Samual: The Power Project - Chapter Three

                                    

                                          
"Holy shit, Sammie. You're floating. Dad is going to kill you," Matthew growled. My eyes flickered open on the silent count of three, and I tumbled into the air. My eyes shot to the ground, nine feet below me, and I gulped. 
"What the fuck am I supposed to do?" I snapped at Matthew. Alexander watched me while he faked shock. Matthew shuffled in front of the doorway, peering out and guarding it so nobody else could wander in. 
"How the bloody fuck did this happen, Samual," Alexander roared. As if he didn't know. He was the son of a bitch who did this to me. Well, part of it. I hadn't seen Alex for two years, and suddenly, he was here, standing in my hospital room, watching me hover nine feet above the ground.
"I-I..." I couldn't be honest with Matthew, who was listening too. I felt uneasy not telling him the truth. "I don't know," I lied to him.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Sam?" Matthew growled. "Dad is going to lose his shit."
"Hey, stranger." A knock on the opening of the hospital room doorway startled us. My eyes fluttered as I focused on Danielle standing in a hospital gown with a teddy bear dressed as Superman in her arm and a balloon that read, "Get well soon," before I plummeted from the sky to the bed below. 
"Sam?! Were you, uh—" Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at me.
   My mouth gaped open, surprised to see her standing there. "Dani?" My brother moved out of the way, and she rushed over to my bedside, getting under the sheets next to me and wrapping her arms around my muscular torso. 
   I stroked her hair out of her face as she leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. Fireworks danced around us, and I almost started floating again, but Danielle kept me grounded. 
"Hey," I whispered to her. I couldn't help smiling. I was a fool in love, and she loved me back. Finally, Matthew cleared his throat, snapping the two of us out of our gaze. 
"Hey, Matthew," Danielle smiled at him. Then she glared at Alexander, saying nothing to him. What the fuck did my brother do to her? Where was Dexter? 
"Where is Dexter?" I muttered out loud. 
"Dex is a few doors away. I visited him too, but I wasn't sure you were here, Sam." I leaned in, shifted her chin toward my lips, and kissed her softly. 
"I'm right here, Dani, and I'm not going anywhere." I looked at her before our eyes shifted to Alexander. 
"Maybe we should go somewhere else," Matthew said, alleviating the tension in the room. Alex stood before storming into the hospital hallway while Matthew left us together. 
"What happened, Danielle? I thought I had lost you for a moment."
"I thought you would say something about Alexander to Matt." She dug her face into my neck and snuggled into me. "Someone needs to stop him," she said, her voice muffled as she pressed her forehead against my shoulder. 
"I can't, Dani," I said. 
"Why?" she asked me. 
"He'll kill you, Dex, or me. He could kill all of us. I don't want to risk it." Suddenly she lifted her head, her blue eyes watching me. 
"Are you going to tell your dad? He is the chief, after all." 
"He'll kill us," I said, running my fingers up and down her delicate spine. 
"Sam, please. Please," she begged. I shook my head and readjusted myself on the bed. 
"He'll kill us." 
"Sam, I—" She hesitated, taking a deep breath. "I'm pregnant. Alexander made me do it. It's yours." My breath caught in my throat. She was pregnant. This did it for me. I roared deeply, anger building from within. 
"What did he do?" I grunted at her, guilt eating me alive. 
"He took your, you know, and planted it inside me while they knocked you out. You've been out for six and a half months, Sam." She pulled up her shirt and showed me her baby bump. I stared for a moment, unsure if I should touch her. I didn't want to upset her. We already went through enough hell. 
Tears fell from her eyes as she got comfy in my arms. "Sam, what are we going to do? We can't have a baby. We're only sixteen. My dad will kill me..." she trailed off, her warm body relaxing in my arms as I held her.
"I'll figure something out," I told her. Matthew and Henry were also due with a baby in a few months. I didn't know what I was going to do, either.
   She grabbed my palm as if reading a delayed thought and guided my hand to her bump. "Six months. That's a while." I muttered, shifting my hand to her stomach. 
"I didn't want to name her without you by chance. I would get to see you again." 
"Her?" I asked, my eyebrows knitted together. 
"Yeah, her," she answered, pressing her hand against mine. Dexter walked through the door in a hospital gown and stared at Danielle's baby bump. 
"Whoa. When did you guys, uh," He scratched his neck in confusion. "When did you guys have time to fuck and make a..." He paused, staring at Danielle, then at me. "Congratulations." he finally said. 
   Suddenly, Matthew barreled through the door. "Alex left, and he told me to tell you..." his bulging eyes landed on Danielle's baby bump. "Whoa, you are in so much trouble, Sammie." 
"I know," I admitted, my eyes turning to the floor. Danielle pulled her shirt down, and I slipped my hand away from her stomach. 
"I'll make sure not to say anything to Dad. He's already mad at Sasha and me." The room had no sound, but chaos unfolded outside the doorway.
"Thanks," I gave a weak grin, nodding at him. 
"No problem," He said. "I'll pick you up when they release you later." 
"Got it," I replied. The awkward silence filled the room again. Then Matthew left. 
Dexter wandered over to the opposite side of the room, snuggling on the bed. "We're in so much trouble," Dexter noted, getting comfy beside me. 
"Yeah, no shit," Danielle said. The three of us broke into laughter. "Let's agree never to leave each other." 
"You two have a baby on the way. I don't want to get involved." 
   I scoffed. "Oh, come on, Dex. When has that ever stopped you?" I said. Then I gestured to him in bed with us. 
"Fine," He huffed. Dexter reached his fist out in front of me. "Fists out?" Danielle and I simultaneously put our fists out, pressed against each other. "Here's to friends—" 
"—and always having each other back," Danielle added. 
"On the count of three..." I began the count. "One. Two..." We counted together. "... THREE..." We threw our hands in the air. 
It was only the beginning of my story. I had superpowers, a baby on the way with the girl of my dreams, and best friends who agreed never to leave each other no matter what, except some things never worked out as planned. Most times, it's a fantasy, but life is unexpected, and you never know what will happen next.