So this is a story that my mind won't let go of. It's been a long time since I have written any fanfiction, but writing this has made me realize how much I miss writing for myself as opposed to forced, educational writing. But I'm not and you all are not here to here me go on and on about my self-imposed hiatus so without further ado, enjoy!

Don't Come Back For Me

Chapter 1

"Sammy, babe, you are not going to believe what I am about to show you." Pete spoke fast and excitedly. I don't know where we were driving to as he kept insisting that I be blindfolded for this surprise. I would think that he'd know by now how much I really hate surprises. The car came to a stop after what seemed like a twenty minute drive from my house.

"I hope you didn't do something too unbelievable!" a nervous chuckle spilled out of me. For some reason my stomach was just churning.

"Don't worry. We're here, let me get the door open for you." Pete stepped out of the car and opened my door. I took hold of his outstretched hands and let him help me out. Turning me around, I felt his fingers slowly untie the knot. "Ok, take a deep breath and open your eyes..."

The blindfold slipped off and I opened my eyes to a house. It was a small, cute little house. The lawn was well manicured and a sign stuck in the middle with the words 'Sold' tacked vertically on it. Looking from the house to Pete, I try to figure out what the surprise is. Because I know it cannot be what it seems to be. Pete is smiling like some fool who just struck gold, waiting for some kind of reaction from me.

"Well?" his patience runs out and he comes close to stand beside me.

"What's the surprise?" I know what it is, but I really hope that Pete tells me that I am mistaken somehow.

"I bought a house for us! Now we have a place for after the wedding! Isn't it great?" Pete grasped my hand and intertwined our fingers. For what seeemed to be a second time today, I was truly speechless.

A house? What would posses him to buy a house for us completely on his own? The house was something you would see in a magazine. Honestly I would have loved the house if the situation was different. But the fact that he bought a house with no input from me was just completely mind boggling.

"Great? What about my house?" I take a deep breath and try to remain calm. I see the excitement and joy dying from Pete's eyes slowly.

"Your house is much too small for both of us, and it will definitely be too small for any kids and the dog." Pete spoke firmly as though he was making the world's most logical argument. I felt my breathing hitch a little as he mentioned the kids and dogs that we were supposed to be having. The wedding has not even been planned out yet and he's talking about kids.

"My house is fine for two people and there wouldn't be any kids for a while you know that."

"Oh right, because of your super important job. I'm sorry, I don't know how I could have forgotten that!" Pete snaps at me.

"I thought you understood and appreciate what I do at work? We talked about this Pete."

"We did talk about it, but I don't think I'm finished talking about it after all. All you care about is your job and your...team." Pete paused at the last word as though he really wanted to say something else. "And you need to start caring about me the same way if not more than your precious job."

His voice was starting to get louder and louder and looking around I noted how quiet the neighborhood was. As each moment passed and the more I thought about it, the more infuriated I was becoming. Though I am ready to snap, I don't want to cause a scene or give anyone something to talk about. I suck in a deep breath and try to compose myself.

"I am not going to talk about this with you here."

"Why, you don't have time? Need to rush back to work?" Pete spitted out, his voice growing bitter by the moment.

"Because I refuse to cause a scene like this."

"Fine." Pete stormed back to the car and jumped in. The ride back to the house was quiet and tense. I can't believe how Pete is trying to turn this around on me. My job is very demanding and he knows how guilty I feel about not being able to be home a lot. But that doesn't give him the right to do as he pleases, especially with things that effect us equally. Am I really wrong for not being happy that he made such a big decision without me? I know that Pete means well, I really do but that doesn't mean he should always be making decisions for me. This isn't the first time he's done this type of thing either. I've had enough controlling relationships to last a lifetime.

Back in the solace of my own home, I grab a drink before heading into round two of our talk. "You know Pete, you knew what kind of woman I was before you proposed. And most people cannot say that they know me the way you do."

"You're right. And I would even say I know you more than you are willing to admit that you know yourself." Pete, cool and collected once again, spoke with such an air of confidence.

"I really doubt that. What you said back at your house..."

"Our house." Pete interrupted.

"No, at your house, this is my house. I don't care about my team more than you or my job. What I care about is the fact that we are in a relationship, we are engaged, and you went and made a huge decision for us without respect of my feelings."

"I did this for us Sam. For the past month it has seemed that you have been in some sort of fog, like you weren't really happy. I thought this house would put everything in perspective for you and show you how things can be if you will just allow it to happen." Pete spoke passionately. His words being soft and gently, almost willing me to accept them. But I just couldn't, the word perspective, just hit me like a ton of bricks.

"You know what? You're right. This house did put everything in perspective for me. I think I was expecting too much from you and hoping you would be something that you aren't. I'm sorry, but I don't need someone who won't value my opinion or respect my feelings. Do you understand that? I mean, a marriage is made up of two people not just one." I bite my tongue, not wanting to be too harsh even though I can still feel my blood boiling. I don't know how I didn't see how controlling Pete could be. His persistence in finding out what I do should have given me some kind of clue, but I brushed it aside and explained it away by him being a cop. I think deep down I always knew how Pete really was but I was so desperate for a normal life, for someone to come home to, that I was blinded by everything else.

"So what is it that you are saying Sam? I know I may have been too excited and moved too quickly but that's only because I love you."

"I know you love me. I really do. It's just that I don't think this is what I want anymore. I think I was forcing myself to believe this could work but I have to be honest. You deserve that much and more than I could ever offer you." I take a deep breath and try and gauge his reaction. His face falls like the wind just got taken out of him. My heart burns a little and I can't help but feel like I am the worst person in the world.

Seconds turn into minutes and he has yet to break the awkward silence. I see him taking deep gulps and trying to process everything. His hands turn into fists and his anger is visibly rising. His mouth opens and closes, opens and closes. Pete has never been one to really explode but I wouldn't be surprised if he did so now, it would be warranted after all.

"I wish you didn't feel that way but uh...I...I'll just see you later. I need to go for a drive or something." Pete mumbled along and turned to walk out the house.

A/N: There you go, hope you all like it. Review Please! :)