The door swung back, almost falling off it's hinges. Freddie shut the door quickly, grabbing the wooden bat that had barely missed his head. He was lucky this time, although one look at Sam's face made him wonder how bad the bat would have been.

"Sam, I know you're upset. But—"

"What the hell are you still doing here?"

"We need to talk," he said, tossing the bat on the bed. "Just us, okay? We can work through this."

Freddie reached for her arm, but Sam immediately\ pushed his hand away.

"Don't touch me." Sam retorted as she backed away from him, knocking herself into the side of her dresser. She placed one hand on her mirror for balance, And then she wished she hadn't looked at that damn mirror. She hated what she saw. She was a mess, and it was all his fault.

She glared at him with such rage. Her eyes were like fire piercing through his. She silently prayed she wouldn't kill him. She wondered what had stopped her or even allowed him to take that bat straight from her hands.

Do not go near him Sam. You touch him...he's dead. Stay away.

All he wanted was to forget about all of this drama and just have his girlfriend back. His heart cried for Sam. He just wanted her back. That's all he wanted.

Freddie then studied her face. She had been crying. Her eyes were heavy lidded and red. Her hair had looked like it got sucked through a vacuum cleaner, and her cheeks were flushed. she looked exactly how she felt. she looked exactly how she felt- like shit.

He broke her heart. The one thing he promised would never happen. He never promised her the world, but breaking her heart was the one thing he told her he'd never do.

And leaving now would be giving up. He would never let them slip through his fingers.

Sam didn't think she could ever forget what he had done with Carly and she couldn't see them ever getting past this, even Carly was unforgiveable. The only two people she trusted her life with couldn't have done anything worse than have sex together. Loving Freddie didn't make up for his lies and cheating. Loving Carly didn't make up for her backstabbing and betrayal. She would never trust them again and that burned.

"There is no we anymore, Freddie! We're done! Do you hear me? Done! Get out!"

Freddie's eyes pleaded with Sam's, he just wished she would listen to him. "I'm not leaving until you talk to me, Sam".

"Srcrew you!"

"Just listen to me!"

"I swear, if you don't get out of my house in 2 seconds I'm going to do a double fist dance on your face!"

"I Love you!"

Sam's anger took over her and she made a bee line straight to his face. Inches away from him, she took in a deep breath, memories of the past creeping up on her. She remembered the last time she said that to him. Freddie's eyes bore into hers and he didn't dare blink.

"Sam...just please listen to what I have to say. I screwed up. Sleeping with Carly that night was the worst thing I have ever done in my life. But You weren't there when I needed you the most. I just lost all control of what I was doing...and I wanted you baby, you have to believe me. I didn't want this. I love you...I've always loved you. I know that means nothing to you now-"

"You mean less than nothing to me. You're dead. Dead!" she grabbed his shoulders and pushed him backwards "You will never be a part of my life again. I don't give a rat's ass if you needed me! I don't care Freddie! You had sex with my only friend! My best friend who I trusted with everything!" . " I don't want to see you. I don't want to even hear your voice. Get the hell out of me house Freddie. We're done here. We're over. There is nothing more to say!"

"Sam." He let the tears run down his cheeks slowly. He finally could feel exactly how she felt. A heavy lump was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't breathe. It was like the oxygen had been turn off from the world. His heart had been ripped out of his chest. Her words had cut through him like a thousand knives in his back.

"Go!"

Freddie was speechless. Maybe he had said all that he could. All the pieces of the puzzle of both of their hearts would never find their way back together again.

He got up quickly, wiped his face with the back of his hand, and then left.

And that's when Sam broke down.

She ran over to the wooden bat on her bed, and picked it up. She swung it hard knocking over her lamp. The impact of the bat causing it to crash to pieces against the wall. Sam's breathe became heavy and dangerous. She had lost control of her emotions. She didn't want to feel, and she knew her mom's stash of liquor would come in handy tonight.

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Sam lay up in a ball of her messed up sheets, she was emotionally drained. Her eyes had been a waterfall of tears. One tear after another and she cursed herself for even caring about what she had said.

He deserved it. He cheated. You can't love him. You can't care. HE hurt YOU.

She rolled over to her bed side table, pulling the drawer out from underneath. She took out the picture. The one they had taken together at Gibby's birthday party last year. Her favorite picture of them. Freddie had his arm protectively around her waist and she smiled straight up at him with so much joy. She was happy.

She ran her thumb across Freddie's face, wiping the single tear that fell on it. 'Maybe he was sorry' She thought.

No. Sorry guys don't cheat on the girls they love.

She ripped it up faster than it hit the floor, and then picked the bottle of vodka up in one quick motion.

This would be a long night.

A/N I will no longer be continuing with this story. My heart just isn't in it. I thank you for your reviews and encouragement.

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