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Mercedes had raced from her home to Sam's, thanking everything Holy that she hadn't gotten pulled over. As she was driving, Santana read her updates on the whole brawl. Stating that hospital records had determined that Spencer had a broken nose that needed surgical repairs and that about five of the ribs were bruised while about two were broken. Not only that, but there were talks that Sam would be suspended from the Kings, and he potentially could go to court if Spencer ever wanted to press charges. When she reached his house, she saw his parents loading their car with their bags. Immediately, she stepped out, and Stacey looked over at her and sprinted to her.

"Mercedes, you have to talk to him, he is so angry! He told us to go back home." Stacey rushed out, but Dwight barked for Stacey to get in the car before she could respond. The young girl gave Mercedes a sad look and went to the car, and once the door was closed, Dwight peeled out of the driveway. Mercedes walked to the front door and opened it cautiously, not knowing what to expect.

"SAM! Baby!" Mercedes yelled. She walked upstairs to his bedroom and saw Sam sitting on the floor of his bed. Then she saw a large bottle of Jack Daniels; about a fifth of it was gone.

"Sam, what the hell happened?" Mercedes asked.

"Why do you care, Mercedes?" Sam answered as he looked at her with dark eyes and an angry face she had no history with.

"Sam, what are you talking about? Why wouldn't I care?" Mercedes questioned as she sat on her knees and touched him gently.

"Because there is no reason for you to care." Sam hissed as he shrugged her off angrily.

"Sam, you quite possibly damaged your career and almost killed Spencer," Mercedes stressed.

"THEN GO FUCKING CHECK ON HIM MERCEDES, MY GOD!" He yelled, causing Mercedes to back away.

"What has gotten into you," She asked as she stood. Sam stood as well, the bottle of Jack in his hands as he walked towards Mercedes, and she backed away until she was trapped in between Sam and the wall.

"Fucking go, Mercedes, leave. Spencer was right. He should be able to sleep with you since you care so much about him. Was this all just some fucking game so you and he could end up together and be the power couple. Huh? Is that what you wanted?"

"What are you talking about, Sam?"

"DON'T FUCKING PLAY GAMES WITH ME! You used me to get to him so you two could be together. You used me."

"Sam, baby, I don't know what you are talking about, and I need you to calm down. I need you to relax." Mercedes said, tears laced in her voice. She reached up to touch Sam's face, and Sam shoved her away from him before she could rest her hand.

"GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE MERCEDES! GET OUT! JUST LEAVE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE DOES! YOU GOT HERE, USED ME, AND GOT WHAT YOU WANTED IN THE END! FUCKING LEAVE!" He shouted. Mercedes's tears just fell as she left the room. Racing downstairs, she got out of her car. As she drove back home, she received a call from Sue.

"I don't have to tell you that it looks bad, but I am not sure if you and Sam can be together," Sue spoke first.

Mercedes's tears fell harder, "Don't worry about it. He just broke up with me."

Sue sighed, "I'm sorry, Mercy."

"It's ok, Sue. I should have listened in the first place." Mercedes whispered.

Tabloid Reporters: Ladies and Gentleman, it seems like Splitsville for Samcedes. Just hours after Sam Evans fought, his fellow LA Kings teammate Mercedes Jones and her team released a statement saying that the two broke up. Not only did she delete him from all her socials, but It is not a good day for one, Sam Evans, as now the LA Kings board is speaking about permanently releasing him from the team after he nearly killed his teammate. Aside from that, the charities he funds and brand deals he has have all issued statements releasing him from all contracts.

One Week Later

Sam was sober and stressed. Today was the meeting with the LA Kings board about his term here as a player. A week had passed, and Spencer had decided against pressing charges, even telling police that he had been continuously egging Sam on, and it was only a matter of time. However, that did not do much for him to gain back brand deals or for charities to change their opinions about him. The only thing that would make that happen is if his team, the one he had given three years and two championships too, would hopefully throw him a bone. He sat across from Coach Roz and lead board member Emma Pillsbury.

"So Sam, after review and an immense amount of fighting on Coach Roz's fault, we have decided to keep you on as a player. However, you are going to be benched from the playoffs leading up to the championship game." Emma began.

Sam started, "But we are trying to go for a three-peat. You can't just bench me from those games."

Emma spoke, "Be lucky that you are even a part of the team, Sam. After conducting a thorough investigation of the tense relationship between you and Spencer Porter and speaking with your peers, we decided to keep you and release him. Mind you, we are keeping a person who has immense anger issues and nearly killed a person over a slew of words. On top of this conditional player contract, you have to clean up your image, you will be going mandated anger management, you will get back your brand deals, and you will get your charities back, and if you can't do that by the start of next season, then we are releasing you. And you will never be an LA King again. Do you understand?" Emma asked. Sam looked over at Roz, who kept her eyes cast downwards.

He nodded his head and looked over to Emma, "Yeah, I understand, and I won't let you down." Emma nodded her head and left the office, leaving Sam and Roz.

"Roz, say something, please," Sam begged.

"Sam, I don't have anything to say. I nearly lost my job trying to keep you here, and if you keep on fucking up. I won't ever vouch for you ever again." Roz promised him as she left the office.

After the awful meeting, Sma drove her to Mercedes's house. He had been trying to contact her since the night after he saw her, but she hadn't replied to any of the calls, texts, or DM's. He took a deep breath and took the elevator to her floor. When he approached her door, he took a deep breath and knocked, and she answered. She was surprised to see him as she was dressed in a pair of jeans and one of her oversized sweaters, and her hair was cascading down to curls.

"What are you doing here?" She asked coldly.

"I came to apologize, Mercy," Sam whispered.

"Don't call me that. You don't get to call me that after the way you treated me, Sam." Mercedes hissed.

"I know I was wrong, but Mercedes, I am sorry my anger got the best of me." Sam pleaded.

"That probably would have worked if all you did was yell, but you put your hands on me, Sam."

"Merce, listen."

"NO, you listen, Sam. You don't get to come here and try to make amends and say that your anger got the best of you because it isn't good enough. Stop saying it like it is a valid excuse for excusing me of using you, for screaming at me, for shoving me into a wall. Don't stand here and try to insult my emotional intelligence like that, Sam. I did nothing but love you and show you how amazing you are, and in return, you call me a whore and scare me in the same event. So you don't get to call me Mercy, you don't get to try and apologize, you don't get a second chance. My life was fine without you, and it is going to be fine without you. So do yourself a favor and stay the fuck away from me. Take your own advice. As a matter of fact, stay here." Mercedes spoke as she shut the door. When the door opened again, it was a bag of all the stuff Sam had left over at her house, including all the jewelry he had ever bought her. To make it worse, she slipped off the charm bracelet he brought her and dropped it on the bag.

"Don't ever talk to me again, Sam." Mercedes hissed as she slammed the door in his face. Tears fell from his face as he bent down and picked up the bag. He placed his hand on the door.

"I'm sorry, Mercedes, I am so sorry." He whispered before leaving.