I Hate…Love You

By Lea Wren Pierson

Chapter 1:

"I will kill you…"

Sam averted her eyes looking down at the floor, letting the words course through her. Hurt and sadness immediately filled her. The feelings welled tears up in her eyes. However, the second she felt him brush past her, anger surpassed the other feelings.

"Do it then."

Her voice was bitter but steady, as if the rage inside her was barely contained. Turning around to face him as he had paused at the door, Sam glared. Her whole body was rigid and tight. Her lips felt tightly compressed in her fury.

"Do it, Jason. Kill me."

Jason slowly turned and glowered back at her. He wasn't sure what she expected him to say, but his fury was just as great. Here was the woman that he had loved and she had hurt him more than he felt he could ever hurt her. Tightening his hands into a fist, he resolved she would not hurt his kid ever again.

"Threaten or hurt them again and I will."

The proclamation caused the tension in Sam to snap. Before she knew it, she threw the glass she had in her hand at him. It shattered against the door with a crash. Her body was shaking,

"KILL ME JASON!" She yelled. "You might as well kill me now, because I will never stop. She doesn't get away with the happy ending this time Jason. You and Liz will never be happy as long as I live!"

Jason took a few steps towards her, his anger driving him to react. He had never felt so angry. Part of him wanted to do what she asked, but a bigger part cringed away from the idea of Sam no longer being in this world.

"You will not, and I repeat, not hurt her or her children ever again. You have my word on that."

"YOU AND YOUR PRECIOUS ELIZABETH RUINED MY LIFE!" Sam screamed again.

She took a deep breath trying to control all the emotions coursing through her. Anger was the most prevalent, but underneath she was crying inside. She hated that he hurt her so bad that she had become this, but she didn't know how to stop it. Closing her eyes she took another deep breath.

"And, I will be damned if she, Saint Elizabeth, doesn't get knocked off her pedestal or gets away with it. "

Crossing her arms across her midsection, Sam fought for control over the raging anger and hurt. Guilt rose up too, but she tamped it down. She would not feel an ounce of remorse for the bitch that had taken her life and the one person who had always believed in her away. Looking at Jason, the tears sparkled in her eyes, a few of anger, more of the hurt she was desperate to keep hidden from him.

Jason didn't see the tears. His anger blinded him to her pain, the pain he had caused. He hurt her badly by lying and keeping things from her, but he didn't know the greatest pain had come when he chose to come there tonight and threaten her. He actually believed she would hurt his child. He felt that she could damage something that was part him, when she knew it wasn't in her. She loved Jake fiercely because he was Jason's and she loved all of Jason, the good, the bad, and the extremely ugly.

Jason stared at her in disbelief. Anger shook his body, again looking for an escape. Advancing on her, he felt nothing but anger inside that she would deliberately hurt the mother of his child. He grabbed her arms and looked down at her face.

That's when he saw it. The anger was just a mask to cover the hurt he caused her. Jason's anger resided some. He wouldn't kill her, but he wouldn't let her hurt Elizabeth and her children again. He would let her take her anger out on them.

She stared up at him for a second, feeling very vulnerable but not afraid. The second she felt him grab her she felt that familiar pull to be closer. Leaning in closer, her anger felt the need to lash out because he could still make her feel this way.

"Come on Jason, you can do it right here right now. I won't scream…" she taunted.

Her taunting caused him to growl at her. His eyes never left her face as his hands slid up her arms to encase her neck. In his mind he rationalized that she probably would go after Elizabeth again, but in his heart it felt very wrong. He couldn't just end her life like that.

Laughing up in his face, she pressed herself against him again. She knew his control was only so-so and she knew all the buttons to push. Her own anger drove her to put her hands on top of his and slowly make them tighten.

"Do it Jason. Save your precious Elizabeth from Big Bad Sam. Kill me Jason! KILL ME!"

Before he knew what he was doing, Jason pulled Sam tightly against him. His lips smashed into hers. It wasn't a loving kiss. It was more of punishment, a cruel need to be with her this way. His lips assaulted hers. His teeth nipping at her lips, demanding they open to his.

Sam relished in the feel of his lips, but hated it at the same time. Her head was telling her to not kiss back, but her heart and body betrayed her. She kissed him back fiercely, opening her mouth to his demanding tongue. She battled it with her own, feeling the need to be an equal part in this cruel dance.

Breaking the kiss off, Jason looked down at her, anger turning into a rage filled desire to have her. He was still angry, but couldn't stop himself from taking her then and there, consequences be damned. He continued to stare down at her, malice and desire warring with itself within him.

Sam was shaken, but anger took over once again. She leaned into him again, standing on tip toes to get as close to his lips without touching them. She smirked slightly, her eyes crinkling in a mischievous way.

"Betcha little miss Saint, didn't cause that reaction ever huh? She didn't kiss you like that? Must be a bad girl thing. Wonder what she will say when I tell her about it? Think she will cry?"

Sam laughed softly. Her eyes twinkled deviously.

"Oh I think she will. I think she thinks you two are going to make a great little family. You know, the house, the 2.3 kids, and oh wait all the love…HA!"

"Shut up." Jason whispered intensely.

"Or what, Jason? You'll kill me? I ALREADY SAID 'DO IT'!"

Losing control for a split second, Jason shoved her, causing her to land on the couch. He swiftly followed, looking down at her lying there. His first thought was the fear that he had hurt her, but seeing she was okay, anger quickly returned. Intending on leaving before he did hurt her, he turned to walk to the door.

Sam laughed again. Her whole body shook with the cruel laughter. Anger was driving her to be irrational. She couldn't control herself anymore. Underneath she was scared of what might happen, but also didn't care.

The laughter caused him turn around. He took one look at her, and his anger and desire came back full force. He grabbed her by the arm again and dragged her up against him, once again cruelly kissing her. He tried to dominate her, to punish her the way he felt she was punishing him.

Falling back on the couch, they continue to kiss, both of them demanding something. Sam demanded he react to her, while Jason demanded she stop reacting. Both needed to feel something. Jason needed to feel Sam was not a threat to his child, while Sam needed to feel that Jason knew she wasn't. It was a losing battle for both.