《i'm only human ♡ sam pottorff》chapter 27
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Ryn's pov
Sam's hands and my hands intertwined and he kissed my again. After the kiss I smiled. I smiled at all the joy I had back. There was no more heartache. Everything was finally okay. At least, that's what I hope. Sam and I were happy again, I don't want to change that. I want to remain happy with Sam. And let all the pain slip away.
"I'm glad I have you back." He smiled. Our foreheads touched.
"Me too." I spoke. He put his hand on my cheek and rubbed his thumb against my cheekbone.
"God you're beautiful." His words caused me to smile.
"Well, I sure hope so." We both laughed. The feeling of having him back was literally indescribable. I had the butterflies in my stomach. I could feel my heart smile. I actually smiled. I could say this thousands of times, that the feeling was indescribable. But, then I may annoy myself.
"Well, you are. And you forever be beautiful. And I will still love you when you are no longer young, but you will be beautiful." We both smiled.
"How can you be so sure?" I questioned.
"I'm not sure. But I mean look at that beautiful face. Even with wrinkles it'll still be gorgeous." Sam said while pinching my cheeks. I laughed at him and playfully pushed him away. He laughed as well.
"Where's Pre?" He asked.
"She's with her babysitter." I stated walking towards Sam and wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Oh." He laughed while he took my hand and spun me around. I held up my pointer finger and put on a love song call Penguin by Christina Perri. Odd title, but sweet song. Sam and I slow danced to the song with a few kisses in between. At the end we just stood in a spot and looked into each other eyes. He kissed me, but this kissed was a little more passionate. We got interrupted by Sam's phone ringing. It was Ava.
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"Hello shit head!" Nikki yelled as pushed me down. She sounded like a fifth grader, but way more aggressive.
"What the hell Nikki!?" I shouted as I stood back up and brushed myself off. Luckily Sam left to get Ava, so he won't think I'm lunatic .
"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you!" She hollered while punching me in the face.
"Nikki? What the fuck!" I screamed. Nikki had an angered face.
"I guess I forgot to mention that when you start to overcome depression, a Voice becomes living hell. And begin dying out and we take all of out anger out on the people who caused our pain." She spoke through her teeth while as glared at me. It was like I didn't hear any of her words besides, start to overcome depression.
"I'm overcoming depression?" I asked while smiling.
"Wipe that damn smile off your face!" Nikki said while she smacked me leaving a burning pain on my skin. "I wouldn't be so happy about that Ryn." She made a disguised face at the sound of her saying my name. Nikki ran toward me and wrapped her hands around my neck and squeezed my neck hard. My face became purple and I could barely breath. I thought she was going to kill me, but she soon let go and fell to the floor gasping for air. While I was sucking in the air, Nikki spoke.
"Be looking forward to that more often." She smacked me one last time except this time she scratched my cheek. My hand reached my cheek and I felt the blood fall down face onto the floor. I felt like crying but I held them back. I wasn't going to show my weakness to Nikki. She soon disappeared and I ran into the bathroom. I looked at the mirror. My cheek was bruised from Nikki's slap, I had three scratch marks, and my neck was bruised with her hand prints. I felt the lump in my throat grow bigger. She told me that this was going to happen more often. I couldn't deal with that.
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"Ryn! I'm back!" Sam shouted. I walked into the living room terrified of what they'll say about my face.
"Hey Sam and Ava." Ava and Sam both waved at me. Sam came towards me and pecked my lips.
"Hey beautiful." He said as he smiled. I gave him a confused look. He responded with the same look.
"What?" He laughed. I shook my head.
"Nothing." I stated. "But, is there anything on my face.?" I asked. Sam shook his head.
"Nope, you still have the same beautiful face as before." I ran back into the bathroom. Everything was still on my face.
"Are you lying?" I asked a little pissed off.
He chuckled. "No, why?" The chuckle became a face of concern. He looked me in the eye. "Ryn, are you okay?" Sam asked. Ava then came in with a worried look as well. I looked back in the mirror, still there.
"Do you swear you don't see anything?" I asked with a serious tone.
"Ryn, there's mirror right there." He turned me around facing the mirror once again. It was still on my face. "See, nothing." He stated.
"Ava?" I asked.
"There's nothing Ryn, sorry." Ava spoke. Was I imaging this? Am I insane? I looked in the mirror one last time. It was gone. The scratches, the bruises, everything, it was like it was never there. I shook my head and walked out of the bathroom. I felt insane once again. I had so much anger with everyone, even Sam, and he really didn't even do anything. Same thing with Ava. It was all Nikki. Was this apart of her plan to kill me? It had to be. It wasn't going to work. I'm not dying any time soon, I just got Sam back.
Sam came in the living room and sat beside me. "Is there something we need to talk about?" Sam questioned. I shook my head.
"I'm fine." I stated. He gave a signal to Ava telling her to leave so he and I could talk.
"What was that all about?" He asked.
"I said I was fine." I scold.
"That wasn't what I was asking. I asked what was that all about?" He asked again.
"I can't tell you." Sam rolled his eyes.
"Yes you can, you just don't want to." Sam spoke. He was right. I didn't want to because something that he can't see beat the hell out of me, and he could even see what she done.
"Yeah, I don't want to, so I'm not going to tell you." I stated again. I could tell that Sam was frustrated, but afraid of losing me again.
"Okay." He said pulling me into a hug. "I'm always going to be here when you need me. I love you Ryn."
"I love you too Sam."
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