|Chapter 21|All to Well

                                    

                                          
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Sam's POV 
                          
It been 3 months since I left New York. I find that I have blocked it out completely and I can't remember why I left. I can't remember anyone or anything and it's weird.
                          
I have this shirt I don't remember ever buying. It's really big and comfortable.  Something about the smell is comforting.
                          
I'm calm, I don't feel upset anymore. I've gained 10 pounds and I'm at a decent weight now. I work at a McDonald's, not exactly what I want but it keep me busy.
                          
It's almost Thanksgiving and I asked for the week off to spend with my aunt. We weren't planning anything big since it's just us. She asked me what I wanted, so that's how we got sushi and chocolate milk for our menu.
                          
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The door creaks as it's pushed open. My aunt walks the stuff for dinner to the kitchen. I go to my room and change. I slip on the shirt not really paying attention to what it was.
                          
I sit messaging Emma while we wait for the rice, I can'trememberwhereI know this girl from. When it's done we make our rolls and bring them to the couch. I get rapped in my blanket, sushi in hand.
                          
My aunt picked up the remote and as if on queue the doorbell rang. I grunt annoyed earning a chuckle from her. She gets up and answers the door. I just want to watch a movie.
                          
"Sam?" I hear my aunt ask whoever was at the door. I pear over my shoulder at the door and she looks at me. She waves me over and I reluctantly get up.
                          
I walk over and look at the figure in the frame. A tall, thin, blinding blonde hair girl stood infront of us. I could feel my chest tighten and I froze. My aunt looks confused but before questions can be asked the girl has her arms rapped around me.
                          
I flinch at the contact and shake. I feel like I can't breathe. I feel my heart shatters as her scent fills my nose.  This is familiar, I hurt all of a sudden. 
                          
She finally let's go and I stand there stunned. This girl just showed up and hugged me and I don't have a fucking clue who she is.
                          
"Umm... who is this?" My aunt asks me. I look up at her blankly before turning my gaze to the floor.
                          
"I-i don't know" I whispered trying to remember, I can't control my shaking. She's here, I don't want her here.  I don't know why but I don't want her here.
                          
"S-sam come on, you know who I am" she says and I look up, completely blank.  It can't remember and it's making me mad. She looked at me kinda sad "it me, Taylor" she said quietly looking upset.
                          
The world froze instantly as everything came back to me.  I feel hot tears come to my eyes and I back up. Covering my mouth I look between her and my aunt. 
                          
I haven't been able to remember anything for the past months.  I remember it all, why is she here. I don't want her to see me like this.  I don't want her to have control.
                          
I stumbled backwords before rushing off to my room.  I slam the door and lean against it gasping for air.  The sounds coming out of me don't sound like my one.
                          
I feel dizzy and I stumbled forward, falling with a thud.  I curl up crying and covering my mouth while I rocked on the floor.
                          
I heard footsteps getting louder before the door was pushed open and slammed against the wall.
                          
"Oh my god" my aunt said and next next to me. I didn't feel her touch me. "I- whats happening?" She asked so confused and concerned.  I hadn't had an attack infront of her before; I hadn't told her either.
                          
The second pair of steps walk next to me. Taylor kneels near me causing me to freeze. I can't move anything.  "Here let me help" she said to my aunt.
                          
"Sam, it's ok hun." She said picking me up and holding me. My head was against her chest, her heart is beating really fast.  Her smell washes over me. I find myself still having trouble breathing.
                          
"Hey, you're ok." She whispered softly. She rocked us slowly and I found it relaxing.  I hate that I do but I can't deny that she keeps me calm.
                          
I feel my muscles relax as I support my full weight on her. We sit for a moment as I take deep breaths. 
                          
"I'm gonna go grab her some water" my aunt said. That leaves me and Taylor alone. I sit up facing away from her but still really close. Her arms fall off of me as I stare at the floor.
                          
"What are you doing here?"  I asked hoping she didn't hear me. She let out a sigh but didn't respond right away. "I missed you" she whispered, I could feel her breath on my neck.
                          
I clench my jaw trying not to just snap back, my aunt is in the house.  I look back at her not knowing what to say. I look at her face, she looked sad and tired. I missed her and I hate to say that. 
                          
"I-" my aunt opens the door and hands me a glass of water. I take it and turn away from Taylor again. "Well, as late as it is would you like to stay?" She asked Taylor.  I froze, my aunt only has one spare room and I'm in it. "Sure, that would be great" she said standing up.
                          
She offered me her hand. I look up at her and her eyes are begging me to take it. I do and she helps me up. I hold my glass with both hands and follow behind the other two.
                          
We sat in the living room.  I hugged my legs not saying anything. 
                          
"So how do you know sam Taylor?" My aunt asked. I quickly looked at Taylor as the air grew thick. We locked eyes and I begged her not to say anything. "I uh, we were friends before she left New York" she said, shyly smiling at me. "Oh, well I'm glad you could visit.  You seem to be a comfort to her" she said.
                          
I hate when people talk like I'm not right there. I'm not hungry anymore, I'm just tired. "I think I'm going to bed" I say standing up. "Would you help Taylor put her stuff in your room" my aunt asked.
                          
"Yeah"  I said and walked over to the door where her stuff sat. "Here let me help" Taylor said getting up. It was only one bag, so I rolled my eyes without knowing it. "I got it, it's just one fucking bag" I say blankly.
                          
As I leave the room I could feel them staring at me.  I don't care I'm in a bad mood right now. I pull Taylor's bag into my room ND set it down. Taylor walks in behind me but I pay her no mind.
                          
I was already in my pajamas so I just took my socks off and threw them somewhere on the ground.
                          
"Sam, can we talk" she asked.  I froze, I don't know why I'm so grumpy. I turn and glare at her. "About what" I say through my teeth. "About, well this" she said motioning between us "about us" she said quietly.
                          
"There is no us Taylor. There never should have been an us" I say quietly, crossing my arms infront of my chest.  I could see her hear fall. "Ease don't say you mean that" she says, stepping forward.
                          
"I do and I just want to go to bed" I say backing up and looking at the ground. I don't feel like sleeping in the same room as her tonight. I grabbed my blanket and left the room, closing the door harder than necessary.
                          
I lay down on the couch and cover myself up.  I fall asleep angry, thinking of everything that happened. I don't know what to do but I hate her.