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“Congratulations,” I replied as I embraced Sonya.  She was glowing with happiness, and her dress was amazingly beautiful.  It had little bead-like pearls all over the bottom, forming a beautiful and intricate design.  Her dress was an off-white color, and she had her hair up in a messy bun, held together with a pearl clip.  Her makeup made her skin look flawless, and the groom wasn’t half bad either.  Sonya smiled as she looked from me to the man standing next to me.  He was a drop-dead gorgeous man that made all other women swoon.  But he was mine…  “This is my fiancé, Sam,” I introduced as Sam graciously shook Ryan and Sonya’s hands.  “It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” he replied politely.  Sonya looked over at me with her eyes saying, “Damn! You got a sexy beast!”  I laughed as I linked my arm in Sam’s and smiled up at him.  I still felt this nagging feeling that we were being watched.  In fact, I was almost certain Gabe was somewhere around.  But I was ready for him.

I would like to see him try to attack…  “Well, we are so glad that you two could make it.  It’s nice to meet a friend of Sonya’s who isn’t too busy to come to her own wedding,” Ryan replied.  I nodded politely.  “You two better come to the reception,” Sonya warned as Ryan urged her forward to the limo.  “Of course,” I replied as we followed after them towards Sam’s car.  As we got inside, Sam began to speak.  “They’re very nice people,” he stated.  I nodded.  Sonya really was a great girl to hang out with.  I knew I had to invite her to my wedding…  That is, if Gabe had anything to say about it…  Sam pulled out of the parking lot and followed the directions Sonya had given us to the reception on the outskirts of Ruckshire.  As we pulled off of the highway, and stopped at a stop sign, we looked around and started to pull out, when another car didn’t even stop.  In fact, when it saw us, it sped up.  I looked in horror as the car nearly slammed into the driver’s side.  “SAM!” I yelled as he sped up and somehow the car missed us.

Sam stopped the car as he struggled to regain some composure.  “That was a close one,” he muttered as he pulled back onto the road.  I looked at Sam in shock.  He had to believe me now.  “That was no coincidence, Sam…  That car was trying to kill you,” I replied angrily.  Sam shook his head as we pulled into the reception.  “It was just some kid not paying attention to the road signs,” he stated simply as he got out of the car.  I shook my head as the anger rose higher and higher.  I slammed the door loudly as Sam looked back at me.  He didn’t have that beat up 1967 Volkswagen.  In fact, he had a very nice Mustang with lightly tinted windows.  He gave me a glare as I returned one.  “Stop being ridiculous, Kat,” he warned as he finally had had enough.  I shook my head.  “No, Sam… Not until you believe me.  You should believe me!  I’m supposed to be your wife in three months and you can’t seem to trust me!” I spat in anger.

Sam sighed as he came towards me.  “Kat, I do trust you… I do believe you… but this just seems too far-fetched,” he exclaimed slowly.  I shook my head in frustration.  Sam tried to put his hand on my shoulder, but I jerked away.  He let out a huff as he began to walk towards the reception.  At that moment, the very same car that had nearly rammed us entered the parking lot.  It was headed straight for Sam.  I watched in horror as Sam had no idea what was going on.  “Sam!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.  He turned back to me in confusion as the car made its way down the parking lot.  I ran in the same direction and jumped Sam at the last second.  We fell to the ground as the car missed us by not much, and sped off.  I turned to see the car leave the parking lot, as a streak of a man who looked a lot like Gabe disappeared.

I had all ready packed a suit case full of clothes and what little pieces of my life I could carry inside.  I marched to Sam’s door as my mother pleaded for me to stay.  “You know I have to do this, mom,” I exclaimed as she barricaded the door with herself.  She let out a sigh realizing I was right.  She then pulled me into an embrace and let out a little sob.  “I’m going to miss you, baby,” she whispered as she finally let go.  “We can’t just run away,” Sam protested as he watched me throwing his clothes from his dresser onto his bed in a pile.  I searched under the bed for a suitcase.  “Sam, this is the way it has to be.  I am NOT going to lose you, okay?” I replied, on the verge of hysteria.  Sam looked into my eyes and pitied my efforts.  “Isn’t it all pointless?” he asked.  I shook my head as I looked at our two big suitcases.  “This is too much to carry… Do you have a duffel bag or something?” I asked.

Sam nodded as he let out a sigh and looked through his closet, finding the very same duffel bag he brought with him from the future.  I opened my suitcase and picked out the more important items, my clothes, unmentionables, hygiene products, and my photo album.  I then proceeded to grab Sam’s things and shoved them all inside.  Sam just stared at me.  “We can’t do this, Kat,” he refused.  I threw my hands up in the air in frustration.  How could he be so stubborn?  Then again, so was I…  “Do you want to die, Sam?” I spat.  Sam shook his head as he sat down on the bed.  “No; of course not,” he answered.  I followed after him and sat down on the edge of the bed.  “Then come with me,” I replied, holding out my hand.  Sam was hesitant.  I still felt like he couldn’t fully trust me.  How could he not trust me?

What had I ever done to make him feel this way?  We couldn’t get married in this condition…  Finally Sam put his hand firmly in mine and squeezed it.  I pulled him off of the bed and grabbed the duffel bag.  “Let’s go,” I stated as Sam took the duffel bag from me.  He stopped in his tracks.  I followed his gaze to a picture of his parents.  We lingered there for a moment.  “Don’t worry; Sarah will tell them something…” I assured him.  Sam nodded his head as he finally started walking again.  We exited the house and headed to his car.  He slowly opened the trunk and threw the duffel bag inside.  When he closed it, he turned his gaze back to his apartment.  I knew he didn’t want to leave everything behind.  Neither did I…  I just wanted us to have a normal life, and here we were, running away again.  I could tell that Sam hated everything about this plan; but I had no other ideas.

“Come on, Sammy,” I urged as I waited on the passenger side of the car.  Sam let out a deep depressing sigh as he grabbed his keys and got inside.  There was silence for a minute before he actually put the key into ignition.  I grabbed his hand in mine and gave it a reassuring squeeze.  “I will never live without you, Sam Livingston, and I don’t want to.  So that means we can’t be torn apart,” I stated quietly, but with conviction.  A smile escaped Sam’s lips as he finally turned the car on and we headed down the street.  I watched as Zelda’s Pizzeria passed by and the street toward my house disappeared behind us.  “Where exactly are we going?” Sam finally asked as he turned towards me.  I turned to him and smiled.  “First stop, Millie’s,” I answered as if I was some sort of train conductor.

{Please rate and comment! I haven't been getting very many rates, so I'm not sure if I'll continue with the story. I don't know if it's not as interesting as the first one, or if i need to liven the story up more. Tell me what you think!--melissa}