"YOU FUCKING BROKE MY HEAD LIGHT!" Sam yelled at the teenager who had T-boned his car. The kid looked like he was about to cry, but Sam really gave no fucks. "You're going to pay every last fucking cent to fix this!," Sam said walking closer to the teen, "I'm going to sue you until your grand kids are paying my GREAT GRANDKIDS!" Sam yelled.
"Hold on now," the officer who had arrived at the scene stood in front of Sam, who would have knocked the kid out if he had a chance. Sam glared at the boy, who was now crying, over the officers shoulder. "The kid didn't mean it," He looked Sam in the eye, "He was wrong, but come on, weren't you ever a kid?" The officer grinned trying to calm Sam down.
"No," Sam replied seriously, "I never got to be a kid," The officer gave Sam a weird look. Sam looked back at the teen who was slightly hyperventilating. Sam rolled his eyes, "Call this kid a fucking medic already before I have no one to sue." He said gesturing to the teenager. The police officer walked over to the kid and told him to calm down and that he was going to call his parents.
"WHAT?" the teen screamed, "YOU CAN'T CALL THEM," He covered his face and spoke in a lower voice, "they're going to kill me." Sam felt a small tinge of sympathy, but it was quickly erased as he picked his head light off the ground. Sam inwardly screamed, he was not in the mood for this shit. "Please," the teen was speaking to Sam's back. "Please I'll ...I'll get a job, I'll fix it," The kid sniffed, "I just got my full license yesterday, and I was going to pick up a girl, and my phone fell and I bent to pick it up..." Sam assumed that the officer handed the teen a tissue because he heard him blow his nose. Sam slowly turned around.
Just seeing the officer coddle the kid made Sam more angry, "No," he spoke in a creepy even tone, "We're going to call your parents, and I'm going to yell at your mother for not swallowing you when she had the chance," The officers jaw dropped, "Then I'm going to sue your driving instructor for thinking you were competent enough to PASS." Sam crossed his arms over his chest.
Finally finding his voice the officer said, "Now that's enough!" He turned back to the teenager, "Sorry but your parents will be called since they are the owners of this car and the insurance." He lightly pat him on the shoulder and shook his head in disapproval at Sam. Don't you fucking shake your head at me Sam rolled his eyes, I didn't total HIS car. The officer spoke into the radio and Sam could pick out the words "tow truck." "Alright now," the officer adjusted his pants over his belly fat, "I have two tow trucks on their way," he looked at the teenager who was still quietly crying. Suck it up big baby. "the dispatcher called your parents, they should hopefully be on their way," then he looked at Sam and spoke more harshly, "You'll have to cab it home." Sam could feel his face getting more and more red. He was fuming but he knew the law well enough to know that you can't punch an officer and get away with it that easily. Sam turned around and pulled his briefcase, important papers, and his cell out of his car and called the taxi company. He saw that he had two missed calls from Quinn, but he was too agitated to talk to her at the moment.
After half an hour of waiting and watching the kid's parents show up and hug him and fret over him to make sure he was okay. Then having to deal with the mother looking at Sam as if HE had hit HER CHILD and the father approaching Sam trying to make awkward jokes and apologizing. The taxi finally came. Sam was exhausted, but he really needed a warm body in his bed that night to distract him from what had happened. Once he got home, he finally dialed Quinn.
"Mhm," Sam raised his eyebrow. Did she really just answer the phone with a Mhm? "What do you want Sam?" Sam tried to calm his nerves before he snapped like a twig on a breezy day.
"Hi baby," Sam said with sarcasm, "I'm great how are you?"
"I'm not in the mood Sam," She said annoyed, "we'll talk tomorrow okay?" Sam pinched the bridge of his nose. He did not want to get all Ike up in her Tina.
"I thought you were coming over tonight Quinn..." Sam tried not to sound desperate, "I need you right now" Fuck he sounded desperate. He could hear her sigh.
