Hurt doesn't describe it
Sam couldn't believe what had just happened, her eyes had begun to sting, her legs had turned to jelly in a matter of seconds she struggled to climb down the stairs, she had to get to the car she would be safe then. She pushed open the door of the entrance and sniffed heavily as tears spilled over from her eyes and down her pale cheeks she fumbled with the keys to the car and in exasperation let out a yelp as she cried.
Sam flung her papers and coat onto the back seat and struggled to get the keys into the ignition, the car started and she sped away.
Phil watched her from the window in CID as she left, what have I done, why have I done that? To Sam of all people, Phil crashed down into a nearby chair and held his head in his hands; he felt a small vibration go off in his pocket he looked up and pulled put his phone, it continued to buzz in his hand Phil flipped the lid and looked at the caller "Becky"
As the phone continued to buzz he felt a surge of anger rise from nowhere his breathing became faster and faster Phil let out a yell of frustration as the phone went hurtling across the room he replaced his head in his hands and cried.
Sam drove the car onto her drive and got out leaving her coat and files on the back seat she walked up to her front door and unlocked it, he face was now tear stained and had dark black mascara streaks running down it, her breathing had become irregular now with her having to take deep breaths every so often to calm her down.
Sam walked into the living room and threw her bag onto the floor, the entire contents spilled out, she headed for the kitchen and grabbed herself a glass and a bottle of wine she walked back through to the lounge and unscrewed the top, her heart felt heavy and every time she breathed it felt like she was trying to keep it up to keep it alive.
She tripped the bottle over to pour some into the glass and changed her mind she poured it straight into her mouth from the bottle instead hoping that it would numb the pain.
Phil drove home to Becky in silence he parked his car and entered the house, he could smell food cooking, he rubbed his face with his hands slowly, he wasn't ready for this;
"Hiya babe" Becky squealed at him as she walked down the hallway to hug him, as she did he pulled her away.
She looked at him she could tell there was something up;
"Why didn't you answer your phone earlier?"
"Didn't feel like it"
"Pardon" Becky replied a little shocked by this answer
"Are you deaf, I said I didn't want to and im not in the mood for this tonight so you might as well throw whatever you've cooked away cos im not hungry"
Becky couldn't understand when they last spoke he was happy they were having a child together, this didn't make sense.
"Did you have a bad day or something" Becky began but was cut off
"Shut up" Phil yelled at her, Becky was so scare by this sudden outburst she screamed, that anger again he wanted to hit her beat her up, hurt her like she had hurt him, it was her fault that he and Sam were like they are, and he had to get out away from her he had to see Sam.