Only Skin Deep
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters but their pain is all~ll me. Why? Because SM doesn't know the first thing about it and her treatment of it is a zombie teen, an angry girl and all the people who either care when it's unnecessary and don't care when it's needed most.
She stands looking at him in amazement. She's stunned by the news that he has just given her and is unsure of what to say or do next. She can't believe that he would do such a thing. This isn't how things were supposed to turn out.
"Say what?" Emily asks as her eyes narrow at him and her head tilts.
"I broke up with Leah." Sam says after letting out a sigh.
She flinches back from him and looks at him as if he has suddenly grown two heads. She shakes her head and chuckles anxiously. She doesn't believe this – she can't believe this. What they had done was – was just a one-time thing, it was a mistake, a fling, a one-night stand. They just had sex; awesome, amazing and mind-blowing sex but this was nothing to dump her cousin over.
"Why – why would you do such a stupid and foolish and – and asshole kind of thing?" Emily screams as her hands clench into tiny fists.
"I – I did it for us." Sam states, his eyes widening in surprise at the sudden outburst from his Emily.
"Us? What us?" Emily asks raising her fists and opening them, spreading her arms wide as if signaling the 'nothingness' between them. "There is no us, Sam. We only fucked one-time and it was a mistake."
"That wasn't just a one-time thing, Emily." Sam states slowly shaking his head. She groans and pinches the bridge of her nose, hand on her hip and shakes her head.
"Sam, you're my cousin's fiancé. Leah is like – she is my best friend. I'm not going to steal her fiancé from her, it's not right." She stops and frowns as she lets out a heavy huff of air. "I know what we did was wrong but you don't go around just dumping people because you have a moment of weakness."
"I love you!" Sam blurts out and stops Emily short.
She freezes, eyebrow raised and mouth hanging open. Her left eye twitches as she processes this new information. 'Love', he claims that he loves her now all of a sudden? She liked him, he was cute, tall, dark, handsome, had a deep and smooth voice, nice muscles, tight ass and an impressive dick but love wasn't built upon that. She won him over with just one fuck?
She begins to laugh, throwing her head back as her hands go to her stomach. She finds the whole situation laughable that Leah's fiancé, ex-fiancé, is stupid enough to believe that after one fucking that they could possibly have anything at all.
"Love, you love me?" Emily asks still laughing out right as she clenches her sides and feels tears building. "You don't love me. We fucked, Sam. It's called hormones, not love." She explains simply as if he was a small child. She ignores the darkness in his eyes and the quick shaking of his body. "I don't get what Leah saw in you but I'm glad that I, at least, proved to her how pitiful you are." She wipes away a tear.
"You don't understand," Sam seethes, his teeth clenched together and his body shaking almost as if he's having a seizure.
"No, Sam, you don't understand. I don't love you because I know nothing about you." Emily pushes slowly inching away from the violently shaking man.
"No, we have so much more than," Sam tries to explain, his chest heaving and his joints begin to crack and pop.
"What's wrong with you?" Emily asks starting to feel worry wash over her. "Not only are you a waffler but you're also an epileptic or something?"
"Emily, please," Sam pleads but she is done listening to him. She wishes that she had never met him; never fell for his deep brown eyes that seduced her.
"I don't love you, Sam!" She screams and suddenly there's a loud cracking noise. She's unsure for a moment if it is her patience but then there's pain, heat, cold, wet sensation and then there's the hard impact of the ground.
Her vision is blurry and unfocused but she sees a giant bear – no wolf, a huge black wolf standing above her. The wolf whimpers before changing before her eyes into the man that she was just yelling at. There are tears in his eyes, in her eyes, as he kneels down beside her.
Her face burns, stings; it's the worst pain she's ever felt in her life. Crying out in pain isn't an option and instead she succumbs to the darkness and mind-numbing pain.
When she comes to she's in the hospital with her family, Sam and even Aunt Sue around her bed. Sam has fabricated a story about a bear attacking her and she numbly nods her head. She's afraid to disagree with the story, to challenge him. She learns that her face has been horribly scarred; plastic surgery isn't an option as sometimes going to the dentist for the annual check-up is too expensive.
She cries at night in her hospital bed as Sam stands beside her offering sweet words of apology, promising to make it up to her and vowing to never leave her side. She wants to yell and scream at him for scarring her – disfiguring her but fear overrides all other emotions. She gives into him as he explains what he is and what 'imprinting' is.
She later learns how much Sam has wounded her cousin, her sister, Leah. Aunt Sue doesn't approve of their relationship but does inform Emily that 'Sam has cut Leah's heart to ribbons'; and Emily sadly nods her head in understanding because the same man has cut her face as well.
