I left you everything I had. It’s not much, but it was mine. The house, which your dad built me for my wedding present, my SUV, and your dad’s old hot rod that he got from my father when we got married.
Last but not least, I love you, Samantha. I just wanted you to be free. Once you’re a mother, you see the world differently. You have to think for two people. First for your child, then for yourself. Your father and I always put you first, and I know you will do the same. You will be a wonderful mother who will one day understand why I did what I did.
I could never tell you enough how much I love you. I loved you then, and I love you still. My love is so powerful for you that it will not end with my death.
Now, go on and live your life. Love Slade with everything you have. He loves you, he told me so, but I didn’t have to hear him say it. I could tell in the way he looked at you. The way he spoke of you. That man is madly in love with you. I know that you love him too.
Don’t be scared of love, Samantha. It’s a beautiful thing.
Love always, Mom
I lay the note down next to me on the bed, along with the pictures. I’m sobbing, and I’m having trouble breathing. I am mentally drained, and emotionally a disaster.
I slide to the floor, sitting on glass and whatever else I have broken. I feel a few bites into my leg, but I don’t care. I welcome the pain; it tells me I’m not numb to everything. I curl up in the fetal position, wishing Slade was here. I need to tell him I love him.
I cry harder than I have ever knew someone could. I now know she loved me. She made the biggest selfless act to let me go and live my life. I just wish she would have let me do the same and stayed with her. I’ll never get that chance to show her how much I love her.
She’s gone.
I pace the entryway of my house.
It’s past five and she’s not here. I’ve been calling her over the last two hours. Where the hell could she be? I’ve called Josh, Holly and my mom, but no one has heard from her.
“Hello?” I say to Josh as I answer my phone.
“Hey man. I know where she’s at.” He sounds weary.
“Thank God. Where is she?” I say, picking up my keys. Wherever she is, I’m going to get her then bring her back here so we can get on the road.
“She’s in Tulsa,” he says reluctantly.
“What?” I bark. She went without me?
“I called Courtney. She had no idea about what was going on with Sam’s mom, and said she would run by their house. She just called me back. Said she found Sam in her mom’s room, curled up in a ball crying. Guess her mom has already passed,” he says sadly.
“She died? When did she die? Angel and I was just with her this morning.” How did all this happen? Why didn’t she call me?
“Yeah. That’s what Courtney said. I don’t know much. Just something about a note Courtney read. Oh, and she found Sam’s phone smashed to pieces. Said her mom’s bedroom had been trashed. Guess Sam destroyed it.”
“Okay,” I sigh. Poor Angel. “I’m going to head to the airport. I need to be in Tulsa now.” I walk out the garage door heading to my car.
“Is there anything you need me to do?”
“Not that I can think of right now. I’m sure we will be there for a while, though.” I look to back out of the garage.
“Well, just let me know. Whatever you or Sam needs, man. I’ll do it.”
“Thanks, Josh.”
We hang up.
The only good thing about Tulsa being so close is that they fly frequently back and forth. I sit at a terminal, bouncing my knees as I run a hand over my face. I cannot believe what is happening. Why didn’t she call me? Why would she want to even go without me?
I hear them call my flight and I jump up, practically running to the gate. I don’t know why; it’s not like it’s going to make them take off any faster. I find my seat and close my eyes.
I hope Angel is okay. I hope that she knows I’m here for her, and that she doesn’t have to take this on by herself. I would never leave her. If my love for her has taught me anything, it’s that love is not always perfect, and I’m not about to walk away from her because it gets hard.
Courtney meets me as soon as I walk inside Angel’s mom’s house.
“Slade. I don’t know if she needs to go to the hospital, or if she just needs to sleep. Yeah, sleep. Maybe a sleeping pill. I don’t know what is wrong.” She’s talking fast and her eyes are as wild with fear.
“Slow down.” I place my hands on her shoulders. “What’s wrong?”