"I came and you weren't there so I went home" Sam knew that she didn't think he had caught the way she had said "home," but he had heard the hesitation. "I have to go," She said in a huff, "Bye" with that Sam heard the click. Quinn is like a damn condom, He thought angrily, She spends more time in my wallet, than on my dick. He slowly put the phone down and rubbed his neck. The impact had hurt him more than he cared to admit. He looked at the phone again and began to seethe, Well fuck you too Quinn, he shook his head, I should call Stevie and let him know what happened. Sam picked up the phone, he'd just worry. He put the phone back down and laid on his bed. Everyone better stay out of my way tomorrow, he closed his eyes, or there's going to be a problem.
The next morning Sam woke up feeling like complete and utter crap. He stood in front of his closet for what seemed like hours trying to figure out what the hell he wanted to wear. I should just go to work naked, he grinned, Rachel would have a heart attack, good. He finally pulled out a nice grey suit, laid it on his bed, and jumped in the shower. He rubbed his neck, trying to massage the muscles there, but he realised that he might need to see a doctor. Shit! He leaned his head against the cold tiles, I don't have time for this. He slowly closed his eyes, massaged the shampoo in his hair, and he tried to think of Quinn. He pictured her blonde hair, her smile, her devil horns, his eyes flew open. Damn even my subconscious knows the truth about her, He sighed. He finished washing his body and stepped out of the shower. He looked in the mirror. God I'm getting old he said rubbing his face, I need to shave.
He walked into his room and looked at the time and realised his shower had taken longer than normal, he was going to be late. He threw off his towel, looked for a pair of black briefs. He looked over at the calendar, Fuck! I forgot to do laundry yesterday He rubbed his face, commando it is then. He threw on his suit, grabbed his briefcase, and ran down the stairs almost tripping. He ran to the kitchen and looked for some food, You know you get groceries while you wait for the laundry, Sam closed his eyes, double fuck. He decided to ignore the gurgle in his stomach and ran to his ca-. Sam threw his briefcase down, raked his hand through his hair, and bit his lip. Calm down Sam, he said closing his eyes, calm down. He pulled out his cell phone and tried calling Stevie, "Hey, you've reached Steve Evans, I'm not free at the moment but if you could leave your name, num—" Sam hung up the phone and quickly dialed a cab.
When he finally reached work he was fuming. He threw the office door open and walked straight past Rachel who sat at her desk staring at him with her mouth open. He slammed his door shut and turned his computer on. He reached into his suitcase for his USB key. He couldn't find it. "RACHEL!" he roared. Rachel quickly ran into the room. He could see that she was startled by the fact he hadn't called her Ms. Berry and also by the fact that he looked like crap and had yelled her name.
"Yes Mr. Evans?" She said in a small, almost inaudible voice. Sam clenched his jaw as he stared at her tacky knitted sweater. He had to close his eyes, the pattern was making him nauseous.
"I need your USB key," He said, his voice shaking from the nerves. He could quickly hear her turn around and walk out of the office. He outstretched his hand and felt a small cold item land in it. "That's all." He said to her as a dismissal. Rachel didn't move. Sam opened his eyes and looked into her worried face.
"Are you okay Mr. Evans?" She said shifting her feet. Sam stared at her and then rolled his eyes and looked back at the screen. "I mean you don't look too good and you were late." Thank you captain obvious, Sam rubbed his neck, please stop talking and leave me alone.
"I'm peachy" He said through gritted teeth, "Now get out" He growled in a lower voice. Rachel still stood there, and Sam sighed. Seriously? Of all fucking days for her to be extra annoying. "Ms. Berry I AM FINE NOW LEAVE MY OFFICE NOW!" Rachel jumped at his raised voice and ran out of his office, slamming the door behind her. That was it, Sam had had enough. He quickly got out of his chair and flung his door open. It hit the wall behind it with a loud smack, "DON'T YOU EVER SLAM THIS DOOR AGAIN!" he yelled at the shaking Rachel. She started crying and quickly got up and grabbed her purse and coat. Sam's jaw dropped. "Wait" he said walking towards her, "what are you doing?" Rachel walked to the door and slowly turned around.
