Samantha Part 13
Below is part 13 of my story Samantha. For Part 12 which links back to previous chapters please visit http://newauthoronline.com/2013/02/02/samantha-part-12/.
Sam clutched the pack of ibuprofen in her trembling right hand. How easy it would be to mix the pain killers with a glass of the cheap wine in her fridge. What a blessed relief to slip away quietly from the world. She was a whore, who would miss her? Not Barry he could easily find other girls, to him Sam was a mere means to an end. Barry worshiped profit, the god of mammon was his lord. Would Peter miss her? Perhaps he would shed a few tears but he would be grateful deep in the secret recesses of his soul that his entanglement with Samantha Parker-Jones was at an end. Daddy would be devastated when he heard the news of the death of his little girl. “Poor daddy, poor Sam”Samantha thought as she poured a large glass of wine. Feeling detached from reality Sam mechanically opened the pack of pain killers and emptied it into the glass. “Cheers” she said with bitter irony raising the glass to her lips. The doorbell rang. The sound was like an electric shock. The glass slipped from Sam’s hand shattering into fragments on the concrete kitchen floor. “Christ what am I doing?” Sam thought the reality of what she had just been going to do hitting home. Shakily Sam walked the few yards to her front door and opened it.
“Sam darling are you OK? Lisa told me that you aren’t well” Peter said taking Sam into his arms. Sam clung to Peter taking comfort from the familiar scent of his aftershave. There was a gentle cough. “I came with Peter in case you needed”. Lisa trailed off not knowing how to finish the sentence. So intent had Sam been on Peter that she had failed to notice Lisa standing behind him. “Come in” Sam said standing aside allowing Peter and Lisa to enter. “Sorry I dropped a glass on the kitchen floor. I need to clear it up”, Sam said “Where do you keep your dust pan and brush? I’ll sort it out, don’t worry, you sit down with Peter. I’ll make some tea after I’ve cleared up the mess” Lisa said. “But”, “No buts where do you keep your cleaning things?” Lisa said. “In the kitchen cupboard under the sink” Sam replied leading the way into the kitchen. Lisa’s eyes widened in shock as she saw the empty packet of tablets on the work top. “What’s happening Sam? You didn’t take all those tablets. Christ please tell me you haven’t swallowed all those pills” Peter said. “No I”, Sam stopped. “Sam are all the tablets on the floor with the broken glass? Its very important. You must tell me” Lisa said. Sam nodded, “Yes”. “Are you sure Sam?” Lisa asked her eyes searching Sam’s face for any signs of dissembling. “Yes. I dropped the glass with all the pills in it when you rang the doorbell” Sam said. Peter’s normally ruddy face had turned the colour of chalk. “Why Sam, why?” he said taking both her hands in his. “You two go through into the living room. I’ll be through later” Lisa said.
