Chapter 17 Prologue


    I know this may seem really weird to have the prologue AFTER the epilogue but I felt the information


    was a little repetitive to the first chapter so I put it here in this weird little spot for those who are


    interested! This is a little peek of Sam''s world, I hope you enjoy!


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    Be a good girl, Samantha.


    That was what everyone always told Sam. When she was four years old holding her father''s


    hand with nervous fear that was what he always told her before entering the hospital room where her


    mothery dying. It was what the doctors always said when they came into the sterile room to talk to


    her father about how her mother was dying. It was what all the guests told her at her mother''s funeral a


    few monthster. Be a good girl. Samantha.


    That was exactly what Sam had tried to do all her life. When other ten year old girls spent their


    afternoons after school ying with their friends Sam went directly home, put away her backpack in her


    room, and started doing the household chores: dishes,undry, dusting and so on. She also prepared


    her father and herself a real home cooked dinner and did her homework without having to be told.


    It was also the reason as a teenager she never went out with her friends, snuck out to go to


    parties, or flirt with the bad boys of her high school. Her boyfriend, Jeff, was approved by her father as


    a "good boy" and they went out whenever her father gave her permission, but she always behaved like


    a good girl. She didn''t give into her hormones or his till their senior prom and though she never


    admitted it to anyone or even to herself she only did it then because it was the expected.


    The only rebellious streak Sam had shown ever was her devotion, against her father''s and


    Jeff''s will, to her best and only friend since she could walk, Tabby Mathews. Besides this everyone


    agreed that Samantha Peters was a good girl.


    Sam sat at her little desk where she worked at her father''s ountingpany. She never


    nned on working for him but in this little town the options for employment were very limited. Either


    work as a sales representative in one of the few stores or as a waitress in one of the three dinners in


    town. Neither of those options was good for Sam''s reserved shy nature plus those jobs usually went to


    teenagers anyways.


    Tabby suggested she try for college but Sam wasn''t as smart as her and knew she wasn''t cut


    out for the life of higher education. So her only option was to work for her father and to her surprise


    after three years working there Sam actually enjoyed it.


    "Happy Birthday Sam," Tabby cheered happily handing her a wrapped rectangle. "Now that


    you''re twenty-one we can legally go get smashed," she added with a impish glint in her eyes. Sam


    laughed as she unwrapped the gift and felt her breath get caught in her throat. It was a coge of


    pictures of them together through the years.


    "Oh Tabby this is wonderful! Thank you so much," Sam told her emotionally and Tabby hugged


    her tightly.


    "That''s what best friends are for," The blonde told her cheerily. Tabby started working for her


    father soon after Sam did. Her father only hired her as a favor to Sam but with in the week Sam knew


    her father couldn''t be happier. Tabby was easily one of his best employees. "So any ns for tonight,"


    Tabby asked with an expectant face. Sam smiled slyly.


    "Jeff is taking me out tonight," Sam started ignoring the look of repulsion Tabby expressed. Jeff


    and her had been dating for four years now but Tabby didn''t think Jeff was good enough for Sam only


    because he never remembered their anniversary or her birthday. He refused to give her any gifts on


    these days or Valentine''s Day or Christmas. It wasn''t that he didn''t care about her, it''s just he thought it


    was wrong to give gifts because he was told too by a Calendar. Sam understood and stopped letting it


    bother her so much.


    "I think tonight might be the night," Sam told her friend with an eager smile and Tabby shook her


    head. Lately Jeff had been a little secretive and keeping hisings and goings to himself. Sam was


    sure that it was the tell tale signs that he was going to ask her to marry him!


    "I seriously don''t get what you see in him Sam," Tabby told her with a firm disapproving


    expression. "He is boring, bitter, and rude! He doesn''t appreciate you at all and half the time he ignores


    you as if you were an annoying buzzing fly," Tabby told her and now Sam shook her head.


    "He isn''t like that at all Tabby! He may not be overly expressive of his emotions but he loves me


    and has his own way for showing it," Sam justified and Tabby shrugged with a look that stated clearly,


    "if you say so but I am not buying it."


    The day dragged on slowly and Sam was showered with "happy birthday," from everyone in the


    office, except Jeff but Sam knew he took his work seriously and was probably very busy. Jeff and Sam


    sat at the elegant restaurant at the town fifteen miles from theirs, eating their meal when the evening


    finally set in. Sam kept stealing nces at him, admiring his stern beauty, sometimes he reminded her


    of her father.


    He was always so serious and stern but like her father he loved the disaster that she was and


    forgave her for all her shortings. After tonight she was sure she was going to be able to tell


    everyone she was the future Mrs. Jeff Chambers. She smiled at the idea, Samantha Chambers, it


    sounded so perfect, so right!