She takes a deep breath “Sam. She won’t move. She is still in the same spot she was when I found her. Every time I touch her, she starts screaming at me to leave, so I’ve stayed in the living room. In the silence, and all I’ve heard is her crying. I thought she would cry herself to sleep, but she hasn’t. You have to help her, Slade. Something is wrong.” She is breathing heavy and clearly panicking.
Of course something’s wrong. Her mom has died.
“I’ll go talk to her. It will be okay.” I walk to the room and knock on the door. She doesn’t say anything, but I do hear her crying softly.
“Angel.” I push the door open. She is laying on the floor just like Courtney had said, on her side with her head tucked to her knees. My heart drops to my stomach to see her like this. Why did she want to come alone and not with me?
I walk over to her as my shoes step on cracked glass. I bend down slowly and place my hand on her arm. She jumps up off the floor and looks up at me. I have never felt such a loss for hope until I look in her eyes.
“Angel, tell me what happened,” I say, taking a step to her. She takes a step back. Those eyes still looking as if I was the most horrible person in the world, it is alarming. “Please, Angel.” I take a smaller step. She mimics it. “Has something happened to you? Physically?”
I look around the room to see she has destroyed everything. It breaks my heart that I wasn’t here for her. Maybe she hurt herself in the process. I look her up and down, and I notice she has a tiny bit of dried blood on her jeans. I put my hands out in front of me. Her legs are now pressed up against the bed, so there’s nowhere for her to go. I move toward her with my hands still up. I don’t want her to think I will hurt her. She looks like she’s terrified of me. I take another step towards her, and she starts punching my chest. I try to push my body into hers to block the blows, but she pushes me back with her fists.
“Don’t touch me!” she screams as she continues to punch at my chest and try to push me out of her way. “Don’t touch me!” she cries out as she starts to sob.
Her sobbing slows her motions and I finally grab a hold of one wrist and spin her around, grabbing her other wrist and pinning her arms to her chest with her back to my front. Her body shakes.
“Shh. It’s okay, Angel. It’s going to be okay.” I try to calm her down as she cries.
“She’s dead!” she chokes out.
I feel her legs give out and I fall to the floor, pulling her into my lap. I wrap my arms around her and hold on tight as I start rocking us back and forth.
“She’s dead,” she says again as her body continues to shake.
My throat tightens and my eyes start to sting. I blink a few times, letting the tears fall. I want to wipe them away, to be strong for her, but I refuse to let her go. She needs me right now.
. “I know, Angel. I’m so sorry,” I rasp. Another tear runs down my cheek as I try to sooth her. I run my hand down her hair. “I’m right here,” I continue, running my hand down her hair
“I’m sorry,” she sobs. “Please don’t leave me.” She grabs a fistful of my shirt.
My chest tightens. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving you.” I try to clear the tightness in my throat.
“You came for me,” she continues sobbing.
“Of course I did, Angel.” I kiss her hair. “I belong wherever you are.” I can’t hold the tears back as they slowly fall down my cheeks. I grip her tightly as she buries
her head in my chest and cries. I lean my cheek down onto her head. “I’m here. I won’t let you go.”
I want her to quit running from me, I want her to realize how much I fucking love her. I would give my own life for her if that meant she didn’t have to feel what she feels right now.
She cries until I think she has nothing left. I have no idea how long we sit on the floor, but I feel her body stop shaking and her cries grow quieter. I just continue to hold her as I say soothing things and lightly rock us back and forth, reassuring her I’m not leaving. I finally look away from Angel once I know she is asleep and look up to the door. Courtney is standing there, tears rolling down her cheeks. I don’t know how long she’s been standing there, but I know her heart is breaking for her friend just like mine is.
I stand up, lifting Angel in my arms in the process, and carry her off to her room. I lay her down and cover her with a blanket. I stand there, looking at her for a few minutes. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “I love you.” I reach up and brush a tear from my eye. I wish we were in different circumstances and that she was awake to hear me say those three words, but we’re not.
