Here's another chapter for you all! I have reverted Cindy a little! Please let me know what you think!

"How dare you say that to me! You invite me to your house to insult me. I don't have to take this from anyone, especially you. You really want to know why I broke up with Phil, because I couldn't stand the thought of him breaking my heart. Because I don't think I could handle what would happen if he did to me what he did to you. I couldn't stand living a life without him in it" Sam yelled loudly, and then she stopped suddenly. What had she just said, had she just admitted that she was actually scared of taking a chance in her life. Sam couldn't remember the last time that she had been scared of taking chances, being scared she could remember well, the time that she had spent in that tunnel, the drive by shooting in Romania and the set up by the apparent caring Irina and who had been there with her, who had she shared the most frightening moments of her life, it was Phil.

"What have I done" Sam whispered

"Made a mistake, I think" Cindy replied with a blunt voice

"I have, haven't I" it was then that the day's events truly sunk in and the hard shell that Sam always showed the outside world crumbled. A single tear ran down her cheek and then another and another followed, until she was sobbing.

Cindy looked over at Sam, she couldn't really believe what she had just said and even more unusual she could actually see that Sam had feelings. Of course Cindy knew deep down that Sam would have feelings, after all she was a human being, but to see her collapsed in a heap on the couch sobbing about Phil well that just proved that Cindy had done the right thing. Cindy stood up and moved to the couch next to Sam, she placed her hand on Sam's shoulder, she was shaking back and forwards. Cindy patted her, trying to calm her down, but it was no use.

"What are you going to do?" Cindy asked quietly

"I have no idea" Sam spluttered in between tears

"Of course you have an idea, you always have ideas" Cindy replied, trying to be patient. But in reality Sam was really testing her patience. Cindy couldn't really believe how dense she was being. It was then that Cindy decided that she needed to revert to her former self, the domineering woman who screamed to get people to do what she wanted. She was sure that Phil would have told Sam about their fights during their 13 year marriage.

"You need to tell him how you feel" Cindy said firmly and directly

"I need to what? How do I know that I can trust him?"

"How do you know that you can trust anyone? How does Phil know that he can trust you?"

"What do you mean? I've never done anything to warrant him to distrust me?"

"I have two words for you Samantha, Stuart Turner"

"What does he have to do with anything?" Sam had stopped crying by now and had managed to control herself. "How do you know about him?"

"I told you that I spoke to Phil and that he told me things, and Stuart was mentioned on numerous occasions. Did you ever think about what it was like for Phil when you moved a man into your house that you hardly knew and having to listen to him go on and on about you?"

"Umm maybe a little like what it was when I found out that he got a sex addict pregnant" Sam yelled at Cindy

"But were you together then? No you weren't and have you ever actually told him how you felt? Ever? No, didn't think so"

"That's not exactly true, I kissed him first in Romania, did he tell you that?"

"Yes, he did. But what have you done since then? Nothing, absolutely nothing" Cindy wasn't holding back any longer. She had, had enough of being the caring and supportive face from the past. She still didn't even know why she had bothered.

"I don't have to take this from you Cindy, I'm leaving"

"That's right Sam, leave when the going gets tough and the truth might actually come out"

"Oooh" Sam grumbled. She stood up grabbed her bag and headed for the door. She opened it and then slammed it shut. She was absolutely fuming how could Cindy speak to her like that. She stormed out to her car and got in. She never should have bothered to come to speak to Cindy, really what was she thinking.

But what had she just admitted to herself and to Cindy, that she couldn't imagine a life without Phil in it. Surely that meant something didn't it. Why had she run away though? She knew Phil, she had known him for years, she had shared some of her most difficult moments with him and he had never really abandoned her. She could still see his face when she had told him she was pregnant to Stuart and how concerned he was for her. She could close her eyes and see his face, and feel his hands holding hers tightly when they thought that their lives were over. She was going to tell him something then, those were the last words on earth that she was going to say and suddenly Sam understood what Cindy was trying to say to her. She was scared of being hurt as she had been hurt in the past. So much so that her fears had stopped her from living. She suddenly felt the need to speak to Cindy again and she ran up the path, opened the door and ran to find Cindy.

Cindy had watched Sam go, that was a waste of time she had though. There is no point in trying to do a good deed anymore. Let them sort themselves out Cindy decided. She wasn't going to bother again. She began to clean the living room, it was late and time to go to bed. Then she heard the door open, maybe it was Patrick back early. Sometimes if it was quiet at St Hugh's he was allowed to leave early. Cindy out of the corner of her eye saw a flash of blonde hair, she picked up a fry pan and held it next to her head. If there was one thing that Cindy could do, it was defend herself.

"Cindy" came Sam's voice

"Oh, its you. What are you doing back here?" Cindy replied with a relieved voice

"I came back to say that you were right about me, I do need to tell Phil how I feel, why are you holding a fry pan?" Sam asked quickly

"No reason, just thought that you might have been a burglar, usually guests knock on the door before they barge in" Cindy snapped

"Oh, I didn't think of that, not really acting like a police officer am I?" Sam asked with a grin

"No your not, anyway what are you still doing here? Don't you have something to tell someone? And its not me that needs to be told, is it?"

"No I guess not, I just wanted to say thanks, your methods may have been a little wild, but I wouldn't expect anything less from you, would I?"

"That's just who I am. Good luck Sam. Keep him in line ok? I'm sure that you will. You always could at work when I was married to him. You used to ring and he would do whatever it was you told him. I was always in awe of that"

"Thanks again Cindy, good luck with the baby. I'll let you know what happens"

Sam turned and walked out of the house and headed back towards her car. It was midnight, she had been at Cindy's for nearly two hours. She got into the car and put her keys in the ignition. Now what was she to do, if she didn't tell Phil tonight then she never would. She flicked her rear vision mirror down and took a good long look at herself, she was horrified with what she saw. She pulled away from the kerb and headed towards her house, she would go inside and get changed and then go to Phil's or would she?

Will Sam go and see Phil?? Find out if you review!!! xoxo