|Chapter 8|Friendship|

                                    

                                          
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Sams P.O.V
                          

I look at my phone as I sit in bed.  I want to talk to someone.  I'm so uncontrollable here.  I told Emma about whats happened with Taylor.  She seems like she could maybe be a friend. I pick up my phone and bring up her number.
                          
Emma🥳
                          
Hay this is Sam
                          
Oh! Omg are you ok?
Why haven't you
been at work?
                          
I. Well thats what
I wanted to talk about. 
I'm at Taylor's
I got hurt and she 
helped
                          
Oh! She was asking 
about you so I was
curious.
                          
Taylor was asking about me? Why the fuck would she do that after I told her to fuck off.
                          
Are you free?
I want to get out
                          
No.  I have work
Don't you?
                          
Taylor won't let me.
The doctor said I
need to take a
week or two off
                          
Oh so your listening
to what Taylor tells
you to do now?
                          
It's not like that.
I need to take 
a break anyway.
                          
I'm sorry to cut you
off but I gotta go to
work.  I can meet up 
with you later, if you
still want
                          
That would be great
                          
I rest my back against the headboard and sigh.  A knock came at the door and Taylor peeks her head in.  She was in a work suit with her hair up in a bun. She is so pretty like that but an unease comes over me at the sight of her.
                          
"Hey, I'm going to work. I was wondering if you would go to dinner with me later" she asked.  I looked at the wall infront of me.  Can I be alone with her and be safe? I guess I was last night but she has a butler around.  I guess we would be in a public place. I guess I can't tell her no.
                          
"Sure" I choke out fumbling with my hands.  I bring me legs to my chest and rap my arms around them.  We sit in silence and I stare and the bed not daring to look.
                          
I feel the bed dip causing me to tense up. We sit for another moment and I finally look up at her.  She looks like she is biting her cheek so she won't mess up her make-up.
                          
"You aren't scare of my are you?" She asked looking at me with concern.  Her eyes look me over and I pull the bottom of my shirt down so she can't see my scars. 
                          
"N-no" I said having a familiar feeling like back when she interviewed me.  She was dressed pretty much the same and asked the same question. I know her better now, I think.  She met my eyes again looking stern.
                          
"Good.  I don't want you to feel like you have to hide. You can talk to me"  I look out the window and bite my tongue so I don't cry.
                          
"Your my boss Taylor, I shouldn't even be here." I mumbled hoping she didn't hear me.  This relationship, whatever it is, shouldn't have ever happened.  When I think about how it did all the events race through my head and I can't breathe, so I don't think about it. I look back at her to see if she heard, she looks hurt.