Kaleah felt heartbroken—almost as if she had just caught Sam cheating on her. Even though Sam wasn’t hers, she felt betrayed. She walked in on the worst moment of her life. This was all new to her—men acting like this. Back in Iron Horse, she had men wrapped around her fingers. First Hank, now Sam…’What’s wrong with me?’ she thought. | “Kaleah!” Sam yelled as he ran up the stairs. She tried to
walk away as he approached her, but Sam stopped her. “Let me explain. Please!” |
“You said you were over her!” Kaleah yelled. Sam took a step
back, shocked by Kaleah’s sudden outburst. | “Rationally?” Kaleah yelled. “Look at me Sam!” She pointed
to her outfit. “Listen to me!” She yelled. “Can you not see that I have feelings for you? Can you not tell that
I wore the skimpiest outfit I own
just to get your attention? Can you not hear the pain in my voice?” Sam paused,
taken aback at what he had just learned. |
Sam ignored Brianne’s calls. He tried to grab Kaleah’s hands
to calm her down and explain himself. She wouldn’t let him. | “Please tell me you’re joking.” Kaleah said, raising one
eyebrow. Sam shook his head. “Great.” Kaleah hollered. “Just perfect!” |
“Not again…” Sam muttered under his breath, referring to the last time him and Kaleah didn't speak. He stared at the wall across from him, unsure of what to do. He wanted to run after her, and hold her in his shaking arms. He wanted to kiss her, and tell her that he felt the same way. He wanted to go downstairs and tell Brianne to get the hell out of his house. But he couldn’t…no matter how badly he wanted to, something was stopping him. And he couldn’t figure out what that something was. | “So you’re just going to sit all the way over there, not
even talking to me?” Brie asked once Sam rejoined her in the basement. Sam
didn’t say anything. “Samson, come on! Talk to me!” |
She stood up slowly, staring straight in front of her. Sam
watched. | ‘Art is passion. My passion is art. I paint what I feel and how I inspire. I’m broken—heart wrenched—the worst emotion you can feel. Yet, I find myself sitting here asking myself what the hell the point even is. To pick up a wooden brush and dip it in wet paint, only to smear insignificant lines across the paper. It all seems pretty pointless and unnecessary. What is passion without love? What is love without loving? You can’t paint a masterpiece without passion. You can’t hold passion without love. You can’t love without first loving.’ Kaleah recited her own poetry she had written the night before in her head. It was the next morning, and, as usual, Kaleah went out to the balcony to paint. She brought out a chair and sat, distracted by her thoughts. |
She got up off her chair and manically smudged paint all over the giant canvas. ‘And yet I find myself, standing here, in front of my broken passion—feeling the upmost pain any human can endure--and frantically wonder why I’m wondering what the hell the point is. I am, and forever will be, an artist. That is just me.’ | “That painting is beautiful.” A voice interrupted Kaleah’s
thoughts. She knew it was Brianne and instantly, her depression turned to rage.
Kaleah slammed her things down into her easel and controlled herself by deep
breathing. She didn’t even bother to turn around. |
“Why are you out here?” Kaleah asked, moving closer to the
edge of the balcony to watch the trees sway in the wind. | “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Brie said quickly. “That was
not my intentions at all.” Kaleah threw her arms up to dramatize her sarcasm. |
“Brianne…you lied to me about who you were so you could get
close to my roommate, found out that I liked my roommate, and then turned
around and hooked up with him. And now you expect me to just forget about it
all and forgive you?” Kaleah asked, annoyed. | “Call me crazy…”
Kaleah started. “But did I not tell you when I first met you, thinking you were
some cool chick named |
“Please don’t be mad at me, Kaleah! If you let me in, I’m
sure you and I could be great friends!” Brianne pleaded. | ‘Left alone in the coveted after thought, nobody cares about the girl who has passion. Everyone cares about the girl who has the inevitable beauty.’ Kaleah thought when she was left alone. |
“She’s impossible!” Brianne exclaimed when she ran into Sam
downstairs. | “Why did you even speak to her?” Sam hollered. “You have no
right to even be near her! She has every right to hate you!” |
“You are the only
person that I feel safe with, Samson! That’s why I came here!” | He kept walking without waiting for a response. Brie was confused. She never had Sam blow up on her before. She knew that this wasn’t going to be easy. ‘I need to step up my game…’ She thought, staring blankly at the ceiling where Kaleah’s bedroom was. ‘She’s only getting in my way.’ |
Later that evening, after Sam got off work, he looked
everywhere for Brianne. He found her outside, in nothing but a bikini, and
found that the speech he had prepared lost its way at the sight of Brie’s
perfect body. Sam gulped and tried to shake away his desires. | “I just wanted to say….” Sam stared at her half naked body.
