Tre, The Lion You Bought Me Is My Most Favorite Thing In The world...Yeah Right. No It Is..., chapter 2
Tre's POV
I woke up the next morning with Sam still on me. I could feel her breathing. I lifted her slowly and put her down on the bed. She still had the little stuffed tiger clenched in her arms. I think I should dump Dookie. I know I've only been going out with her for a month but still. What she said yesterday was kind of cold and heartless. Oh well. I'll dump her later on. I went back home and in my room were Dookie and two HUGE guys sitting on my bed.
"Tre, have a seat," she said. "This is Derek and John," she said introducing me to the guys on my bed. "Okay. Let's get down to business. I'm gonna say it straight forward and not make some big lecture. You dump me, and I'll get these guys to fuck you up. I want you to stop seeing 'Samantha'. She's holding you back and she's keeping you away from me. You don't wana fuck me anymore because she's got you so low," she said lighting a cigarette.
"You can't smoke in my room. My parents will kick my ass," I told her.
"Too bad. Deal with it," she said coldly.
"Do I make myself clear Tre?" she asked.
"Sam's my best friend. I can't not see her anymore. I wrote her a note saying that I would never leave her," I said feeling my eyes tear up.
"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT," she said loudly.
"The whore is keeping you away from me. I don't want you around her," she said blowing smoke into my face.
"Dookie. I can't do that," I said getting up, tears rolling down my cheeks.
I was about to my bedroom door when I felt someone grab my wrist and twist it. It hurts so bad that I got down on my knees and clenched my teeth in pain.
"Do I make myself clear now?" she asked.
"Fuck you!" I yelled.
I felt her put out the cigarette on the back of my leg that made me yell in pain even louder.
"Do I make myself clear?" she asked grabbing me by the hair on the back of my neck ad pulling my head up.
"Fine," I said.
She let go and so did the other guy. Then they left. I ran over to my dresser, pulled out a pen and paper, and wrote on it. I'll come back for you. I promise. I ran over to Sam's house as fast as I could. I went in her room and slipped the note under her hand.
"I love you Samantha with all my heart," I said then kissed her cheek.
Apparently they had seen me run over to Samantha's and give her the note, because that night they snuck into my room and broke all the fingers on my left hand. We went to the hospital and got my fingers fixed up. A week later I went over to Sam's. I was only on her doorstep giving her brother a note for her to read and asking how she was doing.
"She's speaking, we took her to the doctors office to get her stitches out," her brother, Sean, told me.
"But the only things she'll say are where's Tre, how is Tre, I want Tre, Tre, Tre, Tre. All she talks about is you. I read the note you gave her. About how you're new girlfriend won't let you see her. That's bullshit dude. You know that that's bullshit," Sean said.
"I know. But they're serious about it. They broke my fingers," I told him.
"Well. If you need anything just tell me," he said.
"Okay," after that we hugged and I left.
That night I went downstairs to get some water we had in jug in our fridge. I woke up in a hospital. Apparently they broke into my house, and put sleeping pills in all of the food and drinks in an attempt to murder me for seeing her. I had to fess up to the cops about everything. They kept me in the hospital. As far as I know the next morning they were on the local news and being tried as adults for attempted murder. Sean came in the next day. He said that Sam was hysterical. All night she was bawling like crazy and repeating Tre over and over again. They said she hadn't been asleep for 28 hours now, they had been keeping track of the hours, and she was still crying and calling my name. The next day I went over to Sam's as soon as they let me out. I ran up to her doorstep and knocked on the door. I hadn't seen her for two weeks now. They let me in and I ran down to her room. I stopped outside her door and listened to her. She was crying so hard she sounded like a little kid holding one note and being bounced on someone's knee. She was hiccupping uncontrollably and taking big gasps of air and crying my name and nothing else. It sounded like she had her face buried in a pillow because her sobs, hiccups and moaning sounded muffled. I opened the door slowly. She didn't look up. She just kept crying.
"Sam," I said.
She looked up. I walked over to her bed and sat down. I held her in my arms and let head cry into my chest. After a while we were both under the covers. She was lying down and I was propped up on one elbow stroking her hair, making her slowly fall asleep.
"I was so scared you died," she whispered half asleep.
"It's okay. I'm her," I told her.
I lay down next to her and wrapped my arms around her. She rolled over on her side and wrapped her arms around me tight as she could and cuddled up to me as close as she could.
"I love you Tre," she said.
"I love you too. I told you I'd come back for you."
Then we fell asleep with an old 50's movie with Marilyn Monroe in it called Something's Got to Give.
