
?Hmm??
?One thing?s up,? I noted. ?I can tell.?
She didn?t deny it this time; she just bit her lip. I pulled her over to a bench and turned to face her.
?Tell me,? I ordered her. She looked away and I frowned.
?Please?? I begged, not pulling away from her gaze.
?No, it?ll ruin your day. Tomorrow, I?ll let you know,? she said as she was clearly trying not to cry.
?How can I be happy when you?re not? Please, tell me,? I said gently, stroking my hand against the side of her face. She flinched and pulled away speedily.
?Sarah? Have I accomplished one thing wrong??
?No, you haven?t.? She stated, stroking the side of her face and wincing. I narrowed my eyes.
?Hold on, are you hurt?? I suddenly worked out. She shook her head and turned away.
?No, no I?m fine,? she said.
?Sarah. Look at me,? I said. She didn?t move. So I did.
I stood up and walked about to the other side of the bench. She had tears streaming down her face, washing away the powder she was wearing and revealing a significant red mark across her cheek. I stood up, clenching my fists.
?Who hurt you?? I growled angrily, and Sarah looked up at me, her eyes full of sadness. She looked terrified, and I suddenly began to soften. Yeah, she had that impact on me.
?Sarah?? I asked a lot more gently, sitting down and taking her hand. ?Who hurt you sweetie??
She took a deep breath and breathed out slowly. ?Nobody.? She stated, and stood up and walked off, tears nonetheless running silently down her face.
I chased right after her.
I reached her in no time at all and grabbed her arm, pulling her to stop. She pulled away and held her arm, and I suddenly realized that I?d hurt her.
I had nothing to say, so I stepped forward and pulled her into a gentle but firm hug. ?Show me,? I whispered and she slowly began to roll up her sleeve in defeat.
She looks up at me as she shows her arm. All along the back of her arm stretches a bluey purple bruise, new and clearly quite painful. I wince and clench my teeth, looking back as much as the red mark showing across her cheek.
?Who did this?? I growl. All I wanted to do was pull her into my armns and carry her home, and somehow make her happy once more. But I didn?t desire to hurt her.
She turned and looked away.
I took her hand.
?Sarah, you need to tell me. I won?t hurt them, I just want you to be OK,? I whisper, aching to hold her.
?Let?s walk property. I?ll tell you then.? she whispers. I nod and pull her into a hug.
?It doesn?t hurt does it?? I ask her quietly. She shakes her head. ?Not at all.?
We walk home together in silence, my arm wrapped cautiously about her waist. At first I wait patiently for her to speak, but soon after 10 minutes I start to beg. ?please, Sarah,? I beg repeatedly. ?I just want you to be okay.?
And each and every time she shakes her head.
?Fine,? I say eventually. ?You win. You don?t want me to care, fine, I won?t,? I say and stomp across the road. I give up. How much worse could my birthday get anyway? No worse, I thought to myself angrily.
But oh how wrong I was.
Sarah?s P.O.V
I watch Sam as he stomped angrily away from me. I knew I was becoming stupid not telling him, but I didn?t want him to know. It was his birthday for goodness sake.
It was only some stupid girls that had been doing it. Nothing Crucial. They?d catch me alone when the girls had been at cheerleading and Sam was with his mates, and they?d tease me. They?d hit me and slap me and pull at my hair.
?There?s no point trying to fight back,? they?d sneer. ??Nobody cares. You?re buddies are pathetic. So is your boyfriend. You?re Dad doesn?t care either, and most importantly, you?re mum?s dead. Gone. And you can?t do something about it.?
I shivered at the believed of their words. Ahead of I could stop him, I watched Sam quit across the road, so deep in believed that he didn?t notice the car rushing towards him, or the calls from me, or the beep of the horn. I ran full speed towards him and pushed him away from the road. Just in time to really feel the impact of a 50 mph vehicle rush into my ribs. I went numb with discomfort, and then every little thing went black.
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The next thing I knew I could see lights. Bright, flashing lights. And sirens. Wailing in my ears. My entire physique ached with discomfort; it took a basic breath to make me wince with discomfort. I wanted to scream, but I was in an excessive amount of pain. I became conscious that I was lying on a stretcher, and I was being carried into a?automobile? Constructing? Wait?it was an ambulance. Suddenly I remembered what happened, and I had one thing in my head.
Sam.
?She?s awake!? somebody shouted and I felt folks doing all sorts of issues to me. I wanted to tell them to stop; it hurt so much and I only wanted to see Sam. I heard someone arguing to get into the ambulance with the paramedics within the background. I hated it. It was all so loud and painful.
?Proper, Sarah. All I need to have you to do is remain awake with me. We don?t want you falling asleep once again. So just maintain your eyes open.?
Before I could even try to answer, Sam suddenly rushed to my side. I felt so helped, lay there, paralyzed inside the back of some ambulance using a bunch of folks I didn?t know.
?Sarah. Oh my god I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. You saved my life Sarah.? He kept saying it more than and more than again, sobbing loudly. I?d by no means imagined Sam crying before, but it produced my chest ache much more than it already was, and I wanted to cry with him.
I tried to maintain my eyes open, I genuinely did. I knew that if I closed my eyes it was achievable I wouldn?t wake up once again. But I couldn?t aid it. I tried with all of my strength to keep my eyes open, but I couldn?t.
?Sarah! Sarah, keep your eyes open, Sarah! We require you to stay awake,? she shouted as Sam frantically began to ask what was happening, but I couldn?t keep my eyes open anymore. Was I dying? I could see a light; was that the light of the ambulance? Is this what it felt like to died? I let the darkness take me.