Page 103 of Through My Window
“Have a good night.” I open the car door, but Ares takes my hand and brings it to his lips.
“Trust me, Witch.”
I take a deep breath. I want to tell him that trust is something you earn, not something you ask for, but I swallow those words and get out.
- ARES -
“Ares, she won’t get out of the car.” Marco grunts in annoyance.
I close the driver’s door and head for the back door. Samy is lying on her side on the seat, her legs dangling out of the car.
“Samy,” I call, and she looks at me. “You have to get out now.”
“No,” she murmurs. “Everything is spinning.”
“Come on, Samy,” I say and carefully slip my hands under her legs and back to carry her. Marco closes the door behind me. We enter through the back of the house. Marco opens the doors for me. Samy clutches my neck tightly, murmuring.
“My dark prince.”
Marco gives me a sad look when he hears her call me that. She’s called me that since we were kids because according to her, I’ve always been there to save her. But she’s forgotten that Marco has always been there for her too. He gives her one last look before turning the other way, heading for the kitchen.
“You got this.” He mumbles, walking away. “I’m hungry.”
I take Samy to the guest room because there’s no way I’m going upstairs with her like that. We get into the room, and she staggers but stands with my help. I manage to turn the nightstand lamp on and turn around to face her. “You shouldn’t have drunk so much.”
She caresses her face awkwardly. “I needed it.”
Her black eyes meet mine, and I know I shouldn’t ask, but she expects me to. “Why?”
She points a finger at my chest. “You know why.”
Silence falls between us, and her expression grows sadder. I glance at the bed, at the fresh sheets. She just needs to sleep it off.
“Ares . . .” she says quietly. “You’ve been looking at your girlfriend all night, having a good time, you haven’t even looked at me.”
“Samantha . . .”
“I was watching you; I’ve missed you so much.” The plea in her voice makes me feel ashamed. I care about her, maybe not in the way she expects, but she’s still very important to me. “Haven’t you missed me even a little bit?”
I consider saying yes because I don’t want to hurt her. However, I think of Raquel, her smile, the way she wrinkles her face when she doesn’t like something but doesn’t want to say it, how I feel when she touches me. It’s as if she’s touching beyond my skin, as if her hands can reach into my heart and warm it. So, I don’t respond, I don’t want to give Samy false hope when my heart belongs to Raquel.
Her black eyes fill with tears, and I run my hand through my hair.
“Don’t cry.”
“You’re an idiot. Did you know that?” The anger in her voice is sharp. “Why did you have sex with me? Why did you play with me like all the others? I thought that I was different, that you cared about me.”
“Samy, I care about you a lot.”
“Bullshit! If you cared about me, you would never have let this go any further. You knew I had feelings for you, and if you didn’t reciprocate, you shouldn’t have let it go any further.”
I approach her and try to reach for her, but she pulls away as if my touch is poisonous.
“Samantha . . .”
Tears fall freely down her cheeks. “Why, Ares? Why did you kiss me that Christmas night? Why did you start something when you knew you felt nothing?”
“Samantha—”
