Thirty two

I ripped through the trees, searching everywhere for Samantha. Rain pounded down on me. I muttered curses under my breath, furious she'd gone looking for a stupid teddy bear in this weather. I'd been yelling her name for minutes, but nothing. No answer. What if something happened to her? What if she's lying there, hurt or worse? Goddamn it!

I was livid, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. And to think she'd gone off on her own, trying to be some kind of hero. Miss Goody Two-Shoes, always trying to save the day. But now, she might be the one who needs saving. The thought sent a chill down my spine.

I pushed through the underbrush, my eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of her. The rain drummed against my ears, making it hard to hear anything else. But I kept calling out her name, hoping against hope she'd answer. "Samantha! Samantha, damn it, answer me!"

"Samantha!" I yelled again, yanking my wet hair back in frustration. "Carlton." Her soft voice came from behind, and I spun