CEO of bad blood

Chapter 1

Hi. My name is Sam. It’s short for Samantha. My parents were not the creative kind, because almost every tenth girl in our school is named Samantha and then some boys named Sam.  I don’t care really but it just makes me think of my parents more.  Maybe there’s a reason for naming me Samantha.  Maybe it’s some kind of family thing or maybe it was just the first name coming up in their minds.  From what I heard, they were formal business people.  Some say they had no personalities,staring at you with hawk eyes, and others say they kept for themselves, always keeping themselves away from crowded people.  They died when I was seven months old. The story is strange actually, because I was right there when it happened.  I can’t remember what I was doing but I somehow wish I could remember.  To clarify what actually happened because the story that spins around just doesn’t sit with me.  To make the event that happened more charming, it starts with a dark cloudy day,everything gray and water drizzling lightly from the heavens. Mom and dad were doing stuff that isn’t totally known,but they were minding their business in their own home.  Until someone arrived. Weaponson display.  They killed my mom.  Bullet right in her heart, immediate death.  And my dad.  They didn’t touch him, but dreading his wife’s death he hanged himself right above her dead body.  They say the killer was a thief and he took loads of money and mom just got in the way, so the thief killed her.  But I don’t think that. I think there is something more to it. There must be.  Also dad just hung himself, knowing that he has me.  Knowing he has a daughter, who needs catre for.  If there isn’t something more to this story then I have to believe that he just didn’t love me.  And I just can’t sit with that.

Having absolutely no other family member to take me in care, I was thrown into foster care and because I was so little it was easy for me to get adopted.  I didn’t even know I was adopted.I always thought the pretty blonde woman was my mom and my dad was her husband.  But they made sure I was adopted from a young age,and my raven black hair and green eyes told exactly that.  They are really good parents to me and I don’t care less if they are my parents or not, but I can’t help but think about my real parents a lot.  I have a little black and white photo of my parents that I cut out from a newspaper, from information of the death.I always keep it close to me. Looking at it I can see that I am their daughter.  My eyes look straight at the camera. I can’t see what color her eyes are but I can tell it’s light.  Her hair is dark and curly, like mine. And dad has a sharp jawline and I can tell a lot of women knew he was handsome. They were very attractive people.  Sometimes I wonder how deep their love was for each other, that he killed himself because of her. Is it even possible?

I sigh.  It is something that I will always wonder about.

“Saaaamm.” Mom calls.

For all I know, we live now and  I will always see her as my mom.  She took care of me like a real mother would and I will never be able to repay her.

“Yes.” I called back.

“Monopoly.” She calls.

I smile.  Every few times in a month we have a family night where we play board games the whole night long. Or we watch movies.

When I go downstairs comfy cushions sit around our coffee table and soft piano comes from the music room. Dad can play the piano. He also taught me, but I will never be able to be as good as him.  It’s like his superpower, with his long thin fingers.

Mom smiles at me looking tired.  No matter how tired she could be, she’ll never miss a moment she can spend together with me and dad.  As dad and she always work long and hard, they rarely see each other.  Dad is a very important truck driver.  He delivers unknown things.  If someone finds out what’s in the load of the truck, he could be in life threatening trouble.  So he keeps to himself most of the time.

Mom is a nurse, so I guess we all know what a hard time she has with free time.

And I go to school. I’m seventeen and I hate school but thankfully I’m almost done.

“Cole.” Mom calls dad and the music immediately stops. When he comes out mom hugs him tight and they both smile brightly at each other.  I look down, feeling as if I’m invading a private moment.  Sometimes in movies I see children disgusted in the love parents have for each other. I’ll never be. It’s nice,knowing they went through a hard time.  As a young married couple they tried  years to have a baby but couldn’t get one, only to find that dad couldn’t get kids.  Something about falling when he was little and forever damaging his ability of making kids.  They went through a rough time. Dad felt guilty and wanted to leave mom, saying she deserved someone who could give her kids, that she so badly wanted. Moml loved dad so dearly that even because he couldn’t have kids,she would never leave him for that. They decided to get another, stranger’s sperm so mom could get kids, but at the last minute, mom couldn’t, saying she felt like she was betraying dad.  There were miscommunication, fights, everything bad for a relationship.They were prone to break up until I came along.  They never thought about adopting, but a dear friend of dad gave him the idea.  So dad came home with me.  He called me a little miracle.  Mom was unsure at first, but after a few weeks she started to love me and we became a happy family, living in a small comfy wooden house.  I wouldn’t want any other life than this.  This is my home.

“I debts the ducky.” Dad calls, running towards the coffee table,and making himself comfortable on one of the cushions.

“But I wanted to be the ducky.” I say, sitting next to him, puffing my cheeks.

