Specialist crimes and sacrifices
Chapter 5
It was 12:05, and Sam was waiting at the station entrance. She had been waiting there for nearly 10 minutes and was starting to think she'd gotten out of spending more time with Phil, when she saw him coming down the stairs.
Sam's POV
Typical. Just typical, he's always late and when you think he's not going to turn up, along he comes.
Phil's POV
Oh God I'm late, she's going to think I've forgotten. Good she's still there, it took longer to sort things out with Neil and the new job but I'm glad I'll get to sort things out with Sam.
"Hi."
"Hi," she said, managing a smile of some sort. "You're late, again." She turned her head to face him briefly, before turning back. "Although I don't know why I'm surprised, you always do this.
"Sam come on."
"Please Phil lets just go." She avoided meeting his eyes, afraid he would see how watery her eyes were.
"Ok, there's a café a couple of streets away, but we'll take my car."
They walked over to Phil's car, and got in. Phil placed a hand on Sam's knee.
"What's wrong? Are you going to tell me?" he sounded genuinely concerned. Sam fought back the tears that were building inside her, and pushed his hand away and looked out of the window, pretending to be interested in something random on the other side of the yard.
Phil was slightly shocked; this was not the Samantha Nixon he knew. He turned back and just looked at her, she looked so unhappy and he couldn't do anything about it.
He started the engine and drove off.
Within a few minutes of silence, Phil pulled up beside a small café and placed his hand on her knee for the second time that day. Sam just opened the car door, and stepped out, just standing on the curb for a few seconds before she felt a hand round her waist. She blinked back the tears before pulling away and stepping into the café, followed closely by Phil.
Sam sat down while Phil ordered the coffee. Milk, 2 sugars like always. Phil sat down next to her and put the coffees on the table.
"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Phil tilted his head trying to make eye contact, but Sam remained looking down at the steamy liquid in her cup.
"Nothing's wrong." she knew he wasn't convinced.
"Sam, I hate seeing you like this." He paused, waiting for her to face him. When she didn't, he lifted her head and carried on." Please talk to me." His voice thick with emotion, his eyes full of concern.
"Like what?" it was blunt, but it was to the point.
"Like this, you've become so distant." He stopped, seeing her hands tense. He took her hands in his. "It's like I don't know you any more." She pulled her hands away gently.
"Maybe you didn't know me to start with." She drained the contents of her cup. It burnt the back of her throat, but she didn't care, she still felt cold inside.
She got up, pushed back her chair and walked away, once outside she let out a quiet sob before Phil came running after her.
Sorry I know it's a bit of a crappy end to a chapter, but it leads on to the next one which I will be adding soon. So review and tell me what you think.