Chapter 20: Apologies

The weight of Annabelle's petite body upon Freddie's long and lean one made Sam spring up in such a frenzy, she was ready for battle like a Spartan ready to face an untimely death. She ran straight for Annabelle and pulled her off quickly and menacingly, feeling some pieces of the brunette's hair fall off. She was ready to devour her, eat her alive, punch her face in so that it was unrecognizable.

"Sam!" She heard Freddie's voice beside her. Her arm was at a deadly angle ready to strike, but she stopped all too soon, looking in Freddie's direction with the same rage that she was holding in for Annabelle. That's when she realized, it wasn't this poor girls fault. It was his. It had to be his.

"What the fuck Freddie?" She said, yelling in front of the entire restaurant. People looked up from their tables, sickly entertained by the drama that was ensuing.

"Sam, what are you doing here?" Freddie asked. Sam stood up, and he braced himself for the worst. A loud punch cracked the silence that was the air. Freddie shut his eyes tightly and opened them to see a nearby wall with a massive dent, and Sam's knuckles bloody and distorted. Her face remained indifferent, showing nothing but a deep loathing.

"Who is she? Your girlfriend from Boston? So you did have a fuck buddy didn't you? I knew that you were such a dick but I never expected you to be such an asshole too!" she said, storming off and leaving Annabelle and Melissa with a shocked expression.

"Freddie?" Annabelle asked. Freddie wouldn't stop staring in the direction that Sam took off, trying to shake off the sudden shock of her presence here in Boston.

"I have to go," he said, taking off after Sam. He opened the door and looked in both directions, in search of Sam's slender figure and her voice screaming profanities. He squinted at the tall woman and ran after her.

"Sam! Wait!"

"Fuck off Freddie," Sam said, still grabbing onto her hand. She applied pressure onto it, but still felt it pulsating a throbbing pain that she never felt before. Sam kept walking, not really going anywhere in particular but escaping all the same. She couldn't believe she almost beat up the girl that was being so nice, so helpful. And it was his fault. Freddie made her want to harm her, it had to be. How else was Annabelle going to know that she was with Freddie? She never mentioned anything to her about him. Not how he looked, how he smelled, how he kissed. Nothing at all.

She kept walking until she felt Freddie reach her, walking beside her. She didn't turn to stare at him, just kept walking faster.

"Speed walking isn't going to get rid of me Sam," he said, keeping in pace.

"What will? So I can use it and get the fuck away from you."

"Wait why are you mad at me? She kissed me-"

"And you didn't fucking stop her!" she said, pushing him and inwardly groaning as she grabbed her hand again.

"Let me see your hand," he said, reaching for her hand. She swatted him away.

"I don't fucking need your charity. I don't need anyone. So go find that girl and go live happily ever after okay?"

"Sam, don't be like that. Let me see your hand, we can talk about this. I mean I'm still trying to get used to seeing you here in Boston."

"Well you can forget about me being here. I'm hopping on the next plane out to Seattle. You and that damn brunette won't have to worry shit about me."

"Sam," Freddie said, "You aren't being fair. Just let me help you out-"

"I said," she pushed him again, but this time just with her good hand, "fuck off."

Freddie looked at her blue eyes, hoping that she would see how confused and sorry he was for anything that she took the wrong way. All he saw was her eyes fierce, angry, and sad. It was like that one time when they argued one summer and didn't see each other for two whole weeks. Two of the worst weeks of his life.

"Just leave me alone."

"No," Freddie said, "Let me take you to the hospital or something. You need me, whether your stubborn ass likes it or not."

"Freddie," Melissa's voice called from behind. Freddie turned around to wave her down. When he turned back to focus on Sam, she was gone.

"Shit! Melissa where did she go?"

"I don't know! I saw you but I didn't see her," she said. "Why don't you go look down the street and I'll walk the other street. Hurry, I'm sure she didn't go far." Freddie nodded and started running where Melissa instructed.

Melissa on the other hand, remained where she was, leaning against the brick wall that was residence to Missy's Muffins. She turned into the alleyway, walking cautiously as she listened for footsteps or some sort of rustling.

"Sam, I know you're here," Melissa yelled out, "It's alright, Freddie took off some other direction because I know you don't want to see him right now. But you need to go to the doctor, so please let me take you to get your hand taken care of," Melissa said, talking to the darkness and some abandoned trash cans. The trashcans started to move and Melissa approached them, seeing Sam trying to get up and brush off the dirt and grime from hiding behind them.

"What do you want? More good karma I suppose if you help this poor girl?" Sam said, a bitter tone in her voice. Melissa stopped right in front of her, not coming any closer. She didn't know what to do at this point. She just wanted to make sure she wouldn't wander off anymore than she did. She would get lost fast in this vast city.