“Oh,don’t lie now, you’re always the dog.”

“It’s doggy.” I say sternly and take the piece tightly in my hands.

Mom laughs, taking the ship that she always plays with. I give them both a toothy grin,letting them know, thatI’ll be the winner like always. Since we started with this board games,I always had a way of winning.  Sometimes I cheated, but never felt guilty about it. Likefor instance dealing more money for myself than for them. The game for me is to hide that I’m cheating.

“I begin.” Dad says when he has the highest dice roll.  Me and mom roll our eyes as he gives us a cheeky grin.

“That’s the way it works, guys.” He smirks, raising his shoulders.

He taps the ducky on the board, slowly, insulting us.

“I'll buy.” He says ``landing on the light blue color.”

“Nah ah, you know the rules.You should first go around the whole board before you can start to buy properties.”

“That’s a simple rule.” Dad grunts, making me laugh.

He and mom continue bickering when the lights in our house start flickering.  Mom and dad, stay quiet and look up.

“Oh man, again?” Mom says with frustration and irritation in her voice.

Dad sighs through his nose and mouth, as he pulls himself from the ground,with old man grunts.

“Have it flickered like this before?” I ask. I haven’t noticed it before.

“Yeah and I told your dad to get a new light bulb, but she never has.” She rolls her eyes.

“Sue me for not getting a new light bulb.” Dad says, throwing his hands in the air, mocking mom.

He looks up, places his glasses back tightly around his head with his finger and with lazy movements, he stands on the couch. With a concentrated look on his face, he lightly taps on the flickering light bulb. With a fast movement he flinches his hand back.

“Ow.”

“You should put it off first.” Mom comments with big eyes.

“No,” dad shakes his head and looks at his hand,”It’s really warm.”

“What do you mean?” Mom stands from the ground and looks from the bulb to dad’s hand.

“It’s like burning.The light. It’s burning hot.”

Mom looks at dad,confused, “Is that normal?”

Dad raised his shoulder, him and mom looking at each other with confused expressions on their faces.

I stand,wanting to inspect the situation,when loud noise invades my ears. Mom screams and glass scatters around us.

“What the hell?” I mutter, taking out a small piece of glass sticking on my forearm. Blood starts to ooze out of my skin.

“I look at mom and dad, who’s looking at me with widened eyes.

“What?” I ask.

“Are you okay?” Mom asks, stalking towards me and notices a line of blood,dripping to the ground. I frown seeing how much blood such a small wound makes.

“Yeah, it was just a piece of glass.”

“No honey.” Mom says with shock in her voice.

“Marley!” Dad yells. I’ve never heard his voice so loud before. I also rarely hear him saying mom’s name.

I glance around the house to see if I can see something out of the ordinary when stars starts to appear in my vision. It feels like I’m going to pass out.  I try to take a deep breath but my lungs feel pressured.  As if it’s being squeezed with a tight grip.

“Get her out of hear.” Dad yells again, hurting my ears.  Everything becomes more sensitive.

Mom nods, wraps her arm tightly around my body and when we start to move, a sharp pain erupts under my left rib. I gasp and look down. Blood is coming from my stomach.  It wasn’t my arm.  What the hell. Where did this come from? How come I didn’t even feel it?

“What’s going on mom?” I ask.

“Honey, don’t think, just breathe.” Mom says,starting to walk faster and dragging me harder.

“Mom.” I say breathily as she opens the back door in the kitchen and dragging me into the cold air.

It really feels weak.It doesn’t feel like I can walk anymore,even with mom’s help.  The cold hits my bare feet and I wish I was in bed with warm socks. The real stars in the dark sky dance around. Different smells hit my nose making me nauseated.  I think I want to throw up.

“Mom.” I say, barely hearable.

“Just be calm, darling, everything is going to be okay.” Mom tries to soothe me with her words but it only makes me more mad.

“Mom.” I say again.

“Shhh.” 

“What is going on.” I accidentally wipe my hand over my stomach,and my hand gets covered in wet blood. I want to scream. I would have never thought that our night would end up like this.

I notice out neighbors yard and mom walking towards the back door.  She keeps glancing from left to right as if she’s expecting something.  Something really bad. I notice her shaking body.

“Mom.” I say again but she ignores me and starts to bang hard on the neighbors door.  The sound makes me even more weak and I fall to my knees.

I whimper feeling the pain pressure and making it worse. How is it possible that this even happened.  I thought the light bulb bursted, but instead it was something going on in me.  Wait?  Was it a gun?  Is there a bullet in me?

I heard mom calling names but one name stood out to me.

“Josh.”

I widen my eyes, trying to see if Josh is the person I’m thinking of.

