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September 27, 2012 (Thursday -- 2 days to the Full Moon)
Samantha was like a zombie at school on Thursday. She remained quiet and kind of ignored her classmates as she wrote down her notes. Her pen scribbled across a piece of paper as she drew black and white pictures of wolves howling to the moon and stars. She had Rashad on her mind once more. She wiped away a tear and went back to her drawings.
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Rashad woke up about 11:30 am and checked his phone. There were some missed calls and a voice mail from Samantha. He listened and then erased it. 'What was she sorry for? He's the one that messed up.' He knew she was at school and he didn't want to be a distraction to her there. He took his clothes off and as he did he could still smell her on him. His erection came to life and he tried desperately to subdue it, but it had a mind of its own. He stepped into the hot shower and let the water run over him.
His mind wandered to Tracy. He had texted her last night and she still hadn't responded. Their marriage had been on the down slope lately, and he knew it was his fault. He had been fat and lazy, barely attending college and once he had graduated, doing nothing around the house. This change was as good of an excuse for her to leave and he truly considered not bothering to contact her again, to let her get on with her life with someone who would truly be worthy of her love.
After the shower and looked at himself in the mirror. He was 6'4" and you could definitely see the Italian and Black in him. With his brown eyes and now muscular physique, he almost didn't recognize himself. Thomal walked into the bedroom and put his clothes back on and walked over to Wal-Mart. He went to the men's section and picked up some polo's, t-shirts, jeans, socks a pair of sunglasses a couple of hoodies and boxers. He went to the shoe department to see what they had. He picked up a pair of hiking boots and turned to leave the store when a scent caught his attention and made his mouth water, blood. He started sniffing the air and following the smell to the meat department. He found himself standing in front of the meat display case. He sniffed some more and reached through the packages until he found some steaks with a high content of blood still in them. He put 3 of them in a plastic bag and brought them and the rest of the items to the check out.
He went back to his room and put the clothes in the dresser. Then he walked into the kitchenette and realized that he didn't have anything to cook the meat in. He was about to walk back to Wal-Mart when he caught the scent of blood again. He ripped open the first package and hesitantly took a bite. The taste of the raw meat going down his throat with the blood trickling behind it was too much. He fell to his knees and devoured all the steaks in a feeding frenzy.
He looked at his cell phone when he was finished and saw that it was 2:15 pm. He knew that Samantha would be getting out soon and he needed to talk to her. He threw away the wrappers, washed his face, brushed his teeth and put on a pair of jeans, a hoodie and the hiking shoes. He grabbed his shades, earphones and walked out of his room to the bus stop where he knew she had to go to catch the bus.
He made it to the bus stop at 2:40 and just sat on the bench, put his headphones on, and listened to music while he waited. He smelled her before he saw her, but he didn't move. He knew his face would be shadowed by the hood and the glasses. He watched her walk up to the stop, pass him and wait. She looked sad, and he knew it was his fault. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and hug her to him, but that would have to wait till later. A few minutes later, the bus arrived and she got on it, he followed. She sat on the third seat and he went to the bench in the back of the bus.
The ride took about an hour, and he watched as Samantha tried to call him again. It took all his willpower not to answer, not to walk down there and sit next to her and hold her. He knew he had to be strong. He needed to know where she stood in all this, especially after last night.
When they arrived at her stop she got off and he followed behind. He acted like he was walking the opposite direction and then he stopped and waited for her to get to her building. He walked up the stairs to her condo and knocked on the door.
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It was a disaster today. Samantha had nearly flunked the pop quiz Mrs. Rush had given them. Her mind was thinking over everything. She wanted to see him. She wanted to be there to help him through everything. He took off and he still wouldn't answer his phone. Her eyes didn't even drift around the bus like they usually do. She didn't smile or make a sound. She had taken the last of her hydrocodone when she had gotten up this morning; her gall bladder had flared up again. She thought about going to the hospital, taking another bus just to get there. She then decided against it.
Samantha stepped down from the bus at her stop and walked towards her condo, lighting a cigarette as she walked. Her feet felt like three ton weights lifting and taking her higher up towards the third floor of the complex. She reached the top and butted out her cigarette unlocking the door and walking in. She closed the door behind her and walked towards the kitchen throwing away the cigarette butt before walking into her bedroom.