I GOT IT WRONG SAM
Sam threw her car keys on to the coffee table and sat down heavily on the couch, she lay her head back and stared at the ceiling, she was tired but knew she would not sleep. She had kept on working until her boss had told her to go home and sleep, she was alone
One Lonely Night: Chapter 2
When you’re that geared up for something, like a kid on Christmas Eve, you know deep-down inside that it’s just going to be one long day of bad jokes, paper hats and cold brussel sprouts. —————————— “Bitch” Kicking off my boots I slumped onto my bed, filled with despair and tears in my eyes. SMASH
One Lonely Night
She’d accepted and now I was utterly terrified! There are times when my profession seems entirely unsuitable – like I’d be the last person to catch criminals for a living; but I swear that it’s only women who make me wobble like Mr Stay Puft! Why is it that I can run
Sam’s past
“get off” I screamed, “get off, get off, leave me alone” I tried to push him away but he was much bigger than me. My clenched fists flailed aimlessly in a desperate attempt to defend myself and to stop happening what I knew deep down was going to happen. I’m 17 years old. I’m in
Torn
2 weeks later: Waiting patiently in the cafe Cat was fidgeting with the menu placed on the table. Sam sat in an opposite booth not knowing if she could look Frankie in the eye, cat suggested maybe this was indeed a more suitable seating arrangement. Frankie was running late as usual and Cat started to
Torn
6 months later: Sam was sat on the sofa waiting for Cat to get home from work. The move had brought a new light to the love she felt. But the brunette was constantly reminded of the betrayal that occurred. She worried everytime Cat went to work if she was secretly going to see Frankie.
Torn
Waking up to find she was indeed back in Cat’s flat, even finding herself in Cat’s bed was enough to make her feel anxious. Deep down Sam knew she loved the short haired brunette, but was that enough to get them through? Could it be that easy to forgive and forget. She let herself feel
Torn
“I can’t stop thinking about you either. Even when I’m asleep I dream about you. You know you mean everything to me. I wish I could take it back… All of it. Gosh I’m so in love with you it hurts.” I observed carefully as Sam wiped away the tears that had collected on her
Torn #08
A few days had past and I hadn’t heard off Sam, I knew she needed time to cool off but I just didn’t think matters would be this bad. The truth of the matter is I didn’t think. And me not thinking got me into the mess. Surely enough Frankie had been fishing around thinking
Torn
Finally Alistair had given me a break from the pressure he burdened so heavily, it seemed Jay was starting to grow up now. It had been so long since I was able to relax and be alone with my thoughts. Maybe it wasn’t a matter of choosing between Frankie or Sam anymore it was who
“Oh shit!” Cat is looking the phone; “I would” what? “I would listen to you?” “I would forgive you?” “I would forget you for ever?” What did Sam mean with that “I would” “And now what can I do? I need she listen to me even if for few minutes. Shit, shit, shit… ok, she
Why? (2 The call)
“DS Samantha Murray, how can I help you?” “Hi Sam, I’m Cat” shakily Silence on the other side of the receiver. “Please don’t hung up” is Cat’s first thought And after an eternity “What do you want” Sam’s voice is frosty “I need to speak with you” Cat’s voice is now so insecure “About what?”