mouth?” I bust out laughing and then I look at mom crazily as she walks into my kitchen.
“What are you doing momma?” I laugh when she huffs.
“What do you clean your dishes with Jameson?” She puts her hands on her hips.
“Nothing, I don’t cook.” I shrug my shoulders and she walks into the bathroom and comes back with my soap.
“You need to wash that filthy mouth out with soap and repent for that son.” I can’t help but laugh. Is this woman serious? I’m twenty-three years old for crying out loud.
“Come on now Mom. I’m a grown man and this is my house. I’ve been put through enough in my life. I don’t need you judging me,” I say and with that she’s got her feathers ruffled.
“I’ll tell you about judging boy. Your butt better be in church on Sunday. God saved you for a reason. Figure out what it is. You lost your legs, but you can walk now. Thank God for something and get your act together,” she huffs and grabs her purse and walks out the door. Well I’d say that went well.
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“Dude, let’s go get a beer or something.” Luke hits my arm and I groan.
“If you punch me one more time in my arm, I will kill you,” I growl out and he laughs. God he looks like Sam when he does that. Sam. I wonder if I should bring it up. Ah hell, here goes nothing.
“Luke, how’s Sam?” I say and then look down.
“She’s fine.” He pauses and looks at me. “Dude, you have the hots for my sister, don’t cha?” He smiles and starts to laugh.
“No, I just… fuck it, yeah I do,” I smirk.
“Look man, it’s not my story to tell, but Sam isn’t ready for a relationship. We all have our own demons, and just like you, Sam’s dealing with some.” He stands up and I can tell he’s done with Sam. I stand up and walk to the door.
“Beers?” I ask and he nods.
Walking into the bar wearing a pair of jeans and a red button up shirt, I slide into the seat closest to the door. “Dude, you just made it,” Brant says as the rain starts pouring from the sky.
“Yeah man, it looks like it’s raining cats and dogs out there. I wonder who pissed God off today,” Luke says and sits beside me, and that’s when we hear it.
There’s a girl singing in the bar and it’s a very popular song, but she’s turned it into her own acoustic version. ‘Demons’ by Imagine Dragons is coming from the girl on the stage and Luke stands up. “No fucking way,” he says and stalks toward the stage, and that makes me get up and go after him. What I see shocks me. There’s Sam, the woman that’s been invading my dreams and thoughts for three months now. Damn, she looks good in that purple top and black skinny jeans. I wonder if she has on a black thong. Shaking my head, I listen to the words. Funny thing, those words describe me a whole hell of a lot. It makes me think that I suppose everyone has their own demons, and once again Sam helps me to remember that.
“Dude, she hasn’t sung in two years, not since those fuckers…” he cuts himself off. It’s obvious this is what he’s been talking about and I am not allowed to know.
“What are you talking about Luke?” I grab him and make him look at me but I know it’s not going to come from him. It pisses me off. The song ends and Sam’s eyes meet mine. I can see the tears she’s trying to hold back and she gives me a sad smile before walking off the stage.
“Sam, wait!” I grab her hand and she jerks it away, walking out the door and going to stand in the middle of the sidewalk. The rain is covering her and she looks up at the sky and just lets the rain hit her. I walk out and grab her hand and smile when I hear the opening chords of I Love the Way You Love Me by John Michael Montgomery come over the speakers.
“Dance with me Sam?” I look into her beautiful blue eyes, knowing she’s probably going to stomp on my shoe and storm off just like she did when we were