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Chapter 7- Break your little heart
Wide awake, my mistake so predictable
You were fake, I was great, nothing personal
Who's laughing, who's laughing now?
Sam stared in shock and hurt. "Oh.. my god" she whispered as he turned to look at her. Her throat tightened, restricting her of any words and her eyes were dry. So dry that she couldn't cry, which was good, because she would never cry in front of him. Well, at least she would always try not to. Phil on the other hand, had momentarily shut his eyes in huge guilt.
"Sam," Zain started softly, putting his hand on her shoulder. She shrugged him off and made a quiet sob as she ran off.
"Sam!" Phil sighed, running after her. Although, she was very fast, so he was panting by the time he caught up.
"No, Phil, leave me alone!!" Phil saw her eyes begin to tear up and he took advantage of his strength, holding her close to him. She turned her face into his chest for a moment before trying to pull away. She stood there numb while he brushed his lips to the hollow under her ear, her jaw, her cheek, just touching the corner of her lips- "No, Phil! You can't just kiss me and think this will all go away!"
Phil moved back and held her arms, "Sam, I am so, so sorry." She twisted out of his grip, a grimace on her face, her eyes half-frightened.
"Get of me!" She pulled back and tripped and fell in her hurry to get away, landing on her stomach. Weak, she stayed on the floor and quietly whimpered in agony. Her hand was flat against her tummy, and she tried to forget the pain. A tear tripped down her cheek and before she knew it, Phil was crouching beside her on the floor. He helped her into an upright position and she groaned, another sob escaping her lips. She no longer tried to resist him helping her, she was in a lot of pain.
"Come on," he lifted her carefully to her feet and took her back to his house, because it wasn't far.
I'm gonna break your little heart
Watch you take the fall
Laughing all the way to the hospital
'Cause there's nothing surgery can do
When I break your little heart in two
The second they came in the door, Phil's mother took charge, helping Sam to the kitchen where she sat her on a chair and told Phil to leave her to it. "Where does it hurt, dear?" Lynne asked; her fussy, mother-like nature made Sam warm to her immensely. Sam kept her hand held to her tummy and Lynne moved it. The older woman lifted her top up gently and covered up her shock. She spoke softly, "You didn't just do this by falling over, Samantha." There was bruises covering her stomach and ribs.
Lynne lifted her hands and pressed lightly on Sam's ribs, and after a second, Sam whimpered, "Owww," she murmured, "right there,"
"You've broken a rib," she said gravely and got up, getting a tube of arnica cream from her medicine cupboard. "This will clear up that bruising." She carefully and very gently smoothed the cream over Sam's bruising.
Another single tear made a trail over Sam's cheek and Lynne looked up, "What is it dear? Am I hurting you?"
"No," Sam said soft, "It's nice having a mum," she half-smiled gratefully. Lynne nodded with a kind smile and tweaked her cheek,
"Well, I tell you what, it's nice having a girl about the house rather than those two boys" she laughed gently. "So I'll be here to talk anytime."
I'm wasted, wasting time
I'm moving on, you're left behind
Pretty face, but the chase ain't worth the prize
Smithy broke away from Stevie at the end of the evening, "I think we better call it a night," he smiled, "I have to get home." She nodded and pulled him down by the neck into another kiss.
"Goodnight" she grinned and said bye to his friends.
Jo was worried; Sam had run off, Phil too, and she didn't know what Sam would do when she was this upset. She hadn't known her very long, but long enough to know she definitely didn't deserve Phil treating her like this. Jo tossed her dark hair over her shoulder and shared her worries with her friend Zain. He shared her thoughts, and although Phil was his best mate, he agreed that what he had done was unacceptable.
"But you see, us men are easily swayed" Zain defended.
"Yeah, only 'cause you're a Casanova yourself!" Jo retorted,
"No, it's very true."
"And you wonder why I go for my own side?!" Jo murmured, picking up her bag. She did up her coat against the chill and walked home, that worry still playing heavily on her mind.
I'm gonna break your little heart
Show you to the door
It came time for Beth to leave and she was still wrapped in Max's arms, tangled in his warm bedclothes. She hugged him closely and shut her eyes, breathing in the subtle smell of him. Woody, slight smoke, with a mist of Lynx. Oh, she would miss that smell. Beth sat up and sighed, "I better get going." She swung her legs out of bed and pulled on her underwear – the black lace she had worn for his benefit – she then slid back up her skirt and slipped on her heels. Finally she did her shirt up over her bra, leaving the Beth that Max had known that night behind. Max pulled on some worn track pants and took her to the front door, and outside. He slipped his hands around her back and sighed, "I'm gonna miss you a hell of a lot." Beth nodded, and he looked at her, "..And I'm going to miss you too, Sexy," he joked.
Beth sighed softly, "You bet your ass I am." She whispered it, and leant up, nudging his cheek with her nose.
When she walked away, her heels clicked quietly on the pavement, and she looked back, locking eyes with a sad smile.
Don't be so sentimental, no
This love was accidental, so
Give it up, this was never meant to be
More than a memory for you
"You should get to hospital for this rib," Lynne suggested carefully.
"It's fine." Sam murmured, and Lynne tilted her head
"What happened?"
"I ride horses." Sam told her, smiling. "It's probably from where I fell off a while back, no big deal."
"How did you fall?" Lynne asked, having used to be a nurse.
Sam looked at the table and twisted her hands together, "I was at a jumping competition; qualifiers for HOYS in fact," she sighed, that part was true, "but she – Red's firecracker was her show name – stumbled and broke her leg, throwing me into the fence." Lynne waited, Sam had needed to tell someone this for a long time. Not the falling off, but she was clearly upset about things. "She was my mother's horse. A big chestnut mare, gentle as a breeze, dream to ride. I got her on my thirteenth birthday. She bred Cracker herself, that's where her show name came from. My mother's red hair." Sam smiled softly, "Really red hair." The girl took a moment before she continued; "Anyway, the horse was put down there and then. My mother would have been distraught."
"Where was she?"
"In the skies." Sam looked at Lynne and smiled softly. "It's okay."
When Phil's mum pulled her close and hugged her to her chest, Sam let out a breath. It was a relief. For that part of the evening she had completely forgotten all about the trouble her son had caused, and a weight had been lifted. She would sleep better tonight.
"If you want a bed for the night..?" Lynne released Sam and smoothed her hair in a motherly way.
"Thank you." Sam nodded and stood up, "Thank you for everything."
I'm gonna break your little heart
Show you to the door
Sew yourself shut, now you're begging for more
'Cause there's nothing surgery can do
When I break your little heart in two
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