The words seemed to have melted away into mumbles, and Sam completely forgot
what he was about to say. “Um…uhh…” He stuttered, biting his bottom lip. Brianne
giggled. |
Sam turned around so he would stop being distracted by
Brianne’s beauty. | “How long did it take you to come up with that speech?”
Brianne asked, taking in the words Sam had just laid out on her. |
“Sam, no!” Brianne ran after him before he could get anywhere. She grabbed his hand and pulled him back, taking the final few steps in front of him so she could see his face. Sam closed his eyes so he didn’t have to look at her body. “I think that, since I’m not even going to be here for that long, that you should just let us happen and see what happens. If you still have feelings for Kaleah by the time I’m about to leave, then you’ll know that that’s who you want. But if you don’t…then you and I are meant to be.” Sam shook his head. “Samson, please open your eyes.” He slowly opened them, and stared only into hers. | She put her hand on Sam’s face and rubbed her thumb on his
cheek. She did this whenever Sam was upset and it always would calm him down.
As Sam felt the tingling sensation go through his body with every stroke of
Brianne’s thumb, he realized what would happen next. He reluctantly pulled her
arm away. |
“Sam, sometimes it takes an awful experience to realize what
you have. Most of the time, you can’t get it back, but other times you can. I
think I made a mistake 5 years ago, choosing Hank over you. It took this long
for this awful experience to happen, but it happened. And this is a case where
you can get that something that you had back.” She whispered, getting awfully close
to Sam’s face. Sam felt the warmth of her breath, and watched her sweet smile
form across her face. It was a look he could never resist. | She met her lips to Sam’s and he quickly locked his around hers. |
Sam grabbed her, and brought her body closer to his. He ran his hand down her bare back, and traced her skin with his fingers. That tingling sensation came back, and it was intense. As much as Sam wanted to pull away, he couldn’t. Not this time. |
Sam wanted to pull her to the ground right then and there. He wanted to rip off her bikini and kiss every inch of her body. He wanted to touch her…please her. His mind ran wild as he kissed her intensely and it took every muscle in his body to resist his urge. He didn’t even notice that Kaleah had been watching out the window. |
Kaleah sniffed as tears began to fill her eyes. Her heart
felt like it had been stabbed, and she clenched her chest at the pain. They
finally pulled apart from each other, and even with the window closed, Kaleah
could hear their every word. | “Oh my…is that…Kaleah?” Brianne asked as she noticed the figure standing at the window. Kaleah didn’t move. She wanted to see Sam’s reaction. She wanted to see if he showed any sign of remorse in his expression. He turned around, just as Kaleah was wiping away her tears. |
“That’s so creepy…why was she watching us?” Brianne asked annoyed. Sam didn’t respond. He had snapped out of his trance, and cared only about Kaleah. As he headed to the porch steps, Kaleah quickly ran to the stairs. | “Kaleah!” Sam hollered as he tried to catch up to her. |
“Kaleah!” Sam yelled up the stairs. He could see her half way through her bedroom door. She paused to look down at him, tears running down her cheeks. “Kaleah…” Sam repeated, more quietly. They stared at each other—Kaleah’s sad eyes upset Sam. Slowly, as she continued to stare, she closed her bedroom door. |