I woke up the next morning to the smell of breakfast. I was hungry. Sam was still cuddled close to me with her arms wrapped around me.
"Samantha. Sam. Wake up,' I whispered.
She woke up and looked at me.
"I had a scary dream Tre."
"Yeah. About what?" I asked stroking her hair.
"You died and I was at you're funeral. But you popped out of you're casket and you're wonderful blue eyes were gone and you looked right at me and stared at me. I was so scared."
"Well. Are my eyes still in their sockets?" I asked her.
"Yeah."
"Are they still blue?"
"Yeah."
"Okay then," I said kissing her in the forehead.
My stomach grumbled because I was so hungry.
"Whoa! You're tummy is talking to me!" she said going under the covers, lifting up my shirt, and putting her head on my stomach.
"You're stomach is really soft Tre," she said from under the covers.
"Thank you."
"It's muscly too."
"Why thank you."
She pulled my shirt back down over her head.
"I'm really hungry Sam. I'm gonna go get some food," she said.
"No! Let me do it!"
She jumped out from under the covers and took her white lion I gave her with. She came back in a few minuets with two plates full of scrambled eggs, bacon, pancakes, and hash browns. She climbed back under the covers and handed me a plate and fork. I started eating. She ate too and put her white lion under her shirt.
"My lion you gave me is one of my most favorite things in the world."
I laughed.
"No really it is." She said looking at me seriously.
She set down her food on my lap and went over to her dresser. She first showed me what was in two shoeboxes. There were all the notes I had ever written her. She showed me a photo album that had pictures of us in it. There was one of us at a school dance before her and I dropped out. I had asked her to go to the dance with me just as friends as we did every school dance that was informal we ever had. I remembered that she wore a black, strapless, and 50's Marilyn Monroe type dress with small white polka dots all over it. Sam was a really sexily curved girl. It hard not to get some nasty thought in you're head of get aroused just looking at her. She had a pack on her stomach (like a 6 pack except like a thing of muscle in the middle.) which made her look even more sexy, She was short, curvy as hell, perfect boobs, perfect ass, perfectly skinny and muscly for a girl, awesome crazy dyed hair and a cute face. She was cheeky, perfect teeth, perfect nose and big blue eyes.
After a while we decided that we'd go take a walk. The first time Sam would go outside after the whole incident. We were walking down the street and Sam said she felt like going back home. We went back to her house and watched TV for the rest of the day.
I woke up the next morning with Sam still on me. I could feel her breathing. I lifted her slowly and put her down on the bed. She still had the little stuffed tiger clenched in her arms. I think I should dump Dookie. I know I've only been going out with her for a month but still. What she said yesterday was kind of cold and heartless. Oh well. I'll dump her later on. I went back home and in my room were Dookie and two HUGE guys sitting on my bed.
"Tre, have a seat," she said. "This is Derek and John," she said introducing me to the guys on my bed. "Okay. Let's get down to business. I'm gonna say it straight forward and not make some big lecture. You dump me, and I'll get these guys to fuck you up. I want you to stop seeing 'Samantha'. She's holding you back and she's keeping you away from me. You don't wana fuck me anymore because she's got you so low," she said lighting a cigarette.
"You can't smoke in my room. My parents will kick my ass," I told her.
"Too bad. Deal with it," she said coldly.
"Do I make myself clear Tre?" she asked.
"Sam's my best friend. I can't not see her anymore. I wrote her a note saying that I would never leave her," I said feeling my eyes tear up.
"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT," she said loudly.
"The whore is keeping you away from me. I don't want you around her," she said blowing smoke into my face.
"Dookie. I can't do that," I said getting up, tears rolling down my cheeks.
I was about to my bedroom door when I felt someone grab my wrist and twist it. It hurts so bad that I got down on my knees and clenched my teeth in pain.
"Do I make myself clear now?" she asked.
"Fuck you!" I yelled.
I felt her put out the cigarette on the back of my leg that made me yell in pain even louder.
"Do I make myself clear?" she asked grabbing me by the hair on the back of my neck ad pulling my head up.
"Fine," I said.
She let go and so did the other guy. Then they left. I ran over to my dresser, pulled out a pen and paper, and wrote on it. I'll come back for you. I promise. I ran over to Sam's house as fast as I could. I went in her room and slipped the note under her hand.
"I love you Samantha with all my heart," I said then kissed her cheek.
Apparently they had seen me run over to Samantha's and give her the note, because that night they snuck into my room and broke all the fingers on my left hand. We went to the hospital and got my fingers fixed up. A week later I went over to Sam's. I was only on her doorstep giving her brother a note for her to read and asking how she was doing.
