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During the year that Sam and I were married back before I ran away, we lived in his mother's house. It wasn't exactly my decision to make. If I had it my way, I would have asked Sam if we could get a house of our own but Sam was always so busy. If he wasn't studying for an exam, he was worried about patients or talking about his current cases. One of the things I loved about Sam was his passion for his career. It was one of the things that attracted me to him though it was hard to spend time together sometimes.

I didn't want to be another burden on his pile of stress so I put on a smile and lived with his mother and Quinn for the first year of our marriage. Mary didn't make it easy. She never liked me for her son. She thought I wasn't good enough for him and in the months before I left, I began to believe her. I don't know what I would have done if Quinn didn't live with us as well. I would've probably left way before I did.

Sam was rarely home so he never really saw how Mary treated me when he wasn't there. Quinn knew and she defended me. After I left, I vowed to never go back into that house, yet here I am three years later stepping into the house that holds so many good memories of Sam and I as newlyweds yet just many as bad ones.

The house feels cold and empty as we walk in. There is new furniture. It is white, so white, that they could be easily camouflaged with the white walls of the living room. The gray carpet contrasts the white. It smells like lavender, that was new too. I know Mary likes to change the fresheners in the house every few months. It is a one story house, so it expands graciously to the sides. Walking in is the living room with the kitchen and dining room off to the right and then there is a long hallway that leads to the bedrooms.

There are four of them, if I remember correctly.

"You okay?" Quinn asks me with a frown.

I nod. "Yeah, it's just weird being here." I turn to look at her. "And your mother is not going to be here right?"

"No. Rest assured. She's out of town. She's been out ever since my dad passed away.." She sighs. "Anyway, let's go to the room, shall we?"

Jane and I follow her down the hall. We pass by Mary's closed door, Quinn's, and then she opens the door of the spare room.

"Err," she glances down the hall at Sam's door. "You could sleep here too, I suppose."

Jane yawns. "I'm so exhausted."

She should be. We spent all afternoon walking around Hollywood. This girl doesn't have enough. A broken arm didn't slow Jane down one bit. It was fun, I'm not gonna lie and it served as a distraction as well.

Quinn sets down jane suitcase. "I'm tired too. I'm gonna shower."

"Thank you so much for everything." I tell Quinn, sincerely.

She smiles tiredly. "Believe me, Cedes, it was my pleasure." She hugs me. "I'm so happy to see you again. Please don't ever disappear again."

I smile. "Okay."

She pulls away. "Sam will be here soon, I think. He works late."

"I know."I half smile. "Go rest, don't worry about us."

"There's food in the fridge."

"Are you kidding? We ate everything in sight earlier." I laugh.

She chuckles. "I know, we're bad. Now I have to hit the gym tomorrow for sure." She walks to the doorway. "Well, I'm gonna shower."

I nod. "Okay."

"Uh, Mercy?" Jane asks. "I'm gonna need a plastic bag." She says raising her cast.

"Right," I say. "Uh, I'm gonna go look in the kitchen."

"Hurry." She calls as I walk out of the room

"Yes, boss." I murmur as I walk down the hall. I open the drawers trying to look for a plastic bag but I can't find anything. As I'm moving onto the counter doors, the front door opens and I gasp and shut the counter door quickly.

Sam walks in and frowns when he sees me. "Everything alright?" He is loosening his tie as he walks into the house.

His hair is a bit messy on top of his head, I can imagine him running his hand through it as he drove home...

"I wasn't snooping," I say nervously. "I'm sorry, I'mn trying to find a plastic bag so Jane can cover her cast."

"Oh, yeah, of course." He walks into the kitchen and opens the counter door under the sink. He pulls out a plastic bag. "Will this work?" He asks handing it to me.

I nod. "Yes, thank you."

"You guys have everything you need?" He asks after a moment. "Anything else I can get you?"

"No, thanks. We have everything. I might

need to use your laundry roomn tomorrow

though. We're out of clean clothes."

He half smiles."This is still your house, Mercedes. You can use and do whatever you please."

I gulp. "Thank you but it's your mother's house, Sam. It's always been."

"Mercy?" Jane calls before he could say anything

"Im gonna go take this," I say motioning to the bag. I turn around and begin to make my way to the room. I can feel Sam following me.

"You're right," He says quietly around me. "Im sorry. I didn't realize we should have moved out. When we got married. We should have moved out."

I stop outside the room and smile sympathetically. "It doesn't matter anymore, Sam."

"of course it does-" He stops when the door opens.

Jane takes the plastic bag. "Thanks," She says then she closes the door and I hear the click of a lock.

I reach out and turn the doorknob but it's locked. "Jane! Open the damn door!" I call.

"No! Sleep with your husband!"

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "Im gonna kill her." I murmur to myself.

Sam chuckles. "Remind me to thank her tomorrow."

I look up at him and shake my head with a smile. "Are you paying her?"

"No, maybe I should." He smiles. "Come on, I'll show you to our room in case you forgot," He says as he walks down the hall to the room.

I hesitate but follow him. Jane is going to pay for this. I don't know how but she is. I stand by the doorway and watch as Sam takes off his jacket and begins to unbutton his shirt.

I force myself to look away from him and look around the room. It looks exactly the same it did since the last time I was here. The king size bed is positioned against the wall with the plasma TV anchored on the wall. The walk-in closet is off to the left with the bathroom next to it.

I notice Sam walk to his side of the bed which has always been the right side. I wonder if he always leaves my side empty. I remember choosing the left side because of the big window on that side of the room. I look at the bed with the bright white sheets. How many times did Sam and I make love in that bed? Many, at first, and then not so many as the months passed.

"Are you alright?" Sam asks, suddenly in front of me.

I clear my throat, avoiding his gaze. "Uh, yeah. Just nostalgic, I guess. I need to shower, any chance I could borrow something to sleep in?"

"You can use one of my shirts," He says as he opens the drawer and pulls out a folded white shirt.

"Thanks," I say as I reach for them.

Sam takes a step forward, making me

lean against the door. Suddenly, his left arm goes around my waist and he rests his forehead against mine. "I'm sorry-" He whispers. "I promised myself I Wouldn't touch you. I just-" He opens his eyes and looks into mine. "I can't tell you how thankful I am that you're here." He presses his lips against my forehead for a moment and then pulls away.

"I'm gonna shower," I say quietly and then half run to the bathroom. I don't know why I start to cry. I guess I feel guilty about running away. For the first time, I understand the harm that I caused when I left without saying anything.

Sam didn't deserve that. I should have left a note or something. I don't deserve Sam. I don't deserve the way he's treating me. He should hate me. He should yell at me. Do anything but treat me like I did nothing wrong. I force myself to stop crying and don't get out of the bathroom until my eyes don't look red.

He gets in the shower afterI get out and I look for a comb. After combing my hair, I get under the covers and face the window. I shut my eyes, wanting to go to sleep before he comes out. I'm exhausted so it doesn't take long for sleep to take over me.

It is then, when I'm half asleep, that I realize what made me cry earlier. I cried because on the drawer next to Sam's side of the bed, is a picture of us on our wedding day...I'm in my wedding dress and Sam in his suit looking as handsome as ever... that was an unforgettable night..that night-I had no doubt that we were going to be together for the rest of our lives..that night was one of the happiest nights of my life.

But now, it was a sad night to remember...

Hey babies I hope you guys are doing well and yal weekend is starting off great.

How do we feel about this chapter. Don't worry we'll get down to to the way Mary treated our girl and let me just say, she was not nice.

Jane is funny, that girl lock her out the room lol. I feel for Sam (sad face).

Next chapter coming soon...

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