Chapter 22
Joey and Ajit returned a few hours later - both with bruised knuckles.
"We're back!" Joey shouted as he shut the door.
They walked into the kitchen and saw Sam sitting at the island in the middle of the area, her eyes red.
"Sam, what's up? You look as of you've been crying." Joey comforted with concern.
"No, I haven't been. Just got an eyelash in my eye." She lied.
"Sure?"
"Positive." She nodded.
"Where's Tom?" Ajit asked.
"Don't know. He went out." She said, her voice breaking.
"You have been crying. What did he do? Did you two have an argument?" Joey pressed.
"He... He didn't know what he was doing." She stuttered.
"Are you trying to defend him?" Joey scowled. "What did he do?"
"He pushed me. There, I told you." She went to stand.
"Are you hurt?" Joey asked.
"Only a small bruise."
"Sam! He hurt you. Why?" Ajit wondered.
"He was drunk. That encounter with your dad got him really angry."
"Doesn't give him any excuse." Joey shouted.
Sam jumped back at the noise. "Anyway, how's your nose, Ajit?"
"Fine." He said.
"Don't change the subject, Sam. Do you still have your place?" Joey interjected.
"Yes. Why?"
"Pack a bag. I'm not letting you stay here with Tom. Give him some time and, if you two want to, start again. Ajit and I will split are time between yours and here - well I will do." Joey explained.
"Joey, you don't have to do anything. This is between Tom and me."
"I do have to. I want to. I can't let my brother act like this. He always pushes away the ones he loves."
Sam started to get a bag and pulled some clothes into it. Joey did the same for him, but Ajit couldn't. He forgot to bring anything as he intended to be at Jack's, so he took some of Tom's clothes.
When they got to Sam's, her mobile rang. She pulled it out her pocket, looked at the caller ID and let it ring out.
"Tom?" Joey asked; Sam nodded.
A minute later her phone beeped, saying there was a new voicemail. It kept saying this throughout the day, until her mail box was full.
Tom had arrived home a few hours after his departure. He hadn't gone far - well in some way of speaking. He had just wandered through the streets, away from the centre, slightly on the outskirts and back again.
He wanted to apologise.
On his wanders, he was becoming sober. Then when he stepped in his home, the memories came fighting back. He had closed the door, turning around and banging his head on it afterwards.
He knew he would never do anything of the sort with a non-intoxicated mind. He just had to let everyone understand that. Surely they would?
He went to change clothes - as he must have fell over at some point, as one side was covered in mud. Before that he took a shower, realising he had bruised his ribs too.
When he had got out, he had a shave. It was as if he was trying to get full marks on a first date.
He muttered to himself of what he could say as he made his way to hers - he walked because he guessed he was still over the limit.
He looked up, hands in pockets, as he came to her front door. He pulled one hand out and knock - quite decisively.
There was scuffling behind the door. A shout came directed at whoever else was in the home. She opened the door, smiling, then her eyes saw who it was.
Shock took over her. She went to slam the door, but he put his foot in the way and push his hand against the wood.
"Hear me out, Sam." He hasted.
She looked at him whit a 'what' expression that prompted him to continue.
"I would never hurt. You should know that. I love you. It was a stupid drunken mistake and I'm sorry. Really sorry." He reached for her wrists and held them tight. "Please forgive me." He whispered.
"Get off me. I don't want your apologies. You hurt me. Why should I forgive you?" She growled. She tried to pull her arms away but he held on tighter.
"Why won't you forgive me?" He spluttered.
"I said, get off me!" She yanked her arms back with little success.
Sam began to fight her arms back, however, he wouldn't let go. The scene was stopped when Tom's hand collided with her face. She automatically threw one hand to her cheek; his grip fell weak.
"Sam." He stumbled.
She hung her head down in shame. She used her other hand to push him out her home. He was too shocked to retaliate and fell back on his feet. There was a unnatural deafening sound of the pins falling to there places in the locks.
He trudged back to his apartment. Playing back the events to discover why he convicted those actions.
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