Keeper

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'So how was you're trip,' Wendy asked as Sam walked in and grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator.

'I don't want to talk about it,' Sam told her as she sat down on the couch and turned on the television.

'Well, I do,' she said as she grabbed the remote and turned off the t.v. 'Where'd you go?' She stared at Sam but go no answer. 'To see her? Why? I thought it was over? You're here so I'm guessing things didn't go as you planned.'

'There was no plan. I didn't go there to get back with her,' Sam said frustrated. 'I just, . . . She . . .,' Sam sighed. 'It's complicated.

'Then uncomplicate it. Tell me what the hell is going on. You jump up in the middle of the night to go see her and return five hours later with an attitude, at me. The one you supposedly love.' 'Wen-' 'No. When we got together you told me it was over between you two. I believed you. Then you pull this shit.' She sighed as she walked away. 'I should've stayed at my mother's.'

'What?'

'I left already,' she said spinning around. 'After you left I waited for you. Stared at the door for almost an hour before I realized you were gone. I packed my bags and left. I didn't even leave a note. I just wanted to forget you and forget the last four plus years of my life.'

'So, why'd you come back?'

'I almost didn't. I was at my mother's house when I realized I didn't want to lose out to a memory. I came back because I'm willing to fight for you as long as you're willing to fight for us.'

'I am.'

'Are you? I can't be here with you thinking that at any moment she'll call and you'll leave again.'

'You don't. I promise. I'm done with her,' Sam said placing her hand in Wendy's.

Wendy removed her hand from Sam's. 'You said the same thing almost five years ago. Yet, you left tonight when she called. How exactly did she get your number anyway?'

'I don't know.' Sam saw the disbelieving look in Wendy's eyes. 'I swear I don't know. Look, I didn't tell you everything five years ago. I left some things out trying to remember who she was, not who she became but you need to know. Everything.'

Sam told Wendy everything that happened between her and Carly during their relationship. The psychological abuse. The cheating. The lies. Wendy couldn't believe what she was hearing. The Carly she knew before she moved away was nothing like the Carly Sam described to her.

'So is Spencer ok,' Wendy asked when Sam was done.

'Yea. He was pretty pissed when I told him what happened.'

'That explains alot. I wish you had trusted me sooner with this. It would have made things easier between us.'

'I know. I know. I'm sorry.'

Wendy hugged her. After about three minutes of silence she spoke. 'My bags are still packed.'

'You're leaving,' Sam asked panicked.

'No. No, nothing like that. I was thinking we could leave. Go somewhere, anywhere and just relax. I have vacation time.'

'How did I get so lucky,' Sam asked after kissing her.

'Well, I always did have a thing for blondes,' Wendy said teasingly.

'I can be ready in ten minutes.'

'Hmm, in ten minutes you'll be too preoccupied. We'll leave tonight,' she said as she straddled her and kissed her passionately.

End.