Saving Sam

Chapter 2}- The Fight

"Sam," someone says. I look up from my desk to see Chris standing by the door panting quiet heavily. What did he do run here? I quickly get out of my chair and run over to him wrapping my arms around him. He immediately wraps his arms around me rocking us back and forth. I bury my head into his shirt a few tears slipping out of my eyes. I quickly wipe them away with my sleeve. I never cry in front of anyone because that's a sigh of weakness and I'm not weak. Also I look really ugly when my face is all discolored and mutated. Chris pats my shoulder breaking me from my rant.

"Come on Sam lets get out of here," Chris says. I nod my head walking back over to my desk grabbing my backpack. Hercules follows me so I don't have to hold his leash. I attach myself to Chris's side again wrapping my arm around his waist. He says bye to Mr. Lenny and walks out of the classroom. Everyone's in first block so no ones outside. Thank god for that. I don't think I could deal with people right now. Chris and I walk down the hall and outside to his car. Chris is a sophomore in college. But it's his spring break so he's home for a while. Chris opens the door for me and Hercules to jump in. Once we're in he closes the door and hops into the drivers seat. His red truck roars to life and starts the drive to the therapist office. We sit in silents not saying anything to anyone. I hate when Chris or dad has to pick me up from school. I know for a fact they hate coming to school too.

"So Sam what happen today?" Chris tries to rack up a conversation. I shrug my shoulders not really wanting to explain my stupid panic attack. I look over at Chris to see him leaning his head against his arm that's prompted on the window. Great Sam keep messing everything up. Chris turns down the road going down a narrow road. Besides the car bouncing up and down from how many pot holes there are we sit on complete silents. Chris drives into the parking lot of the therapist office unlocking the door. I look at him to see if he's coming but it doesn't look like it. My heart shatters but I get out anyway.

"C-come o-on Hercules," my voice cracks closing the door. I watch Chris drive away caring less if I die. I turn to the building and walk into it. I have a death grip on Hercules leash. The door bell rings telling the receptionist that someone's here. I walk up to the window waiting for someone to notice me. A girl turns around in her chair jumping not expecting anyone to be right there.

"Oh Sam you gave me a fright. Dr. Locking is in his office. You can go right in," she smiles unlocking the door for me. I go down the hall and walk down the hall to Dr. Locking's office. His door is open and he's writing something down.

"Knock, knock," goes my fist on the door frame. He looks up from his writing and smiles at me. I give him a weak smile and walk into his office closing the door. Hercules goes over to Dr. Locking waiting for his treat. Dr. Locking always gives Hercules a treat when he see him.

"There you go Hercules. Good job today buddy. You kept Sam safe today," Dr. Locking smiles scratching Hercules head. He turns his attention back to me. I fiddle with my thumbs quiet embarrassed of what happen today. I hear wheels squeak getting closer to me. I look up to see Dr. Locking sitting right in front of me. He takes my hands into his and gives them a gentle pat.

"How are you holding up Sam?" He asks knowing that I hate when my dad or brother had to pick me up and drive me here. I've been seeing Dr. Locking for the past seven years after what happen to me. I shrug my shoulders not really feeling like reliving the moment. He nods his head and writes something in my file. Probably like this girl is unsavable or can't be fixed. Something along those lines.

"So Sam how has your week been going?" He asks avoiding the whole reason why I'm here.
"Good," my voice squeaks out. Even Hercules lifts his head up from my feet. Dr. Locking raises his eyebrows at me giving me that look of "should I call the hospital". I comb my fingers through my hair my hands shaking a mile a minute.