Vampire Protection Program

Chapter 4 :WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER?

    "No." I breathed and shook my head as I looked at him again. "No... he met Tanya... and fell in love... h-he was a drunk when I was younger and sometimes..."

    "Sometimes he got too drunk." He sighed. I closed my eyes and nodded.

    "Don't tell him I said anything." I whispered. "He is an amazing father and I love him more than anything... it's in the past... I don't want him to think that I betrayed him o-or something."

    "You have my word Sam." He whispered and made me look at him again. "Listen... if you need anything, here is my number." He held out a card to me. "I know you have Sebastian, but if he isn't enough and you need someone else to talk to, call me, I will help you." Slowly, I took the card and nodded. He looked at Sebastian and nodded, then he stood up and walked out. I sighed and closed my eyes, knowing what was about to come...

    "Why didn't you tell me Sammie?" he whispered.

    "By the time I met you, I didn't have marks or bruises, so I figured that what wasn't said wouldn't hurt." I whispered. "He'd stopped drinking all together and he never hit me again... and you never asked so it's..." I sighed and looked at him. "I'm sorry."

    "Don't be." He said softly as he came and sat down on the bed where Rick had been and touched my cheek. "It was none of my business. Like you said it was before me so it doesn't matter... it was just a shock that a man so..."

    "Gentle." I supplied with a small smile. He nodded. "I know. It's part of the reason I acted so weird for a while."

    "A while?" Sebastian smiled and I hit him with the back of my good hand. He laughed and I rolled my eyes. "I got news for you Sammie. You still act weird. With a capital W." we laughed at him for a moment and then we looked at each other. "I love you Little Sammie."

    "I love you too you Big Doof." He laughed at me and shook his head.

    "Such a kid." He said and his smile fell a little. "Never grow up Sammie."

    "Sorry Sebastian." I told him and he scowled. "In order to never grow up, I would have to go to Neverland, and you know what that means. I don't think either of us are ready for that one." He raised a brow at me.

    "So... you can joke about dying... after you almost died?"

    "Funny how morbid I can be even with recent events huh?" I grinned and he just looked at me like I was a strange little caged animal at the zoo doing something totally bazar.

    "More like scary." He said and I laughed. It still hurt to do so, but I was getting better. They had actually told me that I was getting better faster than they had anticipated. I was healing quickly for someone who had been thrown out of a window from the second story and that I should be back to my regular daily life soon enough.

    Well that "soon enough" wasn't coming fast enough for my taste, seeming as I had been in this hospital for five and a half days and they wouldn't let me go until I ate...

    Correction...

    Rick wouldn't let me go until I ate something.

    Dad and Tanya walked in a moment later holding a tray of food and I almost groaned as I looked at it. I really wasn't hungry and I didn't really want to eat. Sure it looked good, but the thought of food actually made me feel sick and the smell wasn't really helping.

    I loved mashed potatoes and gravy, chicken and green beans, but right now, I wasn't really in the mood for it. I just wanted to get out of her, but the only way to do that is to eat apparently and I had a feeling that Rick wouldn't let me out until I ate most or all of what was on that tray.