The Devils Son//Payton Moormeier

Part 9

~Samanthas POV~

Me and Payton just got home and the both of us are in my room. No one besides us were home.

S: sit

Payton looked at me confused while he did as I said. I stood in front of him and and bent over while putting my hands on his knees so we were face to face. I was kind of close.

S: how you feeling

P: good?

S: don't lie to me

P: I'm not lying

S: Payton

P: ... my stomach hurts, my arms hurt and I'm light headed. That's all. I'm fine

I new this fool was lying to me.

S: wait here

I walked out of the room and then Payton yelled something

P: I SAID IM FINE

S: YOUR LYING AGAIN!

P: GOD DAMNIT

I laughed before heading to the kitchen. Once I finished getting everything I needed, I went back up to my room. Payton was on his phone so I took it out of his hands and placed it in my back pocket.

P: what's with you and taking my stuff

S: take this

I handed him an Advil and a glass of water. He looked at it and then back at me

P: I don't need it I'm fine

S: you're lying again

P: HOW DO YOU KNOW

To be honest I don't. I just say that he is and then his reaction afterwards, tells me.

S: take it

He took the glass and the pill out of my hand and drank it. I then took the empty glass out of his hands and turned around to place it on the table. I sensed Payton reaching for his phone in my pocket so I quickly slapped it away.

P: OW! HOW DO YOU DO THAT

I turned back around and leaned on the table.

S: when does your arms hurt?

P: when I move them

S: perfect, don't move them, problem solved... actually I need you to move it one last time

P: for what?

S: take your shirt off

P: ...what did you just say to me?

S: take it off Payton

P: no

S: if you're not going to do it I'm going to.

P: I'll like to see you try.

He asked for it. I slowly walked closer to him and leaned down. Payton kept moving down on the bed as I got closer and closer. At this point he was fully laying down while I was hovering above him.

I placed my hand on his hair and started to play with it. He was looking directly in my eyes as I did so.

After a few more seconds, I got off of him and he sat back up.

P: what was the point of that?

S: look down

He did as I said and his mouth dropped. His shirt was off and in my hands