CHAPTER 9

Samuel's POV:

I really don't understand what the hell is happening right now. Sam doesn't take drugs. If anything, she hates it. I am confused about all these.

I go closer to my mom and ask her, "Mom, can I please have a look at that small packet?"

My mom seems to be surprised at my question but nevertheless she gives me the packet. I examine the packet and see that it's pretty similar to a drug packet indeed. I check Sam's bag afterwards. And see a note that said "Silver dust". Darn it. Now, I don't even know if it's real drugs or just some silver dust!

But should I tell them? It might be silver dust. But then again, there is mo solid proof.

I hate these moments. I hate when I don't know what to do. Sam isn't one to take drugs. But I also knew Sam as someone who wouldn't cut herself. I guess I really don't know my own other half.

All of a sudden, my dad's voice breaks me out of my trail of thoughts. "This girl... I tell you, she is growing up too fast. And she isn't even growing in a good way. Taking drugs at such a young age." I can sense from his voice that he's very disappointed and worried. Who can blame him though?

"But dad, can't you and mom get it checked?" I ask them. I mean, at least they could get it checked to see if it is really drug or not.

"We will, honey. But today we aren't really free. We have to stay at the court till 7 pm," my mom continues, "God, it's sometimes really tiresome."

"I thought you two took a day off today." I am a bit surprised that they have work today when yesterday they told me that they took a day off today.

"Emergency, Samuel. Couldn't be helped." My dad replies.

"I see." That's all I can think of right now honestly.

"Samuel, is it alright if we ask for a favour from you?" My mom asks me. And I can clearly see the worry in her eyes.

"Yea, sure mom. You don't need my permission for that." I repy. I mean it's true after all.

"Can you please check on Samantha and see whether she really takes drugs or not?" Honestly I expected that.

"Yea. I don't mind." I reply.

"Thanks, honey. Well, we better head out now. Bye, take care of the house and of Samantha too. Love you. " My mom tells me as she starts to head out.

"Take care, champ. Love you. " My dad gives me a hug and he too begins to depart.

"Yea. Bye. Take care and love you." Just as I say it, they take it as their cue to leave. 

I sigh and begin to eat my pancakes. Strange. I don't really have an appetite. Is it because Sam's not here? Maybe I can give her some.

I take another knife and fork and take my plate full of pancakes upstairs for us to share.

When I arrive, I see that the door's opened. Good for me. My hand is pretty full. I enter the room and see that Sam has changed her clothes. She is sitting at the corner of the room and is sketching a picture.

"Hey." I call her out. She seems a bit surprised to hear my voice. I guess she didn't notice that I entered the room. So like Sam though. Always absorbed whenever she is sketching something or reading a book.

She slowly gains back her composure and replies with a smile, "Oh, hey." After awhile, she stares at her sketch and asks me, "It seems quite. Mom and dad aren't home?"

"Nah. Otherwise I wouldn't have brought these pancakes for you." I tell her and show her the plate full of pancakes.

Her eyes widen. "But, those a-" I interrupt her by saying, "What's mine is also yours. And besides, for some reason, I couldn't really enjoy it knowing that you would be starving yourself."

"Thanks." She replies with a smile. The smile that she only shows me.

"Huh? I am offended." I try pulling my best angry tone.

She seems to have fallen for it. "W- what? Did I say something wrong?" She begins to stutter.

Alright. That didn't go how I planned it. Might as well just break it out to her.  "You said 'thanks' as in the word that's forbidden for us to say." I reply with a chuckle.

It's as if realization hits her and slowly, the worry in her face begins to fade away. She gives me a smile of her own.

"You dummy, don't scare me like that. But yea, you are right. It's a forbidden word between us." She says.

"Yup. Now let's eat before it gets too cold. " I tell her in such a tone as if I have been starving for months.

She chuckles and agrees with me. She picks her knife and fork and digs in.

After awhile, we finished eating.

When twins eat something, it's meant to be finished withing minutes. And we just proved it. We should take part in an eating contest or something.

"Boy, I am full." Sam exclaims as she lies on the floor... her hair going all over the place.

"I am in the same group as you." I tell her as I lie down beside her. Careful so that I don't lie on her hair.

We both have our eyes closed and there is a silence around us. Not the awkward silence. But a comfortable one.

While we are enjoying the silence, a question comes into my mind and I decide to ask her, "Hey, Sam. Did you really take drugs?"

She turns her head towards me and flashes me a looks that clearly shows how much she was hurt by my question. Crap! What was I thinking?! I shouldn't have asked her that.

She slowly gets up and takes the dishes so she can put them in the sink and wash them.

I sigh. "I really am an idiot. A big one too." Why did I ask her that?!

But I just couldn't help it. I thought I knew her. That's what I thought. But after the whole cutting thing, it's like I don't know her anymore.

The note had clearly written "silver dust" on it. And mom found it from her art bag. I guess that means that she bought that thing so could use it for some art thing. But I am not really sure.

I can check some art shops in the area, I guess. But I doubt if I can leave her alone like this. I don't want to make the same mistake as before.

Ugh! I am hella confused. I sigh and close my eyes. I take a deep breathe and try to think calmly.

If I can find whether Sam actually took drugs or not, then she won't have suffer that much. Moreover, Sam promised me that she wouldn't cut anymore. And Sam never breaks her promises. But then again, I don't know Sam like I thought I knew her. But this one time, I am gonna believe that she won't break her promises.

I quickly get up and head towards my closet. I begin to change my clothes.  I grab my phone and spare keys and head downstairs. I spot the packet where I sat in the morning. I grab it and keep it in my back pocket.

I enter the kitchen and see that Sam is almost done washing the dishes.

"Hey, Sam." She flinches for a while. "I am gonna go out for awhile. I have the spare key with me. I am gonna be back by 4 or 5. Cool?" I ask her and she just nods.

I sigh. I guess she's mad at me. Can't blame her though. After wearing my shoes, I head out hoping that I can find the answer to my question, "Did Sam really take drugs?"