A/N: hey guys! Its been forever! I had some crazy artist block, but I finally managed to get chapter 3 finished. So I hope it was worth the long wait (I tried making it really uber long for you guys)! A lot happens in this chapter and it starts a little slow but it gets better. I promise. Ok? Ok.

"Leah." Emily moved towards me gracefully as she whispered my name. In her hands was an ornate but heavy-looking box. She smiled at me and spoke in a raspy voice. "I want to show you something." I could hear my heart roaring in my ears and I knew that I didn't want to see what Emily had in that box. Regardless of what I wanted, Emily lowered her hands to its lid and slowly lifted up. Inside was a bloody heart, still bleeding. "Sam's." She grinned at me as she slowly began to devour it.

I screamed as I sat up in my bed. I was covered in sweat and my heart was beating loudly. I looked to my left and what used to be "Sam's" side and felt no surprise when I found it empty. He was probably out again. Like every other night. I stood up and walked downstairs to check just in case. Yup. He's gone.

While in the kitchen getting a drink of water, I looked back at the last few weeks since Sam had come back. He was hiding something from me, I was sure of it. He was acting stranger and I could never forget that look he'd given Emily. He started hanging out with Jared constantly at first. They seemed to have some sort of weird cult like bromance. It sickened me. He payed more attention to Jared than he did to me now a days.

And then came Paul. Before this entire…episode, Sam had hated Paul. When I questioned him about it he seemed to start shaking in, like, anger or something. He screamed at me to never ask again, to stay out of his business and to "get the hell out of this room!" I was half tempted to have Emily come back so I had someone to talk to but then I remembered that look. I shuddered and spilled water on myself.

I couldn't shake this feeling that I was losing Sam. The look haunted my every nightmare. It was on my mind constantly. As I sat and thought about all of this I soon realized something: Sam hadn't told me he loved me since before he disappeared. I tried to tell myself that he loved me and wouldn't hurt me in anyway but a nagging voice in the back of my head kept telling me how wrong I was.

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I'm still not sure how I survived all those weeks after I had come to the conclusion that Sam didn't love me anymore. Our relationship was slowly crumbling. I never even thought to call Emily to help me out. I even knew back then that that was a bad idea although I sill didn't know how bad. It would have caused more trouble than it was worth so I saved that option for a last resort. I did my day-to-day things without emotion and interacted with Sam as little as possible.

One day I came home after grocery shopping to find Sam waiting for me. How unusual. He silently rose to greet me, relieved me of the bags and beckoned me into the living room. I started getting worried that something bad was going to happen. Sam wanting to have a serious talk with me was most unusual. I might have started panicking if he hadn't came in just then. He took a seat in the couch across from me and looked at me sadly.

"Leah," He started, cautiously," I want you to know that I never want to hurt you. I don't mean to and if I do then I'm sorry. More sorry than you know. I will never be able to tell you everything and you wouldn't understand if I did. I won't bother you too much longer. I'm asking you to move out." I think my heart had actually stopped. " I'm breaking up with you. I'm in love with Emily. She's all I want now. I still care about you but it's Emily I need."

I felt my world shatter. I was right. He didn't love me. He was in love with Emily. The unfairness of the situation pissed me off. Emily? Emily?! I mean, couldn't it at least have been Jared?! EMILY? You serious!? As Sam's expression changed from sadness to shock I realized I had been screaming my thoughts out loud. Good.

I felt something inside of me snap. "Yeah, cocksucker, let me tell you something. You can take that fake apology and shove it up your hairy ass. Go burn in hell, jackass." I snarled. I was a little surprised that all those words were coming out of my mouth but I didn't care. Sam's expression was priceless.

I ran outside and didn't stop running until I reached the cliff. I stood and let the tears take me. I wanted to jump so badly, but I kept thinking about my mom, and Seth. And my dad. They would all be so disappointed. And Sam. He wanted me gone. The last thing I want was to give him what he had asked for.

I stood on the edge of that cliff for God knows how long. The tears soon stopped and instead of feeling betrayed I started feeling anger. How dare he? I had been with Sam since my freshman year and this is how he pays me? I deserved better but first I had to stop loving him. Just thinking about him brought the tears back. I trudged my way home to confront that scum that is named Sam.

As I neared the house I saw him standing on the porch looking worried. I narrowed my eyes. Oh so that's how it is. Fine. I slowly made my way into the garage. He followed me looking puzzled. "Leah, what are you doing?" he questioned. I merely glared at him and continued making a bed for myself in the backseat of my car. "Leah, come inside!"He pleaded." You're going to get sick!"

I snapped. "Oh so you care about me after all, you bastard! Go die in a hole somewhere and make everyone happy! You can't just tell me you're breaking up with me and expect me to go and stay in the same house as you. The only reason why I'm here right now is because it's probably too late to go and stay at my mom's. I'm moving out, just like you wanted me to so just..go!

He looked affronted and turned around. I heard him walk up to the house and close the door. The porch light went out and I was plunged into darkness. I didn't know what my future held but I knew for sure that I would fight, scratching and biting, to get Sam out of it. As the tears burned in my eyes I suddenly wondered what happened to all those princesses that don't get their happy endings? What about the ones that can't find their prince? The fatigue took over and I fell asleep.