One bares the emotional cut of Sam Uley's love while the other bares the physical cut of another kind of love. He's done more than cut Emily's face but has cut the tie that bonded the two women together and as she looks at herself in the mirror she doubts that it is a wound that will ever heal.
A/N: Alright so here goes the third installment to Cut. I'm really glad that everyone is enjoying. W00T! SHOUT OUTS! ONE. MORE. TIME! I had meant to post this over the weekend but my laptop hasn't been working. Not only could I not write but what I did write was lost. TnT My flowing chapter for Wake-up Call GONE! And that was just on a whim so I'm hoping to get it back...*sighs* but I seriously doubt it'll be as good as the original. But many thanks for all of the reviews.
hgmsnoopy – Don't you just want to slap Sam for leaving Leah like that? In the middle of the woods, in the rain, too! Like he couldn't have brought her an umbrella or something but when you're the dumper you never think of things like that. Don't feel pressured to feel sympathy for him. I don't hold it against you.
ellie – Isn't Sam on tragic? I mean if maybe – just maybe he would've fought a little then I'd have a much softer spot for him. But then where would that leave my Blackwater love? No, no hurt Sam is so much better for me. And I promise I will get around to reviewing. I've been reading on my phone and when I get on my laptop I sit, stare, type a little, cut a lot, type a little some more…and then stare a helluva whole lot more. -_-; Nothing is coming easy to me lately.
shelbron – oh, phew! *wipes brow* I thought you were going to lose your soul there for a second. Yea, I mean what kind of selfish bastards would do that? It's obvious she's not happy being around you and so what's their solution?
Sam: Leah's not happy.
Emily: I know but what can we do?
Sam and Emily thinks.
Emily: I know! We just have to make her spend even MORE time with us.
Sam: Emily, you're so smart. She'll remember to love us!
Leah sits glaring at the now kissing couple who have had the entire conversation about her, in front of her, having forgotten that she was even there.
See? SELFISH!
Emma2010 – Oh don't feel so bad. It's not as if I left the first chapter up long before adding the second. No big. O_o? You got the order all wrong. First, you stab, repeatedly and then you vomit so that the wound will become infected and fester. Heheheheh. I'm glad I moved you and yes, yes in the end Emily is the root of all evil and pain of Leah's life.
FantasyLover – how are you doing? *puts up dukes* I will defend my love of angst with a fervor not seen since…well, I really only fight when food is involved but that was a sight. LOL. But I'm glad you liked it.
19ADHD96 – I'm glad you enjoyed as well. I'm with on Wake-up Call but to be honest I'm struggling with some of the emotions. I guess I just have to accept the fact that right now I'm just not in a writing an epiphany kind of mood. But I'm going to find it! I won't give up! And I will dish out another awesome chapter!
Beauty Eclipsed – Thanks!
o0FLAM3S0o – Thanks again.
twilighter – I'm floored by the news that despite John's body that so many readers still hate him. I mean how could you hate a gorgeous guy? Who hasn't wronged anyone? I – I don't get it either. There's hate mail for John. *looks back to see John paling at letter, 'I hope you fall off a cliff?' * Poor, poor John. And great minds think alike. I don't care for Bella or Emily and cannot for the LIFE OF ME understand why everyone thought they were the shit. *shakes my head* Just don't get it.
MidnightStarr - *gets teary-eyed reading review* Oh, yes, yes he is a tragic character. A victim of happen-stance. I just love inflicting pain on Sam because SM just completely ignored it. I find it hard to believe that it was never there which is how she seemed to paint it. That Sam just ran off with Emily and that was it – he washed his hands of her and then only pitied her as she looked on within a 10-ft radius as Sam and Emily got all kissy-face. GET A FUCKIN' ROOM! LOL. That's a new one on me 'backstabbing cuntly manstealer'. I love it!
BB-Waters – I've not seen you before…or at least your name. I'm glad you enjoyed my story enough to consider it worthy of a review.
Cracker679 – Thanks for the review
LGW - *gets teary-eyed* You made my sucky week even better. *quietly hugs you*
hilja – HILJA! I've missed you! You have NO idea what kind of week this has been with my laptop hating Microsoft Word, meaning no writing – AT ALL. Losing the next update to Wake-up Call because said laptop froze on me and I seemed to have typed quite a bit in the usual time that it takes for the autosave to kick on. TnT Then typing, typing and re-typing the High Council's reaction to Jacob's choice, Yuri's whining, getting ready to scramble some eggs and dumping a rotten half-formed chick on the skillet. x Roughest week EVER!
laurazuleta18 – I am with you! 'Cept Rachel, I like my Rachel. *clings to Rachel* NO ONE CAN HURT HER! Or Zoe, no one can hurt Zoë either because she's cool. Cuz I made her so.