"She's speaking, we took her to the doctors office to get her stitches out," her brother, Sean, told me.
"But the only things she'll say are where's Tre, how is Tre, I want Tre, Tre, Tre, Tre. All she talks about is you. I read the note you gave her. About how you're new girlfriend won't let you see her. That's bullshit dude. You know that that's bullshit," Sean said.
"I know. But they're serious about it. They broke my fingers," I told him.
"Well. If you need anything just tell me," he said.
"Okay," after that we hugged and I left.
That night I went downstairs to get some water we had in jug in our fridge. I woke up in a hospital. Apparently they broke into my house, and put sleeping pills in all of the food and drinks in an attempt to murder me for seeing her. I had to fess up to the cops about everything. They kept me in the hospital. As far as I know the next morning they were on the local news and being tried as adults for attempted murder. Sean came in the next day. He said that Sam was hysterical. All night she was bawling like crazy and repeating Tre over and over again. They said she hadn't been asleep for 28 hours now, they had been keeping track of the hours, and she was still crying and calling my name. The next day I went over to Sam's as soon as they let me out. I ran up to her doorstep and knocked on the door. I hadn't seen her for two weeks now. They let me in and I ran down to her room. I stopped outside her door and listened to her. She was crying so hard she sounded like a little kid holding one note and being bounced on someone's knee. She was hiccupping uncontrollably and taking big gasps of air and crying my name and nothing else. It sounded like she had her face buried in a pillow because her sobs, hiccups and moaning sounded muffled. I opened the door slowly. She didn't look up. She just kept crying.
"Sam," I said.
She looked up. I walked over to her bed and sat down. I held her in my arms and let head cry into my chest. After a while we were both under the covers. She was lying down and I was propped up on one elbow stroking her hair, making her slowly fall asleep.
"I was so scared you died," she whispered half asleep.
"It's okay. I'm her," I told her.
I lay down next to her and wrapped my arms around her. She rolled over on her side and wrapped her arms around me tight as she could and cuddled up to me as close as she could.
"I love you Tre," she said.
"I love you too. I told you I'd come back for you."
Then we fell asleep with an old 50's movie with Marilyn Monroe in it called Something's Got to Give.
I woke up the next morning to the smell of breakfast. I was hungry. Sam was still cuddled close to me with her arms wrapped around me.
"Samantha. Sam. Wake up,' I whispered.
She woke up and looked at me.
"I had a scary dream Tre."
"Yeah. About what?" I asked stroking her hair.
"You died and I was at you're funeral. But you popped out of you're casket and you're wonderful blue eyes were gone and you looked right at me and stared at me. I was so scared."
"Well. Are my eyes still in their sockets?" I asked her.
"Yeah."
"Are they still blue?"
"Yeah."
"Okay then," I said kissing her in the forehead.
My stomach grumbled because I was so hungry.
"Whoa! You're tummy is talking to me!" she said going under the covers, lifting up my shirt, and putting her head on my stomach.
"You're stomach is really soft Tre," she said from under the covers.
"Thank you."
"It's muscly too."
"Why thank you."
She pulled my shirt back down over her head.
"I'm really hungry Sam. I'm gonna go get some food," she said.
"No! Let me do it!"
She jumped out from under the covers and took her white lion I gave her with. She came back in a few minuets with two plates full of scrambled eggs, bacon, pancakes, and hash browns. She climbed back under the covers and handed me a plate and fork. I started eating. She ate too and put her white lion under her shirt.
"My lion you gave me is one of my most favorite things in the world."
I laughed.
"No really it is." She said looking at me seriously.
She set down her food on my lap and went over to her dresser. She first showed me what was in two shoeboxes. There were all the notes I had ever written her. She showed me a photo album that had pictures of us in it. There was one of us at a school dance before her and I dropped out. I had asked her to go to the dance with me just as friends as we did every school dance that was informal we ever had. I remembered that she wore a black, strapless, and 50's Marilyn Monroe type dress with small white polka dots all over it. Sam was a really sexily curved girl. It hard not to get some nasty thought in you're head of get aroused just looking at her. She had a pack on her stomach (like a 6 pack except like a thing of muscle in the middle.) which made her look even more sexy, She was short, curvy as hell, perfect boobs, perfect ass, perfectly skinny and muscly for a girl, awesome crazy dyed hair and a cute face. She was cheeky, perfect teeth, perfect nose and big blue eyes.
After a while we decided that we'd go take a walk. The first time Sam would go outside after the whole incident. We were walking down the street and Sam said she felt like going back home. We went back to her house and watched TV for the rest of the day.
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