Chapter Two

I parked my car on the side of the road, about ten blocks from the cahos. There was a big hill that Jack and I had or first kiss on. Up the hill, on the top, there was a cemetary. I knew this is where to check first because this is where he promised, right after he kissed me.

I climbed up the hill, spinning slowly and shouting his name. It was dark, black almost, but there was some faint light from the emergency cars and street lamps. If he was here, I would be able to see him. I turned around towrds my neighborhood, looking at the damage he did. I started to feel angry again. That could of been my house. My family. I knew he was trying to do it to my house. Part of me wanted to believe that they just said that it was his idea to the cops because, first of all, they hadnt found him yet, which is why he ran, and also because they were already in trouble for abusing me.

"Jack! Jack!" I kept screaming his name and scoping out the land. I was at the cemetary, now, and was almost standing where he promised. My eyes started to water. He wasnt here. He would of came out. I know him. It was too late. I didnt want to believe it. He needed to know. He needed to know that I love him.

Since I was here already, I decided to go up to my dads grave. It was pretty far back into the cemetary, by this apple tree. Thats how I know where he was burried. Every summer day, August 24th, the day he died, we come to pick some apples from the tree. I was making my way to the grave, more tears coming up. I heard some footsteps behind me, so I quickly turned, seeing only the cold air and graves. My hope was gone. He wasnt here. I cant tell myself that hes alive. I cant. I hurried to his grave. Faster, now, then someone called my name.

"Sammi," his voice was calm, but it still had a hint of worry. Probably for me. My heart raced and every nerve was bursting with energy. Hes here. He didnt die... yet.

"Jack?" I said and turned around.

Nothing. I was shot down again, as tears came flowing down.

"Sammi!" He screamed, just a little louder. I fallowed his voice. It was near some bush.

"Jack? Where are you? Stop playing with me! Please," I said.

"Sammi. Im not. Please. Find me. I cant die tonight. I cant get caught," he explained. It started to make sence. He was hiding from the cops. He didnt want to die.

"Sammi," he kept repeating for me to find him. I fallowed his voice, like planned. I kept fallowing it, getting closer and closer. I could feel it.

"Sammi," he said. I found him. He was behind a bush, like I thought. He looked horrible. His medium-toned skin was now covered in dirt and stuff. He looked like he has been hiding there for a week. His clothes were teared, his eyes were bloodshot, but you could still see his beautiful, deep green color. His dirty, blonde hair had a twig in it, and I was trying not to laugh. It looked funny, like someone in a movie that just fell out of a tree. I quickly got myself together.

"Jack, get out of there! Come here," I told him. He was hesitent, but then jumed out and hugged me. I stood there, letting him hug me, then he kissed my forehead and backed away. He was at least half sober. He still stunk, but he was acting normal.

"Im sorry! Sorry! I didnt know they were going to hurt you, Sammi! Im so sorry," he apologized. He looked at my nose. He must of forgot that his friend kicked me, or just didnt see it, because he wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling me against him.

"Jack," I said and pulled his hands off me. It was a sharp pain, like he just punched me. It stayed there after he let go.

"Oh, my God, Sammi! Im so sorry," he kept apologizing. I ignored it. I was about to kiss him, and tell him I love him, but then I remembered where we were.

"Jack!" I screamed, inturrupting his apologies. "Jack, you promised," I spat the words at him. His eyes were full of regret, sadness, and love all at the same time. His eyes were watering, just slightly.

"Oh, Sammi, I know! Im sorry! Please, forgive me." I just stared at him for a while, dazzled. He cant expect to hurt me like that, then just say hes sorry.

"Jack... you were trying to kill my family! Burn my house! You... you were trying to... trying to bring back-"

"Oh God! Sammi, no! No I would never do that to you! Im sorry if I did! Gosh... Im so sorry Sammi! I forgot-"

"Dont give me that s**t, Jack! Yes you were drunk, and only sixteen, but you also drove! you were in the car and didnt stop it! You drank, and you couldnt have forgoten your promise you made when you were fully sober," I said, tears rolling down my face. My dad had died from too much alchol. He was in the car, drunk, and flew into someones house. He died from the crash, too much alcohol, and killed two people. My mom got the call and cried for the first time in a long time. When she told me about my dad, I made a promise to have anyone I love, including my mom, to never drink and drive or drink under age. He broke both of them.

He was pushing his hands together, telling me that hes sorry, and he will miss me. His hair was falling over his eyes. He swept them away, revealing beads of sweat. I had no responce but to step forward and push my lips onto his because I know for a fact that he will die tonight and I love him. Mine crushed his with intensity, his holding their shape. I pulled away and took a deep breath. He was crying hystericly now, and I would of felt bad, but he deserved it. He broke promises, broke his friends, and his life.

A police car was getting closer and closer, maybe ten feet away. A car door slamed and Jack jumed. He looked scared. A shot came from the car, and he fell very... gallant. I pushed my lips to his cheek, leaving several shed tears and a dark red lip mark.

"I love you, Jack Smith."

He looked... dead. I left him there, and walked towards my car. He was gone.

"Miss," someone said. I slowly turned and a cop, the one that killed him, was looking at me. When he saw my face, his eyes got wider and he looked suprised.

"Your... Samantha Wallas, right?" He asked, lips pulling up at the end.

"Yes," I said. My voice was flat and dead. There was no emotion at all.

"Can I take you back to the police office to ask some questions?" His voice was very anxious, waiting for my responce, like I was some question that needed an answer.

"No," I said, same tone as before and walked away. No one stopped me.

Author's Note

Please comment and ignore grammer!

Reviews

[Ki]

You are very goods with details, my dear!
I'm still wondering about sammi. We don't know much about her except for she is reckless and a bit stupid in fact