I turn and walk back to her mom’s room where Courtney is cleaning stuff up. “Here, let me help you.” I pick up a broken clock up off the floor.
She shakes her head and hands me a piece of paper. “You should read this.”
I nod and unfold the two pieces of paper.
I sit the letter down on the bed speechless. I still don’t see why she did what she did.
If I was dying, what would I do?
“Her phone is shattered. I’m guessing she threw it at the mirror.” She hands me the phone, pulling me away from my thoughts.
“Yeah,” I sigh. “She must have felt so alone. I wonder how she found out she had passed?”
“I don’t know. Like I said, she wouldn’t give me any information.” She puts her head down.
“I’ll call and add her to my plan and get her a new phone.” I sigh. If only every problem in life was that easy to fix.
“I think I should come back to St. Louis with you guys. You can’t keep taking time off work, and there’s no telling how long she will feel this badly.”
“Okay. I want her to stay at my place, though. I have four extra bedrooms. You can stay there if you want.”
“Thanks. I want to help you with her. I know she’s upset with her mom dying, but it’s the guilt that’s killing her.” She turns to pick the glass up off the floor.
“What do you mean? What guilt? The guilt from not being here the last five years?”
“No,” she shakes her head slowly. “The guilt from yelling at her. She was mumbling about how she was sorry she just left and didn’t listen. That she would have stayed instead of going back to St. Louis.” She comes to sit next to me on the bed.
I put my head in my hands. “This may be worse than I thought.” If I know Angel, she hates herself right now.
“My thought exactly.”
We sit there in silence for a few minutes, then decide to cook something for dinner.
Courtney makes some soup, and I take a bowl up to Angel’s room. I open the door to find her sitting up in her bed with her back against the headboard.
“Angel?”
She turns her head to me slowly as her eyes settle on mine. I get a chill up my back at how empty they look.
“Are you hungry?” I go to sit next to her. She slowly shakes her head no. “Courtney made some potato soup. It’s pretty good.” I lightly touch her face. She’s like a timid cat that I don’t want to run away. She shakes her head no again.
I try to rack my brain with what I could do to soothe her. “Would you like to take a hot bubble bath?’’ I know she loves those. She doesn’t shake her head no, so I take that as a yes.
“I’ll go start you a bath.” I get up and go to her bathroom that connects to her bedroom. She has a big round bathtub that we could both fit in, but I’ll just let her take one by herself. Once I’ve got her water ready, I turn to go get her. When I turn around she is already standing there undressing.
Hmm…good sign.
I grab her hand and help her get in the tub as I grab the soap and a sponge. I just want her to sit and relax while I wash her. She stays silent as I wash her legs, chest and arms. The more time that goes by, the more worried I get. How long can she stay silent for?
I stand and reach over for a towel. I take her hand and help her stand, then wrap the towel around her. She walks past me into the bedroom without saying a word. I don’t know what to do for her. Does she just need some rest?
I walk into the bedroom and see her sitting on the end of her bed. She turns her face to me as tears run down her face. I walk over to her and kneel down in front of her. “I’m so sorry,” she whispers as the tears continue to fall.
I reach up and wipe them away. “You have nothing to be sorry about, baby.”
She nods her head. “I should have told you this a long time ago.” She closes her eyes. I stare at her not knowing what she means, but I’m not going to interrupt whatever she has to say.
She opens her eyes “Slade,” she sighs.
“Yes Angel?’ I see her eyes go soft as a smile tug at the corner of her lips. I reach up, wiping away her tears. “I love you.” She smiles, and I realize they are happy tears.
I feel my heart pounding so hard against my chest that I think it’s going to explode.
She loves me.
I could hear her say that to me a thousand times over, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
She loves me.
And I’m in love with her.
I place my hands on either side of her face. “I love you, Angel.” I give her a soft, slow, intimate kiss. When I pull away, she has a sad smile on her face. “I’m sorry,” she repeats.