"What happened?" she asked her. Sam just shrugged her shoulders.

"That was my boyfriend, the whore," she said, crossing her arms in anger. Her bloody hand was starting to sting again. She winced and Melissa, noticing her pain, walked closer. Sam didn't do anything this time as she reached for her hand, the blood leaving traces on her shirt.

"We should get that taken care of now. Don't want it to get infected," Melissa explained, waiting for Sam to do something, or say something. She nodded and began walking the way she just ran away from.

"Know any good doctors with drugs? I can't stand this fucking pulsating sting."

"Yeah, Dr. Lowell, he is mine and Anne's." Sam gulped. She was starting to let the guilt sink in for how she acted with Annabelle. She didn't mean to do what she did. It was on impulse. What was worse was that her sister was not angry like she would have been if somebody picked on Melanie. She was being kind, thoughtful, and was even taking her to see a doctor.

"What the fuck do you want from me Melissa?"

"I want to make sure that you are fine. Everything that happened right now was like something from a bad movie. Believe me when I say that Annabelle had no idea that was Freddie Freddie. She may be crazy but the one thing Anne is that she's respectful of relationships."

Annabelle was standing outside The Farmhouse when Melissa and Sam arrived. As she saw them approaching she stood up stronger, and even balled her hands into little fists, Sam couldn't help but notice. Melissa gave her little sister a reassuring glance, and Annabelle put her defenses down, relaxing a bit. Melissa waved down a taxi and gestured Sam into the cab first as she was still grabbing her hand. She looked at Annabelle and explained to her to text Freddie.

"Let him know that we found Sam and that we'll take care of her."

"Anything else?" Annabelle asked as she pulled out her phone.

"Anything else to call us."

Annabelle gave the taxi driver directions to Dr. Lowell's clinic and as soon as they were on their way, Annabelle broke the silence, besides the wincing cries Sam tried to hold in with little success.

"It's not easy for me to say this but I owe you a very big sorry." Sam looked in her direction.

"That's makes two of us," she said.

"Maybe we could have avoided all of this if I asked you about Freddie," Annabelle said, "Honestly Sam, I didn't know that you two were still together, because he said that next time he was going to be here he was going to bring you along. And then when I saw him at the airport, you weren't there so I just assumed instead of asked anything."

"It's okay, I'm sorry for pulling your hair. I felt like shit after I did it, especially when you and your sister have been so nice to me."

Annabelle smiled, reaching out her hand to pat Sam on her shoulder. "Things just happen that we can't control. It's normal. I'm just glad you didn't punch me."

"Yeah, that would not have been a good thing," Sam said laughing to try to lighten up the mood.

Annabelle's phone began to ring and Melissa reached for it, placing it on her ear.

"Hey Freddie. Yeah we found her we're taking her to the doctor right now. You want to what? Hang on," she placed her hand on the phone and looked at Sam, "Freddie wants to talk to you." She handed Sam the phone and she placed it on her ear.

"Hello Dipthong."

"I'm just glad you still have your sense of humor intact. Guess that punch didn't do much."

"It's just a scratch," Sam lied, noticing that she can't move her pinky or her ring finger.

"Why did you just take off like that Sam? I was just looking out for your safety you know."

"How many times do I have to say this Freddie?" Sam said, glancing at her hand, "I hate it being treated like a baby. That's what you were doing."

"I'll try to remember that next time," Freddie's voice said from the other line. "Do you want me to meet you at the doctor? I'll ask Melissa for directions."

"I don't think so Freddie," Sam sighed. "I kind of want to be alone. I don't want things to be awkward."

"It won't be. What happened was just a misunderstanding, and knowing Anne, she probably already made you her friend again. Come on Sam."

Sam sighed softly in the receiver, not knowing that what she wanted to say yes. She handed the phone over to Melissa and nodded that it was okay for him to come and see her at the doctor's.

It was a quick drive, just a few blocks away from the restaurant. When the taxi cab pulled away, Sam looked at a tiny clinic, surrounded by big buildings on either side. The walls were bleach white, two windows on either side of the glass door, which read in black and red letters 'Dr. Lowell M.D.'

"It may not look like much, but Dr. Lowell is a great doctor." Melissa explained, helping Sam up the walkway and through the door. The clinking of a tiny Christmas bell announced their arrival. A nurse that was sitting behind a desk, her nose dug into the magazine only seconds before the bell rose her head to see who came in. She put the magazine to the side and asked them to sign in.

"Where is Dr. Lowell?" Melissa asked the nurse that was taking a post as a receptionist.

"Probably in the back, I can call him up front if you like," she said.

"Please, tell him that Melissa and Anne are here," she said. The nurse nodded and flounced in the back in search of her boss.

