Chapter One: Retribution
Her fingers fisted around the fabric of his shirt, her knuckles a startling white against the navy blue. He didn't even look up.
"You told me to go," he said, his voice emotionless. "I'm doing what you want."
He was actually doing it. He was actually leaving.
"Please," she choked out. Her eyes were starting to blur. She blinked hastily, sending wet trails down her cheeks. "I didn't mean it." His head suddenly snapped up and their eyes met.
"Like how you didn't mean to hurt me, Sam? Or how you didn't mean to, oh—I don't know," his voice was rising, he didn't bother to hide the sarcasm. He glared at her and she shrank back, dropping her hand and looking away. She couldn't meet his gaze.
"How you didn't meant to sleep with my best friend?" She winced. He waited for an answer.
He didn't get one. The silence stretched on. He was the first to break it.
"Or maybe how you didn't mean it when you said you loved me," his voice was quiet, resigned. She looked up. He looked so broken, so defeated. He met her gaze and she could see the pain in them. She opened her mouth to say something but he shut his eyes quickly, a lone tear escaping its confines. He rubbed it away impatiently and his face turned expressionless once more. He looked at her for a moment and opened his mouth to say something, thought better of it and shut his mouth again. He glanced towards the door, picked up his discarded duffel bag and smoothed down his hair.
"I'll be back in a few days to get the rest of my things," he said quietly and made his way to the door. "Bye, Sam."
He didn't even look back.
A/N: Don't really know where this is going so bear with me if I take forever to update. I'm open to ideas. Review, please! They make my day. :)