Come Here and Save Me.

Part 12



Samantha:



The drama that had arisen earlier between Harry and Chloe had sparked an internal problem within me. I was not only depressed for my friend who was clearly having the worlds hardest time dealing with what Harry’d said; but I was also disgruntled by the boy from the bakery. What had prompted him to return the morphine? Was he someone I couldn’t trust?



”Are you alright now?” I questioned Chloe stroking her hair as she laid with her head in my lap. She’d been crying for a good four hours now and I feared that she wouldn’t stop. What harry had said had apparently really upset her and I didn’t know what to say to fix her feelings. Was there even anything I could say that would make her feel better? I had come to the conclusion that no matter what efforts I made Chloe wouldn’t feel better until things were made better between her and Harry. 


“Yes.” She whispered sitting up from her spot beside me, the weight of her head leaving my lap.



“Alright sweetie… I’ll just be in my room if you need me.” I smiled at her before pushing off of the couch walking to my bedroom. With a fluid motion I picked my purse up from the floor near my bedroom door and sat on my bed dumping the contents of my purse onto the duvet.

“Where is it?” I asked myself as I pawed through the contents of my bag. 



When I finally found the small bag containing the morphine (which I had taken out of the cigarette box and stuffed into my purse at lunch) I was quick to open it. “Chloe! Can you bring me a soda?” I questioned and held the bag tight in my hand while waiting for her to bring me a soda. 



“Here.” She placed the soda can in my outstretched hand and retreated from my room leaving the door half open behind her.



With a crack I popped to top of the soda can and held it tight between my legs; as I plucked three and a half pills from the bag. I placed them on my tongue and used the soda to wash it down. Taking a few large gulps I polished the soda off and tossed it at my waste bin, missing. 



Without hesitation I replaced everything into my purse and dropped it to the floor before snuggling into the duvet and pillows strewn around on my bed. “Mmm.” I purred. 



Before I got the chance to fall asleep I heard the door bell ring, signaling a visitor. With a huff I stood from my bed to get it when I heard Chloe yelling for me. “Samantha! It’s for you.”

My stomach twisted and I took a moment to compose myself. Who could be visiting me at this hour? Better yet, why? 



I fixed the loose tank top that I was wearing and walked to the door. Chloe was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest staring at a man. I looked at him for a second before it finally clicked.



Louis. The boy whom returned my morphine pills and cigarette box.


”What the hell are you doing here?” I snarled out crossing my arms under my chest giving him a contemptuous glare. 



“Hear me out.” He pleaded.



“You’ve got five minutes before you’ve got to leave, you aren’t welcome here.” And with that I turned on my heels and stalked back to my bedroom.

I could hear his heavy footfalls as he followed me.