Forever Doesn't Exist (Sequel to Forever and Always)

Chapter 8

Jordan's P.O.V.

"Or maybe not."

Sam looked confused and mad. She glared at them both like she wanted to kill them.

"I guess it's the slut and the horndog. Disgusting." She muttered.

She stood up and walked over to them with a scary calmness. She put on a venomous smile.

"Hey guys! So, Maddy, tell me something. Does his tongue taste like my mouth? And same to you, Harry. As I recall, Harry had his tongue shoved down my throat, hmmm, a week ago? And it's been nearly a year for Maddy so she probably has somebody else's germs by now."

I've never heard Sam talk like that. She was standing there with a scary smile and was talking in a deadly smooth voice. Maddy and Harry stood there, dumbfounded. They had no response.

Sam walked over to me and grabbed my hand, pulling me up. She put her arm softly around my waist and her face relaxed slightly.

"C'mon, Jordan, let's go home." She muttered in my ear. I nodded calmly and stared at the floor the whole way out.

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Back at home, Sam was pretty calm. She didn't want to talk about it anymore.

"Sam?"

She looked up at me. Her eyes were a dark blue and the usual gold around her pupils was gone.

"Yes?"

"Do you still love me? I want to know everything that happened after I left."

She sighed and patted the spot on the bed next to her. I sat down.

"Well, I was a mess. I was completely heartbroken and full of self hatred. I wanted to die. But I knew that wouldn't help. So I grabbed a knife... And I left some wounds." She gingerly lifted up her shirt. Healing cuts were covering her abdomen. Almost her whole stomach had white scars that only cuts could make. I gasped. She put her shirt down.

"After that, I went for a drink. I knew somebody that could get me a fake I.D. I just wanted to get wasted, to forget it all. So I did. Every night I went out and got drunk as fuck. The thing is, I knew not to do anything with anyone. Guys and girls would hit on me or try to dance with me, but I always pushed them away. No kissing, dancing, flirting, or sex. It was like that for months." She paused for a moment.

"And then, a week or so ago, Harry saw me at a bar. He saw how drunk I was and drove me home. Then he kissed me and I kissed him back. I stopped him, pushed him away. And I hadn't seen him since until tonight." She concluded quietly.

I felt guilt take over. I had started dating Dominic two weeks after our breakup. We'd had sex two weeks after that. I had kissed him, touched him, had sex with him, even fell for him, all while Sam was torturing herself for cheating on me. I frowned.

"Sam, your mom was the same way though. She was an alcoholic. And now where is she? Dead. She died from alcohol when you were sixteen. From drunk driving. Don't make her mistake. Please, Sam."

Sam's face turned into a wall of pain that came with talking about her mom. I knew that was low but it worked. She nodded and smiled without humor.

"I don't have much choice now. But I'll need your help, ok?"

I nodded and took her hand.

She turned to face me.

"By the way, yes, I'm still hopelessly in love with you."

Her eyes fluttered shut and she leaned towards me. Her warm and soft lips touched mine. A jolt of electricity went through my body at her touch. I had missed it so much.

Her hands went to my waist, pushing me down so I was on my back. She had one leg on each side of me, straddling me. Her lips moved with an intense need and hunger. But there was a passionate love burning behind the lust.

Her lips went from my lips to my jaw and continued lower to my neck. She sucked on the skin there, leaving what I figured would be a nice red mark. A small moan escaped my throat. I felt her smile against my collar bone. She moved her lips back to mine, crushing them against hers.

The hunger and lust started to fade and was replaced by a gentle love. She kissed me softly. My forehead, my nose, my cheeks, and my lips.

She got off me and pulled us both under the covers. Her arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to her.

I looked at her and whispered,

"I love you."

I heard a faint I love you too before I drifted off into a blissful sleep.