Being a Billionaire's Son

Blames

Passing every corner of the town felt like dying to Sam. Each turns pierce his heart, his eyes were tightened. "I am leaving".he turned to each of the building, they felt a symbol of hope it was dark, and he could barely see. They finally left for the airport. The thought of how will christabel react fed his mind. His heads became heavy, and somehow he felt was dizzy. Anita stared at her son. "He must be tired". They board the plane.

Christabel runs back to Sam house. "What am I doing" she stopped on reaching there. What am gonna to say, she asked herself. It was dark already. Wind was blowing really hard. She was tired. Her legs were shaking. I have to go home, she said to herself. Christabel left for home. 

she got home late. Her parents were worried. "Where did you and Marcel wander off to" christabel ignore the question. She left for her room. She couldn't sleep for some reason. She was tired, but the thought of how to approach Sam was bothering her. "What if we never talk again" she tosses and turn in the bed. 

christabel got up early, it felt like she had opened her eyes all day. She did her house chores. She battles whether going to work or visiting Sam. She didn't pick any, I want to catch my breath, she said. She saw Simon painting on a board. "He has been doing this lately she wonders s" how eyebrows flash up and hold on, she leaned forward altering a view" Simon what are doing". I am painting brother Sam, he responded I wanted to thank him for the few tricks, he taught me. She was touch and amaze. Then something kick her head. "Have Sam been here" it came out loudly. yes, Simon said not been distracted. He played chess with pa and won. Christabel step back, her eyebrows furrows, releasing a blink. "He won". Pa never play chess with anybody except on a bargain, and he always won. Christabel, Simon, called repeatedly. She was lost in thought. I want to give Sam this painting myself. yes, Christabel said without listening.christabel had the book competition coming up. She had to go prepare. On reverse each book, she kept thinking of Sam, how strange he is. she had lost her chance in expressing her love in the basketball game. "I won't fail in the book competition" she squeezes her fist together. 

the plane landed. Some group of men wearing black suit was waiting outside the airport.Mrs Anita walks slowly to the exit with Sam. The men on black quickly arrange themselves in a rectangular format with Mrs Anita in the middle, they guild her safely into her car. 

the car arrived at Khalid Charles mansion. Everything seems to have changed. There were security guard everywhere, more beautiful than before. Anita watches her son. Has he glanced around. 

the car finally stop after 60 minutes of driving in the estate. There was red carpet on the floor, flowers were been thrown as they spotted the car. The guards quickly open the car door. They were so active, it seems like they have trained their life for this. Sam had a cocky face, he didn't wait for his mom to join him, he walked on his own. He soon spotted a familiar figure at the door. It was Jessica, she hasn't changed, Sam thought. That wasn't his concern now he hoped that christabel opens the door. 

"hi, Samuel longtime" Jessica called at closeThe book competition was the next day. Christabel had prepared toughly. She hasn't been to work lately. Mr. Johnson had contacted her, she covered up with the book competition coming up. Marcel hasn't visited since that day. She hasn't seen Sam, this has bother christabel, she had tried to push herself to visit, but she doesn't know what to say. "I shouldn't have left" she blames herself. Maybe he is angry, I didn't let him explained. He must have had his reasons. "I came from a rich family". Dammit christabel lost in thought. I should have listened, perhaps his family is average or balance. it's not that he is the son of a billionaire. I don't really know how to approach him, it gets the worst by the day. I should call him, christabel brought her phone out. The number kept ringing, but no response. Sam has refused to pick up. She called several times, but there was no response. She finally gave up on the 10th time. He really is angry, christabel drop her phone. Why is he doing this, her eyebrows draw together, she bit her lip. She was settled inside. Maybe he wants to avoid associating with me. This was common christabel thought trying to assure herself. 

"hi, Samuel longtime" Jessica smiled as she bow a little. Anita smiled, "Jessica, always beautiful". Sam didn't say a word, he buried his head down avoiding eye contact, he walked inside. Jessica gave a surprise expression, raising her eyebrows. Anita approaches her, "shy as always" she said. Jessica laughs "welcome" she rushed to her. They hug each, "when is your mom coming back". "I really don't know" she whispered. "He is tired" Anita point to the door.

The books competition begun and christabel got first place. She received medals for her victory. She scanned everywhere looking for Sam, but he didn't come. She wanted to win, so she can thank Sam for his hints. Marcel finally show up, he approaches christabel. "Hey champion", he said. Christabel didn't respond. "Look am sorry, for what I did, I was wrong" he adjusted his tie. " Can we still be friends" he handed yellow rose flowers to her. yeah, she responded. "Where is Sam," he said looking around. He is busy, christabel replied hasty. " Yeah I broke his back door, last time. He will be fixing it right now". Christabel stare directly at him." I will apologize to him" better christabel said. Marcel left. She spotted Mr. Carlos. "Hey champion" Mr. Carlos spotted her. "Have you seen Sam? She asked. " He is not here? Then he should be at home, he waved at someone. I will see you around" he said. Christabel removes her medals. She brought out, Sam necklace. Beautiful has always, she wonders. 

she left early. She didn't want to attend the party. Her parents were still in the event center. She changed quickly to her favorite jean. She left for Sam house. She has made up her mind. The path seemed long, she kept reciting what to say. She finally got there. The surrounding felt messing. There were trace of car print. What could have happened here. range.