"I'm taking a sick day," She looked nervously around him, "I don't feel good in this environment." She gestured with her free hand to the office. "You...you have a meeting today with the judge at one." With that she opened the door and walked out. Sam stood staring after her feeling like an ass. WHATEVER, he turned back around and walked into his office. He put the USB into his computer and sat back in his chair and closed his eyes. All of the files on her USB were password protected. He remembered he had told her to do it before. But now Sam regretted ever uttering the words in the first place. He shut down the computer and thought back to where his USB key could have fallen. He remembered throwing his briefcase on to the back seat, he took it out after the accident, he took the USB key out of the suitcase to upload some files to his laptop at home. It's in the laptop, well at least he knew where it was now. Sam was exhausted. It wasn't even twelve yet and Sam wanted the day over.
Sam came back from court and threw his briefcase in the corner. He sat down on his chair and pulled a bottle of water out of his mini fridge. Why couldn't you be vodka he thought while drinking back the cold liquid. Court had been the icing on the pile of shit that his day had already been. His client didn't show up, he looked like crap, the judge was an older woman who he had pissed off by not accepting her dinner date, she refused to hear his excuses, and a warrant was issued for his clients arrest. Should have just slept with her, he thought while staring at the bottle, At least then I would have gotten sex. He sighed and put the bottle down on his desk. Rachel's phone began to ring on her desk and Sam got up and walked to it briskly.
"Evans office" He answered in a gruff voice. He prayed that it wasn't another lawyer, especially a big time lawyer. He heard a surprised gasp on the other line.
"Sam?" He heard the familiar voice say, "Babe why are you answering the phone?" Oh, NOW he was babe to this trollop.
"Rachel's sick," he sighed and bit his lip, "What do you want Quinn?"
"I'm sorry about last night," She paused, "Can we meet for dinner tonight," Sam held his breath. He wanted to tell her off so badly. "I miss you Sam," Damn. Sam rubbed his neck.
"Yea, alright. Meet me at Le Riley at nine," Sam honestly just wanted his bed, but if she was going to grovel to him tonight, then that could lead to some fun. Quinn squealed. Sam rubbed his ear in annoyance.
"Perfect!" she giggled, "See you then handsome." Sam was never more grateful to hear a click in his life. He put the phone back down on its holder and walked back into his office. Maybe things are starting to look up, he thought as he sat down. His cell rang. Sam looked at the number Overstreet's Repair Shop. What kind of name is Overstreet, he thought snidely as he answered.
"Hello?" Sam answered.
"Ey, is there a Sam Evans there?" the person asked on the other line while popping his gum. Sam was terrified for his car.
"I'm Sam Evans"
"Okay, good," He heard the pop again and cringed, "yo car won't be fixed for a week, so you'll have to get a rental." Great another damn thing to add to my list, Sam sighed, thanked the man on the other line and hung up. Things started to look up and then crashed and burned just as quickly.
At the end of the day Sam had managed to get a rental car and set up two more clients. So he didn't consider the day a total loss but he was really on edge. He packed up his things and realised he couldn't find the rental car keys. He looked at the clock on his wall. Damn its eight forty. He began to panic as he looked around his desk. Come on! Not right now! He heard the familiar knock on the door and the older maintenance women came in. He didn't even bother looking at her. Sam could feel himself slowly losing grip of the edge. He knew he was going to lose it.
"Hello Mr. Evans," She said as usual. Please don't say it, Please don't. "How has your night been?" Sam lost it.
