S A M U E L
I paced my room, back and forth running a hand through my hair. Loa declined my calls and then suddenly they weren’t going through, my texts were unanswered and I was seriously considering going back to her house.
We weren’t even together so I don’t understand why I
It was a little before four, and I was panicking. I was fully dressed, but I was nervous as hell and I couldn’t stop sweating. It was really hard detangling my hair, as it was wet from last night, and shrunk pretty badly. I tried my bed to let my afro look presentable, laying my edges for effort. I didn’t have any make up, and to top it off, the sandals looked like the straps could break any second now.I sigh, and tilt my head at myself in the mirror. At least the dress looked good. The color complimented my skin,
“Oh.” I clear my throat standing, while his parents continue to stare at me in awe.“Uh, well . . . We’ll be right back.” I tell them.“She’s so beautiful.” I hear his mom say as we leave.
When we entered the house, we were holding hangs. It was a new feeling really, if this succeeded, Samuel would be my first boyfriend.His parents nearly fell through the door, and I realized they were watching us. I held in a laugh, as Samuel just pursed his lips at them.
I was grinning in my seat, and not even the fact that I was going home could dim my happiness.Ten minutes later and he’s parked outside. I open up my door, and move to leave until he pulls me back inside.“What is it?”
I fold my arms, sadly trudging behind Samuel as he unlocks the door to his house. I felt like I was intruding, just plopping into their lives without warning."My parents are most likely asleep, so you don't have to worry about them," Samuel says, and I nod. "Are you hungry?"I shake my head. It
The entire trip downstairs I practiced what I was about to tell his parents.I would apologize for being such a pest, and then I would tell them that I would be on my way as soon as possible and that they did not have to worry about me."Loa!" Victoria exclaims as soon as I round the corner into
S A M U E LI had been waiting outside my truck for over thirty minutes, and there was no sign of Loa. I thought that maybe she had to stay back for something . . . or maybe she was just feeling a bit shy after the kiss, but when 30 minutes became an hour I immediately became worried.As soon as I walk into the hall, I ignore all the hushed whispers, and blatant stares, relieved when I noticed that Danielle was still here.
I’m not sure how much time had passed . . . whether it was minutes . . . could be hours. I noticed the paramedics rushing into the house, a man grabbing me by my arm and pulling me away from the body. I felt confused as they picked her dead body off the floor, and placed it on the stretcher. Is that what happened in movies?To my relief, Samuel’s rigid figure angrily rips through the sea of people, policemen quickly following behind him.