After we got back from the tour, Becky moved into the apartment with me. Mara and Rachel had everything moved in for me, not trusting Dad or PJ to help. I kept telling myself that it would get better, but I wasn't sure how my heart could rebound from Xander's betrayal.

I noticed Sammy kept a distance from me. The three of us were traveling together, which was making things just as difficult as it was easy. I cornered Sammy in a gym in San Diego, refusing to let the weirdness between us continue. When I pressed him about it, he declined to answer.

"Please, I can't take any more secrets. I can't take any more lies." I pleaded.

"You aren't ready to hear what I have to say." Sammy told me.

"Try me." I challenged.

Sammy looked me deep in the eyes, stroking my cheek gently. "I have never seen you broken before. I want to pick up your pieces and put you back together, but you aren't ready for that yet."

"All the kings horses." I tried to keep my voice strong, but shook under the weight of his stare.

"That's not true. If only I could express..."

"Sammy, what is it?" I prodded.

"I lied to you." He began. "When we were seeing each other. I told you that I slept with a waitress in Germany, but I didn't."

"You lied about to me about sleeping with someone when you didn't. What sense does that make?"

"You're the one, Sandy. I've known it for years. I just wasn't ready then. So I made up a story so I could break it off. I didn't want you to keep waiting for me to get right. And then you met Xander and I lost you for good."

"Wait, wait." I backed away from him. "I can't."

"I told you that you weren't ready for what I had to say."

"You aren't making much sense to me."

"I know." He sighed. "And that's because your heart is hurting. What I wouldn't give to take that away. I shouldn't even tell you this, but I haven't been with anyone since you."

"You dated Callie."

"Sally." Sammy corrected. "And I never slept with her. I tried, but I couldn't. There's no getting over you, love."

"I really, really want to beat you up right now." I told him.

"You have my permission." Sammy stretched his arms out wide, giving me a clear shot.

"It's not as much fun if you let me." I solemnly told him.

"So wrestle me." He said.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes at him.

"No, I'm serious. There's a boxing ring set up in the gym, right? Beks will be our ref."

"You're on, Good."

I knew Sammy's competitive nature would come out once we stepped through the ropes. No matter how he felt, he wasn't going to go easy on me. This was a good chance to let out the aggression. I wiped my feet as I crossed through the middle rope, locking my eyes on Sammy. He ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair, smirking at me. His arms were stretched out wide, almost as if mocking me this time. I had seen this before, watching old DVDs. He looked just like his father, Dean, in this moment. For some reason, it pissed me off.

"Come at me, sweetheart." His lip curled.

I let out a growl, running towards him. Sammy sidestepped me, almost like a matador with a bull. I caught myself before crashing into a turnbuckle, kicking my leg backwards to connect with his thigh. My elbow connected with him twice before he staggered out of the corner.

I climbed up the turnbuckle, jumping and grabbing his head. The tornado ddt left him dazed. He kicked out at two.

"Come on!" I snapped at Becky.

"Shoulder was up." She told me.

While I was arguing with her, Sammy wrapped his legs around me and dropped me down into a rolling pin for a two count as well. I unleashed a fury of punches, making Sammy have to cover his face. He shoved me backwards, then proceeded with his offensive strikes. I grabbed the rope, making Becky step in between us.

Sammy grabbed my arm, wrenching it back then throwing me forward. I flipped, landing hard on the mat. I managed to roll out of the way as he attempted a leg drop. I dropped kicked him as he was in the seated position, quickly moving to work on his arm. He grabbed my hair but I wouldn't let go. We stood up, still with the hold on his arm and he walked to the ropes, making his sister call for the break. I let go at the count of four, then proceeded to kick his arm.

Sammy grabbed my leg and flung me backwards. The clothesline he gave me sent the air rushing from my lungs. I rolled onto my side and Sammy grabbed me into a headlock.

I had seen Sammy wrestle many times, but this was the first time I had actually been in the ring with him. Much like his sister, Sammy was relentless and hard hitting. That's fine. I am too.

I hit several elbows, making him release the headlock. I flipped up and rotated, connecting with a soccer kick.

"Ow." Becky said as we both landed.

I got back on my feet, only to be knocked down again by his running clothesline. Sammy went for a pin, but this time, I swung around, grabbing his arm and wrenched it down onto the mat. I dug my elbow into his shoulder, using my knee to pull it backwards. Sammy yelled out from the pain, but wouldn't submit.

"Fine then." I said. Time to finish it. I moved my body to lock in the anaconda vice. We were dead in the center of the ring. He tried to inch towards the ropes but I locked in the hold tighter. He had no choice. He tapped. I released the hold, tossing my sweaty hair behind me.

"Good job." Becky clapped. I glared at her before she could reach for my hand to raise it.

Sammy was still holding his arm as I offered him my hand.

"You were pissed." He said, still glaring up at me.

"You would have done the same thing in my position." I told him.

"I know." He said, finally accepting my hand. "Feel better?"

"I always feel better in the ring." I told him. "It's always outside that you should worry."