Josh was my best childhood friend. Being neighbors we did everything together,until who moved far away to go live with his father.  We lost contact and I never saw him again.

Until now.  I feel my heart thundering in my chest.  This is really him but he changed. He changed so much.

I try not to stare so much, as he combs his dark curls out of his face and looks at me with intense light green eyes.  I see him gritting his teeth, showing of his sharp jawline as he kneels beside me.

“Hey Sammy.” He says, his voice deep and soothing.

“Listen honey.” Mom says, kneeling at the other side of me.

“Mom?” I say, wondering what is going on.

She swipes some hair out of her face and looks at me with love in her eyes,”Honey,there’s some things I haven’t talked to you about.

“What things mom?” I ask, feeling frustrated and confused. Do people like mom and dad actually keep secrets? I frown and look at the white ceiling above me when Josh gently lifts my bloodied shirt.  I flinch.

“It’s okay.” He says, sincerely.  As if he’s saying I shouldn’t mind him.  He doesn’t mind all the blood, or seeing my bare stomach.  It does make me feel more comfortable.

“There’s no time to tell you everything now, Sam.” mom continues,making me more nervous than ever.  I hear a loud crashing noise coming somewhere in the background and mom’s eyes becoming full of fright.  I wonder if dad is okay.

“What’s going on mom?” I ask,trying to ignore Josh who’s working intensely on my stomach.

“I have to go. Be brave.” She gives me a kiss on my forehead, stands and runs off.

I try to sit up but Josh pushes me back and shakes his head at me.

“Mom!” I yell loudly but she doesn’t come back.

Josh ignores me, still busy with whatever he's doing with the wound in my stomach.

“I have to go after her.” I try to pull myself up, but with just a small pressure of his hand, he holds me down.

“Wait, I’ve got to,” I grunt, giving him a nasty look.

“Your mom will be fine.” He says, calmly.

“You don’t know that.” He doesn’t even know what’s going on.

“There you go,” He says changing the topic, “All stitched up.”

I look at my wound, stitched up, perfectly.  What?  He did all that just now? I didn’t even feel it.

“Thanks.” I say, feeling a little bit better. Enough to go after mom.

Another loud crash comes from not too far away,making me and Josh look at each other with big eyes,

“Okay, it’s time to go.”Josh says and helps me up.

We walk fast and I try to walk in a way that doesn’t bring too much pain to my stitched up stomach.

When we walk past a mirror I get a huge fright. Blood is covered on almost every inch of my body. My clothes,my hair.  Have I really lost this much blood? I feel a shocking thrill sweep across my feet into my whole body.  I literally feel like I'm in a movie, with a dark haired bad boy by my side.  It feels like he knows more of what is happening right now. I mean why didn't he ask mom any questions? As if he just already knew.

“Here drink this.” He gives me a small glass vial filled with light purple liquid.

I gently take it and look at him looking at me with an intense look.

“What is it?” I ask, sniffing it, but nothing comes to my nose.

“It’ll make you feel better.”

Usually I wouldn’t just take stuff from strangers and are heavily more cautious but given the situation I gulp it in one swallow and Josh takes the empty vile from my hand and continues dragging me. Lights blur across my vision and it feels like everything is happening faster than normal.

Before I could see anymore he opens a car door for me. It’s red.  It’s very fancy and the smell of newness invades my nose.  It’s new too.

 I frown when I suddenly an old song ‘We belong together by Ritchie Valens.’ comes on, making me smirk.  I know this songs, cause dad, when he’s in a certain mood,plays it on speaker and dance with mom. Sometimes putting candles around the whole house. I smile remembering it, feeling the homey vibe when suddenly an icy feeling rush through my body.

“We have to go back.”  I look back but from the car window desperately wanting to open the car door but it’s locked. “Stop the car.” I demand.

“We can’t.” Josh, says sternly.

I blow air hard out of my nose, “My parents,” fat hopeless tears start to fall down my cheek.

“They will be fine.” Josh says and I don’t know if he’s lying to make me feel better.

“No, no. We have to get them”

“Sam.” Josh says with sadness in his voice. As for regrets,I don’t know what.

I sigh and look at him with big eyes, “Please.”

“They’ll be fine, Sam.  Just stick with me and everything will make sense.” He says with concern in his voice.

“I don’t understand.” I say trying to get a grip on everything that just happened. Maybe I’m dreaming?  I pinch myself,but everything stays the same.

I swallow and lay my head against the window.  I want to ask so many questions, but it doesn’t feel like my place right now to do that. I silently try to gulp away the sore lump in my throat and try to supress my tears from falling.  I clench my teeth holding in everything. I close my eyes and asif a heavy tiredness lays on me, everything turns into nothingness.