All's fair
Chapter 10: Nailed
"Are you okay, Sam?" Freddie asked.
Her glare continued. Freddie was perplexed, confused. He stood, not moving, waiting for her reply.
"Key." She said finally.
"Oh, I'd be pissed too if I'd locked myself out of my apartment. Sure here…" He said digging her key out of his pocket and holding it out to her.
She snatched it out of his hand and shoved it into her pants pocket. Her eyes never left his, the glare continued.
Freddie cocked his head to one side and raised his eyebrows: "Sam?" He questioned while moving closer to her. He raised his hand to her shoulder…
She slapped his hand away.
"Wh… what's wrong?" He asked backing slightly away, obviously shocked.
Sam stood very still for another few moments before she shook her head and said with considerable venom:
"So, Carly told me she had to get this 'GoPhone' thing so she could call me. Do you have any idea why she had to do that?"
Freddie shook his head, no.
"Well, Carly's phone is monitored by her work. My number has been blocked by the State Department because it has a tap on it. A tap you put on my phone. She told me all about this tap thing you have and how it works… you asshole! I thought I could trust you!"
Freddie didn't respond.
Sam slapped him, hard. Turned and left without another word.
Freddie watched her go down the stairs and continued to stare at her retreating form until she disappeared around the corner of his building.
He hadn't moved, except to put his hand over his cheek. He stood on his landing for quite some time, then turned and entered his apartment. The steaks and barbeque were forgotten.
Back inside, he sat at his tiny table / desk, booted one of the older laptops and logged into his account. Bringing up Sam's phone records, he stopped the message storage and 'where is' query.
He slowly closed the lid, picked up the laptop and threw it against the wall.
He grimaced at the dent in the wall, and then stared at the bits and pieces of his laptop strewn across the floor for a moment. He shook his head, turned on the TV and lay down on the bed.
The next thing he knew, it was seven fifteen in the morning. He'd slept for nearly twelve hours. He laid there for a while, thinking about what he should do about Sam. He knew he had to apologize… maybe he could fix this. It was too late now though, she would already be at work. He thought about sending her a text, but then decided against it. He knew he would go to work today, if for no other reason, to get his mind off Sam. He decided to try to see her after he got home.
He got up to make coffee, and something to eat, until he remembered that his coffee maker was still at Sam's apartment. He wanted some coffee, so he put on some clothes and grabbed his keys and wallet. There was a coffee place a couple blocks away. He opened his front door and nearly tripped on a couple of paper grocery bags left sitting in front of the door.
Dragging them in, he found the food he'd bought, his coffee maker and some clothes he'd left at Sam's… and the robes. Written on the side of one of the bags was a short, terse note;
'Don't call, just move as soon as you can. Sam'
'Damn! They had agreed not to get mad and do this!' He thought to himself.
He made his coffee and fumed. They had agreed! He kept thinking over and over… He got ready for work and left.
He had a number of things to catch up on since he had been off for a few days. Between customers and paper work he really didn't have time to think about 'her'. Finally, it was time to close. He drove home, parked his car and walked around the corner to her apartment. Knocking on the door, he waited. He saw the blinds in the window move slightly but she didn't come to the door. He knocked again.
The door flew open.
"Listen, I told you to leave me alone!" Sam yelled at him.
The door slammed closed.
He knocked again… nothing. He decided to try one more time, he knocked.
The door opened… "Say whatever you have to say, and then get the hell away from me." Sam snapped while fixing him with a withering glare.
Freddie stood for a moment, saying nothing. Then looked up, into her eyes;
"Look Sam, I apologize. Yes, I tapped your phone to find you. I'm sorry. But I did come all the way out here from South Dakota to see if there was a chance for us. I think there is. We have a connection Sam… we have… I don't know chemistry I guess. You know it would work. These last few days… well, you know how we are. We work; we're good together and for each other. Last Wednesday I promised you that there would be no head games, no lies and if we were angry we would work things out with each other. You told me I was what you wanted. Well, you're what I want. I love you, and… well that's it. I love you… and I think you love me too." Freddie said.
Sam looked at him for a moment, then said; "Is that it?"
Freddie nodded.
"I do love you, Freddie…" Sam said, quietly.
Freddie looked up, smiling.
"But I'll get over it." She fumed and slammed the door shut.
Freddie stood staring at the door for a few moments, then turned and walked back toward his apartment. As he got to the bottom of the stairs leading to the second floor, and his apartment, he noticed two fellows get out of their car and follow him up the stairs. There were three other apartments on this floor, so that didn't seem out of place. At the landing, he turned slightly to his right and took the few remaining steps over to his door.
Inserting his key in the lock, he opened the door and stepped in. Turning to close the door, he saw the two fellows had followed directly behind him and were now blocking him from closing the door. Both were dressed in Levi's and western cut shirts. Both needed a shave.
"Your name Benson? Fred Benson?" The taller of the two asked in a Midwestern accent.
"Yeah, almost… I go by Freddie. And you're?" Freddie asked.
"He goes by Freddie…" the shorter man said with a snicker.
"Freddie, do you remember a gal named Pam in Sioux Falls?" The larger man asked.
Freddie stood mute…
"Well, my name is Tom, and this here is Brian… Brian's her husband and she's my sister." The taller fellow said.
The fist speeding to his jaw was the last thing Freddie saw…
Yes, a very short chapter. My apologies… But, this chapter HAD to end here.
These last ten chapters have been nothing but a prologue.
Now, the real story begins…
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