Seconds later, a tall and well groomed man came out from the side door, flashing Melissa a wide smile. His hair was dark and extremely well kept, all brushed back away from his face. His chin was strong and had a dimple right in the center. He looked not older than 30, but his black eyes looked as though he has lived longer than he has.

"Hey Mel, Anne," Dr. Lowell addressed the girls like they were old friends, exchanging hugs and silent glances. Melissa blushed as he gave her a strong hug. "What can I do for you?"

"Our friend got hurt," Melissa brought Sam closer to Dr. Lowell. He took her hand with a tender motion, avoiding the blister and bruises. "We were wondering if you could help."

"You know I can," he said, "But what happened? It looks like you punched a wall."

"I did," Sam sheepishly admitted.

"Well," he said, "I'm sure that wall deserved it." Sam smiled. "Just come with me, and I'll take some x-rays if needed and examine it more carefully," he glanced at Melissa and Annabelle, "If you want you two can wait here." Melissa touched Annabelle's shoulder, motioning for her to sit down, while Sam walked through the door that Dr. Lowell came through.

"So what made you punch the wall Ms...?"

"My name's Sam."

"So what made you punch the wall Sam?" Dr. Lowell started slowly maneuvering her fingers. Sam cringed a bit but held up a strong front to show that she was no weak woman. "It's okay if it hurts," he assured her. "It doesn't look broken. Maybe a bit bruised," Dr. Lowell reached for four large popsicle sticks and white tape. "Looks like you'll just need a splint for the meantime. I'll also get you a prescription for some oxycodone to numb the pain," he delicately began wrapping her fingers, "I'm sure they must be throbbing in pain."

"Like you have no idea doc," Sam said. Dr. Lowell smiled. "I punched the wall because my boyfriend was kissing another girl."

"On purpose?"

"Well, he didn't really didn't kiss her. She kissed him."

"Then, it wasn't really his fault was it?"

"No," Sam said, "It was mine because the girl didn't know that he was taken."

"What made her think that he was single?" Dr. Lowell asked, suddenly interested in this girl's life.

"Because he came to Boston and I didn't join him," Sam said, "I guess I got cold feet when he said he wanted to move to Boston and I was too chicken to come with him."

"So what made you come after him?" Dr. Lowell asked. Sam shrugged.

"I guess I love that dork," Dr. Lowell grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the tape, smoothing it out to stick to the popsicle sticks.

"That's sounds about right," he said, "Well, you're all patched up. Just take this to a pharmacy that's down three blocks and hand them that slip. I'll cover the bill for the medication." Dr. Lowell smiled softly at Sam, and she blushed and turned away, he had such a handsome face.

"Thanks doc."

Sam and Dr. Lowell walked through the door and Sam saw Annabelle and Melissa, and of course who she really wanted to see: Freddie. He gave her an annoyed look, but it quickly evaporated into thin air as she was walking towards him. She stopped right in front of him with her head hung down, wanting only one thing from him. He sighed and acted as though it was the most difficult thing to do, he wrapped his arms all the way around her, playfully tugging her closer. He inhaled the smell of her hair, as she remembered how delicious it was to have his body pressed against his. She closed her eyes in euphoria, knowing that this was reality. It was too good to just be a dream.

"We'll be going now Sam," Melissa called from behind, "Dr. Lowell thanks again."

"Anytime Mel," he said, "I'll see you around, we have some catching up to do since you came back from California."

"Yeah, but later." Sam heard the door's little bell announce that it opened and also departed.

"Let's go Sam," Freddie said. She looked up to him and nodded, pulling away from him and walking beside him.

"Thanks again doc," Sam said, walking out the door, "I'll be sure to get the medication right now."

"Good, because they close in 20 minutes."

"Where is it at?" Freddie asked, grabbing the prescription paper to read the address. "It's not that far, we can make it."

"God I hope so, my hand is killing me," Sam said. Freddie smiled offering his hand into her unbruised one in apology. sam noticed it and intertwined her perfectly fine hand around his, letting his hand encircle her tiny fingers, accepting that he forgave her the same way she had to forgive herself.

A/N: O JEEZZZ... Well hello people of

Well as you can tell yes I left and seemed like I would never return (honestly I really was having some serious writer's block for this story). I have been in class that has demanded a crazy amount of writing assignments so my creativity was else where from the couple that is Sam and Freddie. But I still know that I have more to finish and I think for the next chapter, to make it up to all those that have been waiting like crazy for this chapter I'll make it a lemon, sweet and definitely sour. (x_X)

So for those that were waiting; thanks so much for your patience. And don't forget to leave a little review. The more I get the more inclined I am to post the next chapter. ;P