Chapter Two
Suddenly the warmth from pucks body was gone. Using everything in her path as support, she staggered (not from pain but from disbelief) over to her bed and laid back staring at the ceiling. I can't believe that son of bitch fucking hit me.
She heard them shouting at each other, that's when it reoccurred to her that he was here. She heard the commotion, the struggle, things breaking, but she didn't care. She couldn't bring herself to look, how could she when He was there. So she stared at the ceiling unable to suppress her feelings any longer.
Her self-prescribed "medication" no longer served its purpose of making her numb. The commotion stopped, and she heard their voices again. She touched her cheek, and ironically, at that moment in time, it was the only wound she couldn't feel. She stared at the ceiling and reflected on everything that's happened over the past three years. Reflects on the person she used to be, the person she's become. How the fuck did I get here?
She heard the door slide open and close, and then there was one voice. She didn't look; she didn't move she didn't need to. She knew that voice, it was Sam's' voice. Sam. He was the reason she was here. He killed her essence. He opened her up, made her love him, trust him; fucked her thoroughly, fucked her over, then left.
Her eyes swelled with tears. He had been back for a week, but this was the first time she has been in such close proximity to him since he left. He left her without as much as a goodbye. That was three months ago.
Sam: What happened to you cedes (what the fuck did he just call me), how could you let him hurt you like that.
He asked accent thick breathing heavily, rage and compassion clear in his tone. At that she laughs finally allowing her tears to escape down the sides of her face. She sits up and stares at him with an involuntary pained expression.
Mercedes: Trust me, that was nothing compared to what you did.
He meets her gaze with a pain of his own, but why? You're the one who cheated, you're the one who left, all I did was love you. What reason could you possibly be hurt for? You know what…fuck it! I don't care, I don't want to know, I don't want to talk, and I damn sure don't want to listen. God, just get the fuck out of my face, I can't deal with this. Suddenly her thoughts were cut off by his voice.
Sam: Im sorry
Mercedes: oh god
She lays back again shutting her eyes then covering them with the back of her arm for good measure
Sam: Cedes-
Sam is surprised to see an irate Mercedes standing before him realizing for the first time she's in nothing but a strapless bra, matching undergarments and a silk robe that barely reaches the middle of her thigh. How he missed those thighs, wrapped securely around his wais-
Mercedes: Don't fucking call me that!
He's quickly brought back to reality when he see's tears spilling out of her eyes. He's rendered speechless. This is all his fault. She wipes her tears away pain still evident on her face as she mumbles barely above a whisper.
Mercedes: You don't get to call me that anymore. Just….go.
For a moment all he can do is stare at her. Even broken, she is the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. She shakes her head at him and he cringes at the disappointment in her eyes.
Sam: You have to know that I love you…
How dare you, you don't get to tell me that you love me. You left. After you promised you'd never hurt me. You left. She rubs her temples and squeezes her eyelids shut.
Mercedes: Just leave.
She whispers, he takes a deep breath.
Sam: Mercedes (he exhales)
Mercedes: Just Leave! Go!
Sam: No! just, hear me out. I know I hurt you-
Mercedes: -Leave! Get out! I don't want to hear it just go!
She's screaming now, tears streaming down her cheeks. He knows he should respect her wishes and leave, he was the one who fucked everything up after all. But after being gone for so long, he couldn't let any more time pass by without her in his life. He had to fix this. He wasn't going anywhere till she let him explain his self.
He wouldn't budge. He just sat there. So she fisted his shirt in her small hands and pulled him up by his collar shoving him towards the door.
Mercedes: Go! Get the fuck out!
Once they get to the door he stops, and no matter how hard she pushes he won't move. Suddenly he's facing her, a stubborn look on his face.
Sam: I'm not going anywhere.
She slaps him. Hard. Harder than she slapped Noah, but he doesn't slap her back, he just stands there. So she slaps him again god that feels good. But the next time she goes to slap him he catches her wrist, so she slaps him with her free hand while she tries to jerk the other away.
Sam: Stop!
Suddenly she finds that he has both of her hands in a firm grip and although she's trying with all her strength to free them, he's not letting go. After trying to kick him she finds herself trapped with her back against the wall hands pinned above her head. He can tell she's tired of fighting but she won't let up. So he coos in her ear as soothingly as he could praying it will calm her down.
Sam: I'm not going anywhere.
He can feel her body shake as the sobs escape her quivering lips.
Sam: I'm Sorry
He whispers. Tears are swelling in his eyes as he's forced to see the full extent of the pain he has caused for the first time since he left three months ago.
Mercedes: Let go of me
She chokes out broken and distorted.
Sam: I'm Sorry
He mumbles against the soft skin of her neck
Sam: I'm Sorry
He mumbles against her jaw, and chin, as she turns her head from side to side trying to move as far away from him as possible
Sam: I'm Sorry
He mumbles against her lips. Then he brushes his lips against hers, and for a moment she stops everything. Stops fighting to get away. Stops crying. Stops breathing. He does it again, and she lets him. She doesn't respond to his lips, she just closes her eyes and feels them on hers. You're really here. You're really back. I thought I'd never see you again and here you are. Right here in front of me; kissing me. I could feel you. This is real.