Chapter 1

It was the first day I had to go met the "Phsycrastict". My parents drove me over till this 2 stories building that was painted an ugly green. They watched me until I was in side to make sure I was not leaving.

I walk into the waiting room I think. I saw this woman behind a desk talking on the phone.

"I know did u like her dress it was liked so ugly. You did?" she shouted

"Miss." I said

"Can't you see I on the phone?" She said in annoyed voice. She mean I mean can't she tell the person waiting. I wonder how she even got the job.

I know this mean but anyway I took the phone away from her and said into the phone.

"She call you back." "Miss could you tell me if the dude I was schedule to meet is ready to meet me."

She glares at me and said in a snotty voice "Do you have an appointment?"

"Yes, I think, Sam Warren." I said hoping my parents did not put my full name done.

"I do not see a Sam Warren sorry." She said and she turns away ignoring me.

I saw a door and a woman came out of it. SO me being me and assuming it the office I walked into there.

"Miss You can't..."

But she was cut off by sound of the door slamming

I can to stop in front of a muscular chest. I look up to the bluest eyes I had ever seen.

I back up and stuttered out a few words. "um... I'm so so so so.... s-s-sorry." And I fumbled for the door but to only to have it open by it self. I felt my self fall backwards. But I did not feel myself connect to the floor all I felt were strong arms holding me up.

He brought me to my feet were I got a good look at him. He was about 25 years old. With his black shaggy hair that was pulled back in a ponytail and the muscle he had I can see he could get anyone he wants.

"I'm so sorry Devon she went in here before I could stop her." she said blinking her eyelashes in a flirtiest way.

"Hon can you tell me your name?" he ask in a soft voice like I was a child and I'm like adult I'm 17 and that close to an adult you can get.

"Sam Warren, as I trying to tell her but she was to busy on the phone." I said

"You may leave now Sandra." He said and she left he closed the door motioning me to the couch that was in the middle of the room.

"Please take a seat Sam." He said still using that soft voice

"Tell me about yourself Sam." He said and that voice of his was getting annoying.

"Ok first of I don't want to be here but It looks like I have to be here and second off would stop treating me like a little kid, what you are like 8 years older than me." I said trying to keep my voice under control

"First off Hon am 23 and am sorry I act like I was treating you like a baby and that you don't want to be here. Now that we are over that can you tell me about your life?"

I don't see why he wants to know about my life he has it right there in his book.

"Well let see I'm 17. I have lots of friends. I have a boyfriend. I believe in god. That the reason why my parents send me here. My parents love me I guess you say to a point." While I was taking a breath Devon ask me a strange question

"Why do you think your parents do not love you that much?"

"Because I'm not like Tina, the oldest daughter that got killed in a car wreck before I was born. They could not handle someone else another child afraid to get close to me." I said not realizing I was cry until I felt Devon wiping my face with a Kleenex.

I sat there sniffling and trying to control myself as Devon wipes the tries that continue to fall. We did not talk until I was able to stop crying and control myself.

He looks at me with concern eyes not pity that I see in other eyes when people look at me. He asked me a question that I had been asked my whole life. "Are you going to be alright Hon?" but it was not annoying as when other people say it. Because this time someone really meant it.

"Yeah I'm fine." I said trying to give him a weak smile

It didn't seem to faze but I guess that he was giving me my space since he went on.

"Can you tell me about your friends and boyfriend?" I nodded and launch into my story of my friends

"Well I guess you can I say I have a lot of friends but there not my real friends there only there cause I'm popular they don't care about me or anyone else just all they care about if they in the in-crowd. There nice and everything but they just not friends really. But I have one real friend we met when I was in kindergarten and he was in 6TH

Grade and he takes care of me from all the bullies that were back then and all the sick people. But one day he moved. He moved when I was in 3 grade and he was in 8 grade. I guess he helps me a lot and ok it just that I miss him he never wrote to me or called me at all. I knew not no 8 grader wanted to be caught dead with a 3 grader buddy so I never got really mad at him. It wasn't his fault that he moved when I learned I was in love with him. But I seen got over I when I met Charlie, my boyfriend. I met him when my sophomore year and we started dating towards the end of sophomore year and have been dating for about 2 and half years now. And right now I think I falling in love with Charlie there just one problem with that... He not a Christian." I took a deep breath after saying all that and I saw that Devon expression was blank and I could not tell what he was thinking.

"Can you tell me how you felt after your friend moved?" He asked me OMG can't he just give it a break it nothing that he needs to know about. Fine I will tell him how I felt but he is not getting anything out of me for the rest of the day.

"I guess what any 3 grader would feel if there friends was moving. I felt sad, angry, and mad. I wanted to hurt the world just leave the place, but when my friend took me to her church everything changes. I found out what the love of God was and what he did for us and the power of him."

"Can you tell me why you were mad?" why does he always ask me question and tell me what was wrong with me. Not that there was anything wrong with me.

"Well I was mad that he was leaving me and that I'm might never see him again. I was mad at the world for taking him away from me. I mean how cold they do that to me. I was a sweet child but also a messed up child and he helped me get over it." I said leaning back putting my feet on his table.

"I see. Do you feel like you are a messed up child now." He asked me since I was being brief as possible now since I gave too much away.

"I don't know, do you think I am." I ask in a child voice. I'm as long as I not giving information out I can still have some fun.

"I think that you believed you are but you are not." He said after thinking for sometime. I look at the clock and saw it was 5:00 and I had to get home. I stood up and heard him ask

"Samantha were do you think you are going." I stopped that was the first time anyone said my full name like that except my friend that move. I turned around and said "No one has ever called me that since since s-s-since him." I said crying a little I did not know why it affects me but it just did.

I saw Devon open his arms and I fall into them. Sobbing into his shirt. I stayed there my face nestled into his chest. When I finally stop crying I look up in his gorgeous eyes and said in a weak voice "I I'm s-s-sorry I d-d-did not to mean to r-r-ruin your s-shirt." I tried to give a small smile to show him I'm ok but it did not fool him since he said

"Come inside Samantha." He said motioning me into the room again. I walk into the room again and sat on the comfy couch and Devon sat on the other side of me.

"Samantha what wrong?" he asked me he eyes showing concern for me. That open the gate again as the tears quickly filled my eyes. Slowly they slipped from my eyes and onto my cheeks. I was sobbing like before just it was unstoppable tears.

"Samantha please tells me what wrong. I'm here for you. You can tell me anything you want." He said and somehow I felt I could trust him.

"You just brought up sad memories that all." I said I really did not want to get into it the past that I wanted to forget so badly. I past that I wanted to bury forever, but suddenly I was traveling back to the past that I wanted to forget.

A/N done with the first Chap. please R&R. Hope you like it. I did not send this to my beta reader. Please tell me if I need to send it to my beta reader. And please tell me your ideas for this story I really love to hear your opinion.