A/N:
-gasp- I'm updating! I think hell just froze over, someone should go check.
Yes, I'm painfully aware of how short this chapter is, but I think it fits(:
I'm also painfully aware of how angsty and sad this chapter is, so... I apologise in advance.
I'm also sorry for how Freddie's acting in these 2 chapters. I was kind of mad the other day, so... Freddie's kind of channeling me here. Heh.
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[Warning: Bit of swearing. And angry words. And angst.]
iMeet You Again
Chapter 14
718 words
Her jaw drops as she takes in the image in front of her; this can't be happening, not now.
Freddie walks in the room, his eyes burning with a look that she can't place; it's not plain anger, not hurt or sadness, but it's a little of everything. It's a look of fury, of fiery frustration, of unadultered grief, hurt and loathing.
Her heart feels as if a knife just plunged into it as the last emotion sinks in. He hates her.
"Were you just going to leave like that?" The calm tone of his words catches her unaware and shocks her beyond belief; how is he so calm at catching her in this situation? Her eyes widen, like deer caught in the headlights, and she can barely react, blinking once, twice, at his question. The tech producer breathes in heavily, as if to compose himself, and looks into her eyes, repeating his question. "Just like that?"
Sam nods her head, before shaking it, and then lifts a hand to rake her hand through her hair in desperation. She doesn't know how to reply him; she doesn't know the answer to his question herself. She frowns in frustration, looking at him, silently pleading for him to understand.
A minute passes in silence before Freddie decides that he's had enough. "God, Sam, why the fuck would you do this, just leave without a word?"
She stays silent, her eyes closed, tears brimming at the edge, but refusing to let them fall. Pucketts don't cry.
"Listen, Freddie—" She pleaded, hoping for him to listen, but he cuts her off before she can say another word, and Samantha Puckett is terrified, defenceless for what's going on next.
"Stop it."
She watches as he walks up to her and lifts up her head with his hands, looking straight into her eyes. She struggles to breathe—his eyes look like pools of warm chocolate, and they're wrapped up in waves of pain and hurt and anger, and they're the most beautiful things she's ever seen. Just as she thinks she's going to collapse on the floor, her legs feeling like jelly, he lets go abruptly, turning and walking off a little to the right, as if he can't stand to be that close to her.
"God, Sam, you're just like him." The words sting so hard, and she chokes back a sob as the tears slowly trickle down her cold cheeks. Allergies, she says to herself, finding an excuse, any reason for the moment of weakness. Just like him?
He answers her silent question almost immediately. "Just like my dad, Sam. He was wild, fun, crazy, and he made me and my mum feel like a prince, his queen. Then he left." He scoffed at this part before continuing, his voice filled with malice and pain. "He fucking left, the bleeding asshole. Left a hole in my mother's heart that can never be replaced. Left a broken shell in place of Marissa Benson."
He laughs bitterly, turning to face her. "He left without a word, Sam. Just like how you are, now."
She opens her mouth to reply, but words seem to fail as she struggles to find words that could fit what she wanted to tell him. He closes his eyes, scrunching his nose in distaste, as if her presence alone brings a stench that he wants nothing but to get rid of. "Frankly, I'm not surprised."
The tension was so thick that you could've cut a knife through it. "You are a Puckett, after all."
He regretted the words the moment they were out of his mouth. As he opened his eyes, he saw Sam sitting on the bed, her tortured blue eyes boring into his in hurt, and the tear tracks streaming down her face told him that he had made his point. Pushing herself off the bed, she walked straight up to him, her face now set in grim determination. Bracing himself for the slap that he was expecting to get, he was caught by surprise when the blonde merely looked at him sadly, their eye contact conveying her message to him.
She took one shaky breath, looked at him, and, voice cracking, bit her lip. "I'm sorry."
And then she walked out the door, taking his heart with her.
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