*Samantha’s Point of View*
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I don't know what the date is today. And I think it has been a century since I am locked up in my own house and my own room.
My tears are threatening to fall again as I saw Red's picture on my nightstand. I miss her so much, and I hope she's doing well right now.
I sighed and went to the bathroom to fix myself.
I think dad is staying here for a while to make sure that I am suffering really well. He's such an a**hole.
Now, I just realized why mom left him. He's selfish, and he's an a**hole. Did I mention that already?
If Mom were just here, she wouldn't do something like this to me. If she's happy with her new family, then I'll just be happy too. I just miss them so much. If I could escape from this penitentiary, I would really find a way to contact them.
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I looked at my face in the mirror, and I looked like sh*t. My eyes are puffy and red. Oh, Red, I miss your face, your touch, your scent, your kiss, your voice, and everything about you. I hope I can see you soon.
I stayed in the bathtub for like an hour to lessen the tension that I feel in my body since I just felt so uncomfortable and worried. And I don't know why. But well, I have been feeling so f*cked-up since the other day.
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It's almost ten in the morning, and I don't feel like eating breakfast again. I'll just starve myself to death. It's better than not seeing her.
I put on some baggy T-shirt, short shorts and I'm ready to lie on my bed again. I'm starting to hate this bed now.
Then a smile slowly crept on my face as I saw the little purple thing near my pillow. It's Barney. Red gave this to me on her birthday. I just can't help but chuckle at the thought when she lost five tokens, and this is what she just got. Well, that day is the best day of my whole damn life.
Someone knocked on my door, and I think it's my father again. I haven't talked to him or even seen him. I just don't want to look at him anytime soon. Or ever again. I loathed him.
"Sam?" Someone called, but I didn't say a word.
I didn't bother to open it, and if it is Nana, she got a spare key, and she'll just bring me my meal in.
I took Red's picture from the nightstand and looked at it closely.
Her perfect eyes and her angelic smile. I want to see those in person again. I want to kiss those lips again and let those undress me, and damn, I just miss her so freaking much.
The door opened, and the person sat down on the other side of the bed since I felt that the bed moved.
"She is so beautiful." Someone spoke, and her voice was not my Nana.
I turned my head to the person, and she's smiling at me. Who the heck is she? No, this can't be possible. Is she...?
"Sam?" I asked her unsurely, and she nodded her head.
Oh, my gosh! I can't believe my eyes right now. Is this for real?
"Hey, Sam! How are you?" She spoke, and it's really her. Wow! I-
I went near her, and tears started to fall from my eyes. This seems like a dream. Is she really here? Damn, I didn't recognize her.
She hugged me tightly and kissed my head.
"Where were you, Sam? I thought you forgot about me already." I sobbed, and she's crying too. She was gone for so damn long, and I have not heard anything from them.
"I'm here now. I'm here, Sam. Shhh." She muttered and shushed me while caressing my back. I hate her for leaving me, but I miss her so much. She is so big now and beautiful.
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We cried and comforted each other for a while.
Samara has grown into a very beautiful woman. She's six years older than me, and she has shared that she already got a job.
She also told me about her life there, and she asked me about mine. Well, I'm just so happy to tell her about Red, and she said to me that they met last night. So, Red has been drinking. Damnit, it's all my fault.
"So, have you... umm… did the… you know?" She has been asking me about Red, and here we are on this very uncomfortable topic.
"Well, it's uh... Personal. It's gotta be a secret for now." I replied, and she tickled me.
"What? Come on, tell me. I'm your sister, Sam. I won't tell anybody." She insisted, and I can't help but blush.
"Actually... the girls know, and okay, yep, we did," I confessed, and she's so damn ecstatic about it. I missed us so much.
"So, how was it? But I bet it's great because I can see it on your face and--- Oh, wait, somebody's calling me." She asked, but her phone rang.
She answered her phone, and she got up from the bed.
Well, she had told me that she got a boyfriend back there and they've been dating for two years now. Maybe he's the one who called.
"What!! How is she? What's the name of the hospital? Damn it!" She said through the other line, and I got worried. Who might it be?
She hung up and looked at me apologetically. Then my heart started to beat fast, and what she said next made my mind go blank.
"Claire is in the hospital. She got into a road accident." She asserted and went near me to put me in her embrace.
"No, that is not possible, Sam. It's not true." I told her, and tears are streaming down my face. No, she can never be in an accident.
"It's not true, Sam. It’s not!!" I yelled, and she's patting my back.
She can't get into a f*cking accident. She's the most cautious driver I ever knew. And she doesn't even trust my driving skills. This might be just a prank, and it's not f*cking funny at all.
"Let's just hope that she's okay." She uttered and wiped my tears.
"I'll go with you. I want to see her. Please!" I begged her, and she nodded her head as she stood up.
I don't care about anybody right now. All I want is Red to be okay. I will not forgive myself if something bad happens to her.