“What are you sorry for?” I run the back of my hand down her soft cheek.
“I didn’t tell you sooner. I tried to keep it a secret.” She shakes her head lightly. “I didn’t want you to see how much you could hurt me.” She whispers looking down at her hands that rest in her lap. “I love you.” She looks back up to me. “I need you to know how much I love you. Please don’t leave me,” she whispers, looking back down.
“What you have been through is undescribable.” I place my fingers under her chin, pulling her face up so I can see into those beautiful green eyes. “Don’t be sorry, Angel. I would have waited a lifetime to hear you say that to me. I’m not going to leave you, Angel. You are my forever and I’m never going to let you go.”
She awards me with a soft smile.
“Angel.” I swallow hoping that what I am about to say doesn’t ruin this moment. “When we get back to St. Louis, I want you to move in with me. I don’t want to have to spend another minute without you. I want us to live together.”
I never want to let her go. I need her to be where I am.
“I would love that baby,” she whispers.
“I love you.” I crush my lips to hers before she cansay it back.
She pulls away. “I know. My mom told me.” She smiles softly.
I stand up, wrapping my arms around her. I close my eyes and vow to Marie that I will never hurt her. I will never break her heart. She might have lost her mother, but she has me and I am going to take care of her.
I pull away and rub my knuckles on her soft cheeks. “I’m going to give you the world, Angel, because you deserve no less.”
A tear rolls down her cheek. “You are my world. All I need is you.”
I wipe her tear away and press my lips to hers. “I love you, baby,” she breathes against my lips.
“I love you too, Angel.”
I need to call Josh. Turns out I need a favor from him after all. I’m ready to give her the world, starting with my last name.
THE END
First of all, I want to thank my editor, Jennifer Roberts-Hall. There’s nothing she won’t do. From the start, she has been guiding me d
own the road of self-publishing, introducing me to some wonderful ladies, and answering the million questions I have had. I’m pretty sure I have messaged her on a daily basis over the last six months, and she has calmed me down when I had a few freak outs. She has spent countless hours and numerous night on Skype, helping me polish my book for all of my readers for which I am truly grateful. I love you and your awesome-sauce. J
I want to thank, Sarah Hansen and Okay Creations, for the beautiful book cover that she designed for me. I am in love with it and can’t wait to see what she has in mind for book two.
Thank you to Julie at JT Formatting for working so fast when I was clearly behind.
I want to thank the wonderful and talented artist, Violet Kirk, for making me a gorgeous painting of my cover, for me to display on my wall. She is amazingly talented with paint and a brush.
One of the lovely ladies that I have had the pleasure to meet is, Casey at Hardcover Therapy. She set up my cover reveal and Blog Tour for Undescribable. I don’t know what I would have done without her. She helped me get the word out about my book and had over fifty bloggers signed up, just for my cover reveal. The woman is an exceptional blogger and took time out of her day to help support me.
Thanks to Shaina at Candy Coated Book Blog for putting together my release event.
So many blogs were involved in helping me get the word out! Just Booked, The Book Whore-der’s Delights, Sex and the Books Blog, Sarah’s Book Blog, and many more. Thanks to each and every one of you.
I want to thank Laura Hidalgo at Bookfabulous Designs for my beautiful website and her wonderful swag.
Big thanks to Cassie at Cassie’s Crafty Creations for the beautiful key chains she made for me, and Sarah at Strictly Creations for all of the quote pic/teasers she made me. Jolinda Bevins for all the beautiful swag that she makes. Thanks, ladies, for the beautiful things you can create.
I have met some amazing authors, such as; Erika Ashby, Ashley Wilcox, Sarah Dosher, Ada Slowe, Brooke Cumberland, along with many others. They have not only given me advice, but they have also become great friends. Thank you for answering all my questions, no matter how stupid they were, and for just wanting to visit on any given day.
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