by Amiee Louise
We ended up randomly wandering into some guy’s student house party just to get away from them. This guy was so happy that Bolt and Snake from Rancid Vengeance were at his party. They welcomed us, we did shots, took a lot of drugs, and we were completely off our faces. Brody won’t touch heroin because that’s what killed his mum, but I thought why not. I wanted to forget who I was for a while. I injected heroin that night, and I blacked out. The next thing I remember is coming around in the hospital with J.D. and the rest of the band at my bedside. Apparently, I overdosed that night. Jax scoured the streets looking for us, and we were followed as per usual. There was a photographer parked not too far away, and he led Jax to us—he found me just in time. I had my stomach pumped, and J.D gave me an ultimatum: go to rehab, or he was going to kick me out of the band. I chose rehab. I owed it to myself, my band, my family, and everyone around me who I had let down. The next day, I was flown to a rehab centre in Connecticut, I was twenty-two years old and going into rehab. I was fucking terrified. I was there for thirty days, and it changed my life around completely. It stopped me from spiralling further into that world. I owe Jax everything for finding me that night.”
I listen to his story intently and am shocked at the revelations Sam has revealed to me. I am relieved and glad that he is finally being totally honest with me. I snuggle closer to him, and he squeezes me tightly.
“I’ve wanted to tell you all this for a long time, but I was scared you’d run from me again. I kept putting it off. The more we got to know each other, the deeper I was falling in love with you. I know it’s selfish, but I didn’t want to ruin what we had by dragging up the past unnecessarily. I’m not a drug addict anymore, I swear, but Brody brings out the worst in me. It was stupid and careless of me to let you just walk in on us like that. I wasn’t thinking straight.”
I shake my head and put my finger to his lips to stop him from talking.
“Shhh, just take me to bed, baby, I need to feel your arms around me,” I whisper, and he smiles that familiar dazzling smile that I love so much. He takes me to bed, no other words needed.
The next morning, I wake before my alarm and surprisingly, before Sam, even though I don’t have to be at work until twelve. I pull on a white shirt of Sam’s and go out into the kitchen. I want to surprise Sam by cooking him breakfast. I turn on the iPod dock and listen to soft music, the distinctive sound of Hinder coming through the surround sound system, while I set about finding the ingredients for breakfast. I make bacon, scrambled eggs, and toast—I am not the best cook in the world, but I can make a mean breakfast! I am dancing around, singing, and playing air guitar in Sam’s kitchen when I hear his soft chuckle.
“Someone’s in a good mood this morning!”
I look up, embarrassed at being caught singing and dancing like a total loon.
“Good morning, angel, something smells good.”
He strides towards me and pulls me into his arms, kissing me gently on the lips.
“Good morning, handsome, I thought I’d surprise you.”
He smiles—even in the mornings he looks delicious. He is shirtless giving me a glimpse of his perfectly-sculpted muscles and tattoos. He is barefoot, and his hair is perfectly sleep mussed. He is wearing a loose-fitting pair of grey jogging bottoms that hang off his hips, revealing a perfect V on his lower abdomen.
“You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to.”
He perches himself on the worktop. “Is there anything I can do to help, angel?” he asks gruffly.
I take the warming plates out of the oven and place them on the worktop. I shake my head and plate up the food as Sam’s observes me carefully moving around his kitchen. I didn’t realise how hungry I was until my stomach growls in protest. I take the plates over to the table, and we sit opposite each other. Sam smirks as he takes a mouthful of food. I look at him expectantly, waiting for his reaction.
“Mmm, it’s really good.” Sam smiles.
“Whatever flips your pancake, babe.” I smirk, and he regards me intently.
“Do I flip your pancake then, angel?”
He sounds amused. I bite my lip seductively. I am sat in his kitchen, wearing my lacy black bra, a pair of sexy black French knickers, with Sam’s white shirt open, barefoot and comfortable.
“Don’t bite your lip please, baby, because I haven’t had you since Saturday night. I’ve been aching for you.”
He knows how much his voice affects me; he is doing this on purpose! I run my foot up the inside of his leg, teasing him. He gives me a knowing look, and I feign innocence. Two can play that game, Newbolt.
We finish our breakfast in a comfortable silence. After breakfast, we make slow, leisurely, sensual love on Sam’s silk sheets. Satiated and relaxed, we take an unhurried shower, and I dress for work. I am checking my reflection when Sam comes behind me, wraps his strong arms around my waist, and rests his head on my shoulder.
“You look gorgeous, baby,” he says as he kisses my neck.
“So do you, rock star.”
I wink and cuddle him tightly before grabbing my coat and bag ready to start my first week as shop manager at work. I kiss Sam goodbye, promising to meet him for lunch. Sam leaves with me, and we make our way to the parking garage. Sam blows me a kiss goodbye, jumps in his Porsche, and speeds out into the London traffic. I smile to myself, unlock my beloved car, jump in the driver’s seat, and crank up the stereo to get my morning shot of rock music. I am in the mood for a bit of Stone Sour and Corey Taylor’s dulcet tones blast through the stereo, and I sing along and begin my journey to work with a stupid grin plastered across my face. I’m in the best mood I have been in in a few days.
I drive to the exit, and the security gate automatically lifts up. Cole must have recognised my car on the CCTV. I am about to pull out of Sam’s parking garage, and a bus is coming in the opposite direction. I go to pump the brake, panicking when I realise that the car isn’t slowing down. I pump the brake more furiously.
“Come on,” I plead. My voice sounds hysterical, and I realise the car isn’t stopping. That’s when everything went black.
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