    Jeff cleared his throat once had finished his meal. "Today is a very special day," he started and


    Sam bit her lip to keep from squealing with excitement. "It is to be one of those days that I know I will


    remember forever, a day that will change the rest of my life," he went on and she nodded eagerly.


    "Today Sam," he stated making Sam want to scream at him to just say it.


    "I got epted to a college in L.A.," he exined and Sam looked at him in awe not sure if


    what she heard was correct. Her heart felt as if someone was trying to squeeze it to a pulp while her


    stomach clenched into knots.


    "You''re going to college....in L.A." Sam started. "And that...is why today is a special day," she


    added and he nodded clearly not noticing that she was upset. Sam licked her lips with a nod and


    swallowed her desire to burst out into tears. "Congrattions Jeff," she told him hoping to sound


    authentic. "How long will you be gone?" she added with a worried tone.


    "Hopefully forever," Jeff stated tly and she felt as if he had just kicked her in the stomach. "I


    told you''re father today that this is myst week there at thepany today. As soon as I finish college


    I will have a job waiting in apany that is a friend of the family," he exined and Sam fought hard


    to breath.


    "I think your father is a great business man but hecks ambition and I can''t work with someone


    who has no ambition. If your father had any real ambition he would move hispany out of this rat


    hole of a town, I am getting out of here while I still can. There is nothing worth anything in this town," he


    continued to exin with bitterness.


    Sam bit down on her lip harder. "What about me and what about us," she asked him when she


    felt in control and he gave her a look that made her feel like an idiot for missing something obvious.


    "You know as well as I do that long distance rtionships never work Samantha," he told her


    with cold rationalism.


    "It wouldn''t be long distance...if I go with you," she said with nervous hesitance and he shook


    his head.


    "Sam don''t be foolish, you don''t belong in L.A. but here in this town," he told her and she


    wondered what he meant by that since it was clear he thought so poorly of this town while tear did


    escape and slide down her cheek.


    "But we love each other Jeff, I don''t care where I am as long as I am with you," Sam insisted


    but he gave her a cold smirk.


    "Sam please try to understand. I am not saying this to be mean or cruel but to be honest. You''re


    a nice woman, you''re a great friend but you don''t have what it takes to keep a man interested for the


    long run. If I was a lesser man I would have probably dumped you after our first night together," he told


    her and Sam felt as if she was going to get sick.


    "But I am better than that and you''re a not a bad person so I tried. Oh God how I tried but


    boredom can only be dealt with for so long," Jeff told her getting up from the chair and Sam felt so


    embarrassed, she was really that bad of a girlfriend?


    "I am sure I can change Jeff," she pleaded with him. "If you tell what I am doing wrong I know I


    can fix it," she added and he shook his head.


    "Some things can''t be fixed Sam," he told her. "It''s just best we leave it like this. I suggest you


    stay in a hotel tonight," he told her leaving the restaurant and her.


    Sam wasn''t sure how long she sat at that table before the waiter kindly asked her to leave and


    then she got up from the table in a daze. Sam couldn''t believe what happened! The love of her life, the


    only good thing in her life said she wasn''t good enough. Sam bowed her head the tears flowing freely


    now as she walked to the closest hotel she could find.


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    The next day she told her father she was feeling ill and went over to her apartment, the one she


    had shared with Jeff ever since she moved out of her father''s house. The apartment seemed cold and


    unweing as if even it knew she hadn''t been good enough. Silently she packed her things with


    silent tears, still wondering how she couldn''t have seen the truth after all of these years.


    Once everything was packed she called the taxi, she drove to the old shamble of a house her


    grandmother had left when she had died when Sam was only twelve. She pushed against the warped


    door for it to open and looked around the dusty disaster that was the living room. It was just like her,


    broken, unwanted, and abandoned.


    The next day her father called her in his office when he had seen her. "Jeffery has told you of


    his ns to leave to L.A. I suppose," he stated coldly looking very unhappy and she nodded mutely


    sitting down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. "Are you...going to go with him," her father asked


    with hesitance and Sam looked at her father surprised at what she saw. His cold stern expression was


    marked with worried uncertainty.


    "No I am not going with him father. He is leaving thepany...and me," Sam told him and she


    watched as an expression of relief washed over his face for only a second before it was reced with


    his stony mask.


    "It looks like in the end we can only count on each other," he told her tly and now she smiled


    a small smile as she nodded. Sam may not have what it takes to be a good girlfriend but she had


    enough to keep her father with her and he loved her despite everything she


    did.


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