Chapter 11

It was hard. Real hard for Gregor to look away from the tear streaked face of Sam, the way she was withering in front of him, and he just walked away. He tried many times to think that what he did was the best, but he couldn't completely convince himself. His mind was telling him that this was the best decision he made, to let go of Sam. But his heart sang another song. It was getting harder and harder, because every time he came to ashy debris that once was going to become a home for both him and Sam, was now a pair of smolders. It didn't help when he recalled how she laughed, how she smiled at him when he said that she was his 'flower'. And the way she looked at him, like he was the only person in the world. And it didn't help when he cried hearing that voice.

He sat on the beach, the night sky was emitting an ethereal glow. The moonlight was reflecting on the sea, and the waves were smashing with each other. He wiped his already red and puffy eyes, but to no avail. The tears were betraying him.

He thought that he looked pathetic. He was here feeling anguish at what he lost, and the person he thought who he lost was living with the man she loved. Whom she cheated on him for. She was happy right now, and he was calculating his loss. He was pathetic to think that she loved him. He sniffed and his throat heavy. That was when he heard foot steps behind him. He didn't turn around, because he knew who it was. His best friend, David Lupin. His fellow fisherman who always stayed by his side. David sat down beside him on the ground and picked up a pebble and whizzed it across the sea.

He was a normal height person, with a short moustache and beard that was all black, with a chunk of blank hair and brown eyes. His posture and the way he spoke gave out a comfortable feeling. So it wasn't hard to befriend him. He shifted his eyes from the sea to his fellow companion. Who was still crying.

"You know you look pathetic right now!"

"I know!" was the grumbled reply.

David let out a shallow breath and spoke, "Why are you still beating yourself. Let it go. Let Samgo!" And Gregor whipped his head in David's direction and lurched forward and seized him by the collar. His face etched into a snarl, "Do. Not. Mention her!" And David held his hands up in surrender, as Gregor let go of him and went back to his sulking position.

"You know! It would be a great idea if you left. This place isn't for you any more. You could stay here and become angrier every day. You need a healthy environment. And you're a great fisherman, some one will surely give you a job. But staying here will dig up the past, and you need to move on!" he said, and he stood up to leave, but patted Gregor's back before he left. He was right about one thing, that he needed to move on, and staying here, the place that screamed her presence, wasn't going to help.

His father had tried to convince him to start packing, because all of them were moving to Wisconsin, but Gregor placed his foot down and refused to leave. But that was the only way he was going to forget her, and what she did to him. He sighed as he looked at the waves and decided that it was best if he left. And Wisconsin was a good start to a new life.

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Silence. Complete and utter silence. And Kitty could not bear silence. She had to say something to make the room inhabitants squabble. The whole family, or what was thought to be a family was sitting on the dining table in the kitchen, while Danny was sitting in the T.V lounge that was joined to the kitchen. All of them were eating their meal in peace, and Kitty was having trouble swallowing hers. It was like there was no fun if no one was fighting or trying to slit each others throats.

Her gaze moved towards Sam who was eating her salad silently, with an uneasy look on her face. Jazz was reading a magazine while she ate her food. And Johnny was trying to convince Adam to eat his vegetables. Her eyes settled to the hunched figure of Danny, who hadn't even touched his food. His head was in his hands, and he looked like a perfect figure of depression. Kitty smirked lightly as she saw that Danny was trying to glance at Sam from the corner of his eyes from time after time with a soft expression. This was going to be fun. Kitty coughed lightly and spoke, "So Danny. How is that new job of yours?"

Danny's head shot up and he looked at Kitty with alarm, as if he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar, but then he realized that it was just a standard question, "Good!" He wasn't quite settled with Kitty, she always tried to pry answers from him that made him lower his head in either shame or embarrassment. The women had the tendency to turn a whole sentence around and derive a meaning from the words into those that settled her appetite. So Danny always tried to keep the conversation as short as possible with her, and it usually pissed her off. But if he came clean in the end, he didn't care if his words annoyed her.

But this time her expression just turned into more sugary one, instead of turning red in anger of being ignored, "So how long will it take to buy a house?" She saw Sam from the corner of her eyes, as she saw her stabbing the fork into the carrot, and as her face turned into a snarl. Sam knew full well where this conversation was going. Kitty looked more delighted by this response from Sam and she puckered her lips as she gave a Cheshire grin as Danny said, "Why would we need a house?" his face drowned in confusion.

Kitty said innocently, "Well you two would need a house, since you're obviously married. You can't stay shacked here for long!"

Jazz choked on her water and Sam pushed the chair back and stomped outside, after she slammed the door, Danny stood up as well and went to the back door and went in his room after giving Kitty a scalding glare. Kitty just shrugged and Johnny looked at her, "What was that all about, Kitty!" She just looked at him as if he grew another head or something. Jazz closed the magazine, "That was low, Katelyn. Even for you!" with that she took off as well. But went outside after Sam. Kitty found that insulting, "Yeah, yeah. I'm the only sane person around here. If I lived with you people any longer, I'm gonna lose my mind!" she shouted to walls and stomped her way into her bedroom.

Johnny let out a sigh, he knew his wife well enough to know that life here would become hell.

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Sam ran out into the crisp air of winter nights, and crossed her arms. She knew it wasn't going to end well. It was always like that and it will always be like that. Kitty wasn't going to let go of even one opportunity to say shit like that. She was going to turn the whole house into a Civil War ground.

