The long road home

Aimee hates her life, her mother is in a psych ward, her dad spends all his time with his secretary and at school she is far from popular.

That is until she meets Samual.


5. Room for two?




Room for two?


I watched as Dad stepped into the car, he didn't look back, he didn't care.

I had come home at four to find him cooking dinner and singing along to an eighties tune we used to love. He'd smiled and asked how my day was in a meaningful sort of way. Over dinner he'd told be about an amazing holiday he'd organised, I was going to stay with an aunt in London while he was going to a beach resort with his company, "It'll be fun," he promised telling me about all the amazing things I would see.

What wasn't so fun was the argument that ensued.

"But what about Mum?" I didn't want to leave her behind for two weeks, "She needs us."

He had shaken his head "Aimee, It's only two weeks and trust me we both need a holiday," He smiled, "I'm sure she won't even notice we're gone".

That was probably the wrong thing to say to me, "She's your wife too" I said raising my voice. After that we hadn't talked, Dad packed and I sulked. His secretary pulled up next to the house. Dad walked through the door hopped into her car. They drove off, Dad didn't look back, didn't care.

Five minutes later, when I was lying on my bed with music streaming into my ears I heard the sound of another car pulling up, I turned the music up Dad had forgotten something and had come to get it.

Someone knocked on the door, confused I sit upright. Dad has keys and doesn't need to knock, who is it?

I open the door and standing on my doorstep, wearing a smile and a pair of black shades on his face is none other than Samual himself.

Surprised I slam the door shut again, what is he doing here? I thought I'd  ruined any chances with him for good, or was he here for an apology? What should I do? Maybe if I pretend I'm not here?

I hold my breath Sam continues standing outside, defiantly not going away, eventually he knocks again "Aimee are you there?"

I decide that Sam can't hate me any more than he already does so I open the door, perhaps it won't be so bad.  Sam smiles, I can't help but relax his grin is so warm.

He takes a step toward me and I take a step back, his smile disappears, "I brought something for you." He holds out my jersey, the one I'd been looking for, "You left it in my car, the other night."

"Oh," I say reaching out and taking it from him. "Thanks".

"You're welcome," he looks like he wants to say something more, but must decide against it. He turns and starts walking back to his car.

"Sam, I'm sorry." He turns around, his eyes meet mine. "I'm sorry all the horrible things I said," I feel tears beginning to form. "I was just so hurt, because everyone at my school thinks I'm a psycho and I really trusted you". My words begin to trail off as tears hit the lino. Sam rushes up the step's "What happened?"

"I'm sorry Sam I shouldn't have accused you. " He holds my arm.

"When did you accuse me?"

I sniff " The other night I rang your phone and I'm so sorry"

For a moment he looks confused, Then he laughs "Oh surely not".

I feel a bit annoyed, why is he laughing at me? "What are you laughing at?"

He just laughs even harder.


" But you can't have?" He laughs again.

"SAM!" I am defiantly not feeling like being laughed at.

He stops laughing but still has a smile plastered over his face. "That was the lifeline number!"

"The what?"

"You know they talk you out of jumping?"

I blush, of course he didn't give me his number.

He must have guessed what I was thinking, "I don't have a phone."

I know he's just being nice but I feel a little better anyway.

"So why were you angry at me for?" He asks.

"Well it was nothing to do with you really, you see," I launch into the story, describing how annoyed I'd been when Anastasia told me the whole school knew. How angry I'd been at him and the message I'd left at the number he'd given me. Sam laughed and frowned throughout. By the time I'd gone through it all it was getting cold.

"Do you want to come in?" I say sweeping my arm indoors.

Sam looks down at his watch, "I've got to go Aimee, I'm trying to get to Millport by tonight, and I don't want to drive too late."

"Are you going on holiday?"

"Yeah I guess you could call it that."

Where to?"

I don't have a specific direction to go, that's part of the idea but I'm heading south for sure. I want to visit a proper beach, where you can wear only shorts and still be hot."

I nod, I can see myself getting tanned on a golden beach, not one care in the world, other than what flavor ice-cream I want. "How long are you going for?"

"Three months give or take".

I try not to show my disappointment, school holidays only last two months. "What does your family think of the idea?"

"It doesn't matter what they think" He says shaking his head.

I'm surprised, I thought his family were close, but maybe there are some things that need to be decided alone... He looks at his watch impatiently and I make up my mind.

"So," I say drawing my O out "Is there room for two?"



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