I Am Your Mate (Book 2 of I Am series)

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Chapter 7

Sam P.O.V

After class had finished, I walked to my locker. When I opened my locker, an envelope fell out. It was small, and had my name written on the front. I picked it up and unsealed it, revealing a handwritten letter, inside.


Dear Sam,

I really hope that you will meet me somewhere, soon. I know this is unexpected. I never told you, that I was leaving. I need to speak to you. It’s important.

I probably don’t deserve to speak to you. The way I left, I hurt everyone that I love. And I’m hoping that you’ll forgive me. Please remember, that I had no choice.

I left, because it was for you and your Dads safety. I have and always will love you both.

Love, Mum.


My knees, were wobbling. My head was spinning. I collapsed to the ground, after my legs were numb.

‘What? But, she’s gone she’s.....dead. She went missing years ago. But......they never found her body.’ I explained, to Leah.

‘Are you sure she’s dead?’ Leah asked.

I held the letter, staring at it.

‘She’s alive.’ I stated.

‘But why’d she come back now?’ Leah asked.

‘I don’t know.’ I said.

I could feel tears running down my face. Every tear drop, soaked the letter. I didn’t notice anything that was happening around me. Until I felt, the electricity. Cole picked me up bridal style, but I didn’t move. Eyes glued to the paper.

“Sam?” He asked.

I was still in shock.

“Sam?” Cole asked, again in a worried voice.

“Alright, everybody, leave her alone. Go.” Cole ordered. That’s when I looked up and saw there was a massive crowd sorrounding me. Watching me. They all turned and went back to their own business.

“Sam, what’s wrong?” Cole asked, with gentle eyes. I couldn’t speak, nor move. I just stared back down at the paper.

“Let’s get you home.” He said, after realising I wasn’t going to talk. He carried me out to his car. And gently placed me in my seat, buckling me up. And finally jumping in, the car. And he sped off, towards the pack house. Meanwhile, I stared down at the letter, reading it over and over again.

“Zaya grabbed your stuff, for you, at school.” Cole said breaking the silence. It just dawned on me. I had left my bag and phone, sitting on the floor in the hallway, near my locker.

“Sam, you can talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.” Cole pleaded, as we pulled up in the drive way.

I didn’t move, or speak. Cole jumped out of the car and came over to my side, helping me out. We made it inside. And Jo was in the kitchen, baking.

“What are you two, doing, home so early?” She asked, but as she looked up and seen my pale face covered in tears and Cole carrying me, she rushed over to us. Wiping the flour off her hands, onto the navy blue apron she was wearing.

“Oh, dear, what happened?” She asked, softly. When I didn’t answer, Jo turned her gaze towards Cole. Looking for an answer.

“I don’t know.” He admitted.

“Okay, take her upstairs, to her bedroom.” Jo ordered. “Sam, do you want anything to eat?” She asked me.

I didn’t want to come across rude, but I was still in shock.

“Okay, I’ll just make you some soup.” Jo said, and Cole nodded, as he brought me to my room.

Once inside, he placed me on my bed. And sat next to me.

“Are you alright?” He asked. Instead of answering, I passed him the letter. He took it, with confusion on his face. I watched his facial expression change, from confusion to understanding.

When he finished reading he looked up at me. Searching in my eyes, for anything.

“Everyone thought, she was gone.” I said. He sat there listening. And nodding. “Everyone thought she was dead. But now she just......decides to put a letter in my locker. Telling me she’s alive. Why? Why did she leave? Were Dad and I not good enough for her? Was I not a good enough daughter?” I asked, more to myself, than anyone.

“She said, she needed to speak to you, and that it was important. Maybe there’s something, that we’re missing. She said it was for you and your Dads safety. Maybe it was.” Cole said.

“But she could’ve told me.” I cried. Cole reaches out and pulled me into a tight hug.

“Ssshh, it’s going to be alright.” Cole cooed.

“She wasn’t here, for me, she wasn’t here, for Dad. And now Dad’s dead.” I cried, into Cole’s shoulder.

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