Sam jerked her foot in the leaves that were lying on the ground and kept jerking. A way to take her frustrations out. She tried screaming, but it was no use. Her tears flowed freely and she leaned against a tree. If life was going to be like this, than she'd rather die. She heard the door snap open and shut behind her and she saw Jazz coming her way. She turned around and wiped her tears.

Jazz walked towards her and stood a few feet away from her. Jazz sighed, "Sam, I..." Sam held her hand up to stop her, and turned to face her, "Please don't say that your sorry, or that things will turn out great in the end!" Jazz opened her mouth to protest, but her words died in her throat, she sighed and willed the words to come back, "Sam, I know how hard this must be for you. But..." Sam gave her an incredulous look, "You know!?" she gave a bitter laugh, "You don't know anything about me, Jazz. You don't know because you don't know how hard it is to walk in my shoes. So just stop! Just stop it!" her voice cracked and Jazz wiped a few tears that escaped her eyes.

Jazz walked closer to her, and after a moment of hesitation, she wrapped her arms around Sam. At first Sam flinched, but slowly calmed down. Jazz ran her hand through Sam's ebony hair as she cried.

"I'm here for you, Sam. If there is anything I could do. Let me know!" she placed a soft kiss on her hair. A motherly gesture that Sam had long ago forgotten.

When Sam finally simmered down and the tears on her face dried, she went inside for a bath. Jazz had said that she could use all the hot water if she stopped crying. Well that eased her mood a bit. And as the hot scalding water hit her body and cascaded down, she knew that she needed to drown her worries as well. No matter what her life had turned into she had to move on. And the best way was to forget. But her whole body irked her that forgetting was not an option for her. She could never be able to think back and forget what had happened to her. No one could ever make her forget.

All they could do was ease the pain. But she had to let her defences down to let them in. She wasn't sure if she could. But she knew that her walls were wavering, it wouldn't be long before the dam broke and she had let out the muffled screams and the sobs that she tried to drown. The time would come.

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It was late. Very late. And by this time everyone was asleep. Sam had spent hours in the shower to soothe her aching muscles. But at some time the hot water was bound to turn cold. So she wrapped a towel around her torso and her hair as she turned towards the door. She had left her clothes in her room. Which was actually the small T.V lounge. The bathroom was attached to the lounge so she poked her head out of the bathroom. The lights were off so she thought it was safe to come out.

Slowly she emerged out of the bathroom and walked towards her wardrobe and picked out her baggy shirt and shorts for the night. She pulled out the towel from her wet hair and turned towards her small bed and placed it there. She didn't hear the door open behind her.

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Danny had been pacing ever since the conversation during dinner. How could that women get under everyone's skin? Was she some kind of sadistic and twisted person! Or was it that she was so stupid that she didn't know a single word that came out of her mouth! How much a person could be hurt by her babbling. If he was going to live in the same house as that Katelyn Manson, then he knew for sure that he was going to kill her.

She was twisted and it was time she was given a taste of her own medicine. She had to know what kind of effect her words had on other people. He was going to make her listen. So without further thought, he sot up from his bed and walked out in the crisp cold air and walked towards the door that led in the kitchen of the house. It was a house, it could never be a home and he knew it.

After the time when he had told Jazz about everything that had happened, it had become impossible for him to face her or Sam. Whenever he managed eye contact with Jazz, since Sam obviously kept to herself, that part of her he had admired greatly, but when he looked at Jazz he always turned around or left the room completely. It was impossible for him. She was angry at him, and he knew that, that added to his guilt even more.

He walked in the house, carefully opened and closed the door because Jazz's room was close to the kitchen and walked in the narrow hallway. When he came towards the lounge he heard some shuffling sound and he knew that Sam was awake. He tried his best to whisk past her, but he knew that he would have to face her. So he took a deep breath and walked towards the lounge, and made the second biggest mistake of his life.

He walked in on Sam just as she lowered the towel wrapped around her torso. His eyes widened at her naked form and he turned around, "I'm sorry!" he said. He didn't turn around to see her expression. Sam was in shock, she didn't scream but her breathing became labored and soon a sob escaped her and she couldn't fight the tears. She felt violated and she turned around as she heard the back door close and she knew that he had left. She fell onto her bed and cried the whole night. He didn't come home that night.

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His family had become accustomed to life in Wisconsin, and he knew that it had helped him forget everything that happened two months ago also. His parents made the right decision to come here. He was distancing himself from his life that he left. And he had already got a job. Not one of those salmon fishing jobs, but a job the kept him on the road rather than the sea. He needed to forget his old life, and this was his ticket to that.

He walked inside the DALV Cooperation, he had worn his only suit. A black tie, jacket and pants with a white shirt. He looked like a business man more than a regular driver for which he was assigned.

As he walked inside the elevator and reached the top story of the building. He turned towards the receptionist and gave her his name. She gestured towards the double doors that led to the lounging room and walked inside.

There he saw a man in his late forties clutching the papers that were scattered around his desk. As the man saw him he gestured towards the chairs in front of his desk and he sat down. After rummaging through the files the older man with grey hair turned his face towards the man in front of him.

"So, Good to have you here Mr...!" the older man trailed, his blue eyes narrowing.

"Kane sir! Gregor Kane!"

Yay! I got to another chapter. Anyway people I need some love here. Review and make me happy. If you find anything not fitting the lines then let me know. And huzzah! Gregor is working for the Masters. He doesn't even know what is going to hit him. And the story is going to turn dramatic because Danny is going to start falling for Sam in the next chapter.

Love,

Red