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Nightlight

Chapter 9

Jason stepped into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He didn't wanted Spinelli poking his head in or anything. He wanted to be alone. He needed to be. He threw the letter on to the bed. He couldn't read it just yet. Instead he shimmed out of his dress pants and coat. Jason was still in his court clothes.

He loosened his tie and threw into the corner of the room. Not caring that he was making a mess.

Jason then stripped off his dress shirt and walked over to the closet. It was on the left hand side of the room, facing the bed. It took up most of the wall and it opened by two sliding doors.

The closet was pretty much empty as he opened it, only a couple of his dark t-shirts and dark wash jeans where hanging up and a suit or two. Sam had taken all of her clothes, it looked like. She really was gone.

Jason ignored this fact as he reached over and grabbed at t-shirt and jeans off of a hanger, blocking out from the corner of his eye the empty hanger's on the right side of the closet, Sam's side.

Once Jason was changed he turned back towards the bed, staring at the folded letter lying there. He had to open it some time. He was afraid of what would be in there.

He bit down on his lower lip as he sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up the letter, slowly unfolding it.

Jason

I don't know what has happened to us that have lead to where we are today. I just don't know. I have gone over and over it in my head, since hearing from that slut that you are Jake's father. I don't know.

I thought we were in a good place, but I guess I was wrong…right? How could we be in a good place, when you where lying to my face this whole damn time about having a son. You know how much that hurts! To know that you have a son with another woman and didn't even tell me. That I had to hear from the slut herself, instead of from your lips, Jason. That really hurt.

To know that each time I asked you about Jake, asking if you weren't really the father? You replied that you weren't. You must have reassured me at least dozen times before we got back together. Because how could I be with a man who has a child, with a one night stand with a woman I hate? How could I bare to look into this child's eyes knowing how the night it was conceive was the worst moment of my life? That my lover had offered to marry this woman but was refused and instead settled for burden old me?

But of course you told me no! That Jake wasn't yours. That you had seen the test results for your self. That Lucky was surely the father.

I guess I was too blinded by love to see clearly what was right in front of me, uh? That anytime poor pregnant Elizabeth ever found her self in danger, you were right by her side, helping her. I just shrugged this off, saying that it was in your nature to help people, especially a pregnant one. That it was just natural. Look at me. You helped me when I was pregnant with my baby girl and we weren't even that close as you and Elizabeth seem to be as friends. So I just shake it off, saying it was Jason. Nothing else.

Even when you jumped your bail to go found Jake. Of course I was mad at you. Why the hell where you putting your life in danger for a kid that wasn't your. I didn't really understand that one. Skipping out on your bail when you are facing murder charges is not good. I was furious when I heard what you did! But then I realized again its Jason. It's in his nature to not think about himself but about others, even if it means putting his life on the line, especially when the person is a newborn. Especially when the newborn isn't just some kid but a good friend's kid.

However I should had been smarter and realized what was really in front of me. That you weren't just jumping your bail not caring to rescue Elizabeth's kid but YOUR own kid, Jason. I should have known, but once again I was too blinded by love to see what was really in front of me. I couldn't see the whole picture.

But now I can see the whole picture; you lied. You, Jason Morgan, the most honest man I have ever known, lied. Flat out lied to my face. And not only lied but lied about having a son. You lied about having a child with another woman. I can't not believe it! After all the things we have been through together, I thought this would be something that you could tell me. I thought you trusted me enough!

Apparently I was wrong! You didn't trust me! You didn't trust me enough to tell me about Jake being your own flesh and blood. But maybe Jason, you never really trusted me at all. Maybe I was wrong about that too! That you never really loved me, like I thought you did.

Maybe I was too winded up to think straight and see that you didn't love me at all. That my love for you was twice the amount that you felt towards me. That it was my love that was keeping us together uh? Look at the facts, you where the one that broke up with me.

But now I can see things for how they really are. That you never really loved me. That you didn't love me or trust me enough as I thought you did to tell me the truth, about having a son. I put my heart out there for you Jason. After what we had been through together, with you sleeping with Elizabeth and such. I put my heart out there once again for you, for us to try again. I gave you my heart, telling you how much I loved you! Thinking we would be together for ever this time. You promised me the world Jason. But instead all you did was show me how unworthy you are of me. You took my heart Jason, and stabbed it. You stomped on it with your biker boots, ripping it to pieces. Then shot into with your gun. Killing it. Not even thinking twice about it. Just like you would with a enemy.

That is something I thought you would never do to me Jason. I thought you would NEVER, NEVER LIE TO ME! Never hurt me the way you did when you broke up with me.

You're a liar! A Jackass and I HATE YOU JASON! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!!! You are not the man I fell in love with! You are not the man I thought you were. The man I knew would never lie; never lie, no matter how much it would hurt the other person. He was always honest. That is what I love about him! But I guess that man was not you Jason. Because you lied and hurt me! So badly, so, so badly!

It's over. Don't try to contact me or anything. I never want to see your face or hear your voice ever again, Jason Morgan. You are dead to me.

Sam McCall.

I can't believe I ever thought I loved you.

Anger rose through his veins like smoke.

Jason crumbled the letter in his fist. His blue eyes were as dark as hot smoking coals. He hated himself for what he had done. He hated Sam for breaking up with him.

At the moment his heart felt like it was being ripped into two and getting pulled from his chest. He was in pain. So much pain, he dealt with it the only way he really knew how: in rage.

Jason threw the crumpled up letter into the open closet with all his might. He then started to destroy the room; ripping off the covers and sheets of the bed, one by one, layer by layer, until the mattress stood bare. He then turned towards the dresser, where framed pictures stood of him and Sam. He took then one by one and threw them against the wall, smashing glass everywhere.

This went on for a moment or two longer before there was nothing else left to through or ruin. Jason stood there, catching his breath, staring at the mess of the room. He didn't care. He didn't care anymore. He didn't care if he ruined everything in the room. He didn't care if he destroyed his things. Nothing else mattered. Sam was gone. He had lost her.

They came suddenly; he didn't have time to stop them or think. Hot tears filled in his eyes, and fell down his cheeks, running into the nape of his neck. Jason couldn't remember the last time he cried. It was probably when Sam and he had broken up the first time.

Giant sobs of pain took over his massive chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

Jason sank to his knees as he continued to sob. Nothing else mattered anymore.

Sam entered the Lake House, quietly closing the front door behind her. She didn't want anyone to know that she was back from the court house already. The whole Davis family was home that day. Kristina's summer camp was finished and Alexis was home on vacation for the week. Sam knew that Alexis had taken the girls out for a fun family outing but just to make sure, Sam made sure not to make a noise.

She knew if they knew she were home, Alexis would look at her with sympathy and worry. She didn't need her mother hovering over at the moment. All she wanted to do was be alone and cry really. Even know she had spent the good amount of her time over the last week crying. Seeing Jason like that again and finally talking to him, just brought up a whole new set of emotions that she had not let her self feel until this moment. Making sure the coast was clear, Sam walked down the hallway and into her room. Where she pulled out a suitcase and began to pack up her items; shoving as many things as she could into it. Not really seeing what was being put in.

She needed to get away; away from everything.

Where is Sam going?

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