The Kid with the Scar – Chapter 7

Tension

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"Come on, Sam! You don't have a choice. Just get in the car!" I flailed my arms all around, not looking very business-like, with a frustrated look upon my face. Sam was being as stubborn as you can be. I knew she was mad about having yet another appointment with Dr. Stocker, but it seemed like she was blaming it on me, which I didn't really appreciate at all. I was being as kind as I could be these past few weeks, giving her gentle words and being just a wonderful, loving husband. And it wasn't like I was having the best week of my life, either. Mr. Bonner went back to treating me fairly, though I could still see the resentment in his eyes. He was hurt, but I didn't think it was because of me. It was more like he was hurt by an outside force, something none of us can control. Besides that, though, he's still been giving that Scott Johnson better treatment than the rest of us. It doesn't seem to be bothering everyone else, but it was hard on me, since I am not used to being second-best. I glanced over at my wife and saw her eyes flare with stubbornness and frustration. I rolled my eyes.

"Fine! Be that way! I guess I'll just have to play that Galaxy Wars movie tonight that you so hate," I said in a nonchalant voice. I sneaked a sideways glance at Sam when she looked about to burst into flames.

"Fine! I'll go to the stupid doctor's! Happy?" She angrily stomped to the door and thrust it open with a force so violent it shook out windows. I pretended like I didn't notice since I knew it was a call for attention and casually picked my sodden suitcase that Sam had accidentally dumped water off when I came home from work. Brushing past Sam, I opened the car door for her and gave her a slight smirk.

"Well, Sam, I can't really say I'm too happy. My week's been pretty rough, you know." I set my mouth into a firm line, hoping she'd get the message. The fire in her blue eyes slowly went out and were replaced by a cool breeze. She gave me a slight nod and went in through the door I opened for her.

After getting stuck in rush hour for an hour and a half, Sam blurted out something I didn't think she would. "Look, Freddie, I'm sorry. Yeah, yeah, I was rude, but times are rough, you know? I really am sorry and I hope you can find it in you to just forgive me. I really am sorry." She said all this very fast, like pressing the "Fast Forward" button on a TV screen, except her voice wasn't high. She gazed through my eyes for a couple of seconds before shying away and I can just imagine what it would look like to an outsider. Light, bright, crystal blue eyes with the power to scorch out every bit of evil and horror in the world boring into the eyes the shade of a deep, dark, chocolate brown. It brings with it the kind of feeling you get on a hot summer day, the feeling that everything will turn out alright, sitting in your comfy little chair with your cherry Popsicle in your hand. Two eyes of that kind of intensity, one sharp and one kind, really brings on something special. I really wonder what kind of eyes our child will inherit from that.

"Sam, it's fine. Really. Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it." My words came out all choppy, like an Italian chef cutting up tomatoes with his big butcher's knife and then letting them steam over water. I blushed bright red and chuckled. No matter how I said it, though, I truly was fine with it. Sam is Sam. She shouldn't have to give an apology for something that she was born with. I glanced over and saw Sam was still quiet, her head hung down. I decided I needed a joke and fast.

"Hey, Sam, you do realize that I'm not really gonna play that movie, right?" I elbowed her lightly. "I was joking!" I leaned in to give her a big squeeze, but she pushed me away. I turned, shocked. No need to be so rude, I thought.

"I know, okay? I'm not a retard. I may not be a genius scientist like you, but I'm not stupid. Got it?" With that, she whipped her head towards her window so fast I was frightened of the possibility of whiplash. I narrowed my eyes, angry. How dare she be so stubborn and rude? I am so nice to her in her time of need when I myself am having a bad week and she has the nerve to do this? I drove on, still fuming. Sometimes, I still think I hate her.

"Samantha Benson!" The nurse calls. Sam and I get up, at a slight distance from one another, and follow the curly-haired nurse to a room in the back. "The doctor will be with you shortly." Sam and I stood in utter silence and awkwardness. It was like the kind of feeling you'd get being in the same room as your ex. No need to explain that it's not a picnic.

"Hello, all!" The doctor boomed. I didn't realize him coming in. "Well, Sam, you have now entered your second month of pregnancy. Congrats!" I wasn't really sure if this was something to be happy about or not, and I don't think Sam did, either. "You should probably think about contacting an obstetrician. He or she will keep your baby under maximum care." We both nodded at this. He then asked Sam questions about how she was feeling, especially about her morning sickness and the frequent urination. Thankfully, it was nothing serious and we were both relieved. He also said that next week we would be able to see the baby under an ultrasound. I gotta admit, even I got excited at this.

Half an hour later, Sam and I said our goodbyes and were out the door. There was no traffic that night and we drove in complete and utter silence. My eyes were set on the road and Sam seemed ashamed. I decided to approach.

"You really need to lay off. I get you're feeling down, but I'm under lots of stress, too. So, please, give me a break, okay?" Sam nodded timidly. I sighed. I guess that would have to do. Really, though, sometimes I feel like I'm living with boulders of my back. I love Sam and all, but her constant I-Am-Pregnant-So-Give-Me-Slack attitude has gotten old. Hopefully, once the baby is born, this'll all get better.

I realize now that I must have been kidding myself thinking that.

First off, I'm so TERRIBLY sorry I forgot to update last week. I started school then and I was SOO busy and I just forgot! Please forgive me! I feel really terrible and I hope it'll never happen again. I feel so bad I'm gonna update another chapter this weekend.

So, I pretty much hate school at the moment, haha. It's sooooo boring! Ah, well, I guess I have to make the best of it, right?

So, feel free to review, leave criticism, or ask me a question. No flames please. Thanks and happy reading!