Sam slowly looked up at the kind woman smiling before him. "IT'S BEEN A FUCKING MESS!" as much as he wanted to, he couldn't stop the floodgate that had finally been open. "I GOT INTO AN ACCIDENT, I WAS LATE FOR WORK, I BITCHED OUT MY SECRETARY, I FUCKED UP IN COURT, MY CAR IS IN THE GODDAMN SHOP, AND NOW I CAN'T FIND THE FUCKING RENTAL KEYS!" He shouted. "MY NIGHT HAS BEEN FUCKING GREAT!" He felt his heart pounding like mad in his chest and he saw the terrified look on the woman's face. Sam started feeling extremely bad over what had happened, but he didn't know what to say. The lady gave him a tight smile and quickly walked out of the room. Sam stood and just stared after her. He walked out after her. He knew he needed to apologise but by the time he got to the hallway, he saw the elevator door closed behind her. He put his hand in his coat pocket and touched something cold. Sam clenched his jaw as he pulled out the rental keys.
Sam knew he was late but he honestly didn't care. He walked into the restaurant and the hostess took him to Quinn. She looked up at him slightly annoyed and then took in his appearance. He threw her the car keys, a customary thing they did when they went out. She put it in her purse as she kept staring at him.
"What happened to you?" She said eyeing him, "You look like death." Sam just stared at her in her black dress and wondered how much he paid for her to buy it.
"I always love your kind greetings Quinn," He said sitting down, "I especially loved your mhm yesterday." He folded his arms over his chest and looked her in the eye. "It was what I needed to hear after a car accident." He made sure that every word dripped with sarcasm and venom.
Quinn's jaw dropped. "You were in a what?" Just then a waitress came by to order their drinks. She was shamelessly flirting with Sam, who had no energy to pay her any mind. But Quinn was shooting daggers at the woman's retreating back. She looked back at Sam and extended her hand out to him on the table. He looked at it and scoffed. Quinn quickly pulled her hand back. "Well, you never said anything so it's not my fault." She said mirroring his arms over the chest action. Sam cocked his head to the side.
"Oh I'm sorry," He said in harsh tone, he leaned forward "I should have mentioned it after you fucking hung up on me," he leaned back in his chair and looked anywhere but at her face. Quinn shook her head.
"I can't believe I wanted you to propose," She muttered under her breath. Sam stared at her and started laughing. He could see some of the other restaurant patrons turn to look at them. He couldn't care less.
"Marry you?" he had finally stopped laughing and placed his palms on the table, "Now why the fuck would I ever want to marry you?" he cocked his head to the side, "Seriously Quinn, why would I want to marry a selfish, self-centered, spoiled brat like you?" She wiped her eyes and avoided his gaze. "Trust me honey," He took a gulp of the water the waitress had brought for him, "I'd never do that." Quinn finally looked into his face as if she was in pain. She got up grabbed her purse and her coat. Something Sam had been seeing a lot of that day.
"You're a fucking bastard Sam Evans," She lowered her voice, "I hate you." She said and stormed out of the restaurant.
Sam didn't care if she left or not, but then he remembered she had his keys. His eyes widened, You have GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. He rummaged in his wallet, threw down five dollars on the table and ran after Quinn. Oh yes of course it's raining, Sam thought as his hair got drenched. He looked around and saw her standing at the cross walk and ran towards her. She started walking and Sam picked up his pace, yelling her name as he ran. He started running across the street not noticing that the red hand had stopped blinking and not seeing the red light turn green. The young teacher in the SUV changing the channels on the radio station did not notice Sam run in front of his car, but saw the glow of the green and accelerated.
Sam felt the impact hit his legs and he felt himself fly on top of the hood of the car. He slowly slid off and landed on the road. He could taste the blood in his mouth and he could feel the rain hit him like daggers over his broken body. His left leg felt like it was on fire and at the moment Sam wouldn't be surprised if it was. He couldn't breathe. He felt like there were fifty pound weights on his chest. He couldn't move his body but he could see the feet of people standing around him. He could hear Quinn's faint screams of his name. Everyone sounded like they were under water. Sam's eyes started to close. Shit, he blinked, who's going to take care of Stevie? was Sam's last thought as he slipped into unconsciousness.