Meɑnt To Be! (22)

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Okay, I am loving this. I have got so far ahead of myself that I have finished this story and I am posting up my new story soon. I am chapter 6 on that already. I am going to try to post everyday, because I wanna get these chapters OUT, and catch up with myself. I have to say I actually love the epilogue for this story. Anyway, ENJOY IT.

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Sam's P.O.V;

That day was difficult. That afternoon we had to go and see Sarah's Dad for the last time before he was cremated, and I knew Sarah was going to find it really hard.
The room was small and cramped, with only a very small window letting in a thin strip of light into the dark room. An un-shaded light bulb hung from the ceiling. The room was bare, except from the table in the center of the room on which lay Steve's body.
Sarah walked strongly over to his side, and Mum and I stood on the other. Sarah took a seat beside Steve and took his cold, gray hand in hers. Tears blurred my vision.
'Hey Dad. Well...I guess this is goodbye,' Sarah sighed shakily. I watched her through thick, unshed tears as she tried best she could not to cry. I had to admit she was doing well.

'I'm just gonna keep it short and sweet. Dad, you were the best Dad anybody could ever wish for. Say hi to mum for me. I am so glad we had the opportunity to grow so close throughout the past few years, and that means so much to me. I am going to miss you so much Dad. You were my best friend and...and...'
Her string of perfectly sewed together, calm, but shaky words led off as she broke down by her father's bedside and began to cry hysterically.
'Daddy.' She sobbed. 'Oh, daddy. Don't leave me. Don't go. Please, just don't leave me; I can't do this without you! I can't do anything without you! Please, come back!' She sobbed.

I walked over to her side and pulled her away from Steve before she could grow any worse, and pulled her into my arms, where she sobbed. I tried my best to stay calm. I knew this was a time where she needed me most, but I couldn't seem to hold the tears back. I cried silently.
Eventually we were told our time was up. Sarah wasn't having any of it.
'NO! I'm not leaving him! I can't! I can't...' She cried as we pulled her desperately out of the small room. She carried on screaming and fighting, punching at my chest and kicking me hard. 'None of you understand!' She kept on crying. 'I need him! I really, really need him!' She cried.

Mum and I had no choice but to ignore her.
We buckled her into the backseat of the car, where she finally gave up the argument and collapsed into my lap, and just cried.
'Daddy..' She kept repeating as she cried.
'I know, baby. I know.' I soothed her, but I couldn't help but accuse myself of lying. Because I didn't know. She had been through so much, and I had been through so little.
It just wasn't fair on her.

Sarah's P.O.V;

With all that I'd put Sam through that day, I wasn't surprised if he'd hate me forever. I'd screamed and shouted, kicked and punched, and cried like there was no tomorrow, and yet he managed to just comfort me.
Once we were back in the house, even after all Sam had done for me, I told him I needed time alone, and I went for a walk.
As I walked, I wasn't even aware of where my feet were taking me. I just let them. I could barely see a thing through the tears anyway.

Soon enough I found myself outside my old house. For a while, I just stared at it. I'd grown up in that house. I'd gone through everything living there. And now I'd have to move on.
Where to? I wasn't sure.
I sat down by the doorstep and took it all in; the scent, the feel, the sights, the sounds, everything. And soon enough, I found myself crying again.

I wasn't sure how long it had been. All I knew was that it was dark, and if I were dark in the summer, I knew it had to be late. The temperature had dropped drastically and I was freezing.
Too worn out and cold to do anything, I curled up in a ball and cried weakly.
The next thing I became aware of were strong, familiar arms wrapping themselves around me and lifting me from the cold ground and into the warmth. Instantly realizing it was Sam, I curled up against his chest and carried on sobbing.

'Shh, it's okay baby. I'm here now. We're gonna get you home.' I heard his soft, low voice tell me. I felt Sam placing me into the back of the car and buckling me in while I just leaned against the side of the car and sobbed helplessly. The car was warm and comfortable. Sam slipped in beside me and I leant into his shoulder. He put his arm around me and stroked my hair gently, until his comforting movements and lulling voice sent me into a deep, well deserved sleep.

Sam's P.O.V;

We found her.
After hours of fear filled searching around town, we finally found her.
I still can't believe we didn't look there in the first place. Her own home, and we didn't even look there.
But it was okay. She was safe now.
As she lay in my arms, deeply asleep, her breathing ragged from the crying and her body trembling from the cold, I thanked whoever was up there that we'd found her safe. I don't know what I would have done if we hadn't.

As we pulled up in our driveway, and the engine of the car turned off, Sarah stirred slightly in her sleep, and I was worried she'd wake up. For now, all she needed was a good night's sleep.
I carried her into the house and put her carefully into my bed. I pulled one of my hoodies over her limp, cold, sleeping body, kissed her forehead, and left.
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I couldn't sleep that night. I'd seen too much that day, and my mind wouldn't stop it's consistent chatter. Every hour I'd have to check on Sarah, just to know she was okay. She always was.
I had to sleep in the guest room that night. I say sleep but that didn't happen. I was still up at 4, so I decided to read.

Sarah's P.O.V;

I woke up in a vaguely familiar room, and it took me a couple of moments to realize it was Sam's. I sat up in bed and stretched. One quick look around the room told me two things; it was early, and Sam wasn't in there.
I stood up and realized Sam had dressed me in one of his hoodies. I smiled to myself.
I went to look for Sam. I found him sprawled across the bed in the guestroom, fast asleep. The bedside lamp was on and he had a book on his chest, which moved up and down in time with his breathing.

I crept over to him and took the book off his chest and placed it on the bedside table gently. I switched the lamp off and then went into his bedroom to get his duvet. After throwing that on top of him carefully, I planted a kiss on his nose and wondered off downstairs.
As I sat on the sofa in the living room, I reminisced on yesterday. Looking back on it, I regretted every word I said, every move I made. Sam must be pissed. I treated him like a dick. Even after his attempts to calm and comfort me, I just cried and fought, argued and acted like a spoilt brat.

I was so deep in thought I didn't even notice Sam walk into the room. As he sat down beside me, I jumped. I hadn't been expecting him.
'Sorry,' Sam said, noticing my suddenly startled expression.
'It's okay.' I smiled. 'Come here,' I told him, opening my arms for a hug. He obliged happily, and I hugged him tightly.
'I'm so sorry about yesterday.' I apologized. 'I wasn't thinking, and I treated you so badly...' I lead off and took a deep breath, trying not to cry.

'Hey...' He murmured softly. Pulling back and holding me at arm's length. 'It wasn't your fault. I completely understand. You had every reason to behave like you did. I don't think it was unreasonable at all.' He promised me, and I fell back into his arms and hugged him.
'I love you.' I told him, and I really, really meant it.
'I love you too.' He replied, and kissed my neck.
'I woke up this morning with my duvet over me. Did you do that?' He asked as he pulled gently away from my embrace.
'Yeah. You were asleep, and you looked cold, so I thought-'
'Shh. That's really sweet of you. Thanks,' he smiled at me. I could only smile back.