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Broken- A Sam Wilkinson Imagine
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Here we were. Again. For what felt like the hundredth time this week. Another fight. More screaming. More crying. More questions. My throat hurt from the constant yelling out and my head was pounding from all the tears that had escaped. In reality, our second fight of the day, fourth fight of the week, had just concluded in Sam yelling:

"What is the point of all this? We're obviously not going to get better!"

When he said that I didn't even look up, just walked away into our bedroom and shut the door. Every time after a fight I go upstairs and lock the door, even though Sam keeps a key in his wallet. But this time I didn't bother locking it because part of me wanted him to come in and apologize and the other part wanted him to come in and start packing his bags. Although the former seemed to be the option I wanted most.

I still wanted Sam. I want his love and affection. But most of all I just wanted to know that he still cared for me. That no matter how many rumors are thrown around, he still is able to look past them and be with me. That the walls he built up from years before we were together, are able to be destroyed. That I'm able to destroy them. However lately that's what's become more difficult.

Sam wasn't always a loving, caring person. He got his heart broken when he was younger, built his walls up incredibly high, and then slept with every girl he could get his hands on in an attempt to make the pain go away. Until I came along. He would always tell me that he wouldn't be able to love me. That he was no good for me. That he was a partying whore who would just hurt me. That he would break me and bring out the worst in me. That I couldn't save him. But I was in love with him. And I could tell that half of why he was giving all these excuses was so that I would leave and there wouldn't be a chance of him getting hurt again.

I knew when I told him I loved him, some few years ago, what I was signing myself up for. I knew we may not last forever. But I wanted us to. Piece by piece, brick by brick I helped Sam break down the walls he had built so high. I always told him how I would bring out the best in him and make him love again. I promised him that he wouldn't always feel so broken. I made him vulnerable. And with vulnerability comes the option of being hurt. Which is how we started all of this fighting.

There was a rumor going around on twitter that I had slept with his best friend, and mine, Jack Gilinsky. Jack tweeted out "It was so good to see Y/N after not seeing her for two months." Because him and Jack had went off touring with Matt. So when he came back we through a house party and I got to see him again. Then some fan took it the wrong way and accused me and Jack of having an affair. Which we never have and never will. But word got back to Sammy and ever since then, any time I so much as even look at a guy it starts an argument.

These arguments normally end up with him shouting really nasty, vulgar names at me and accusing me of horrendous things. None of which are ever true. And I always end up upstairs crying, with my face smushed into the pillow. But Sammy would come in twenty minutes later, groveling at my feet, telling me how sorry he was and that it would never happen again. And I always forgave him. That is why I left the door unlocked. I thought that if I showed him I wasn't trying to keep him out he would understand that I had nothing to hide. But he didn't come in. I had eventually stopped crying an hour later. More hours passed and I had eventually fallen asleep.

When I woke up there was still no sign of Sam. The bed on his side was still made up. No dirty clothes from yesterday were in the hamper or on the floor. And the bathroom door was open, showing that he hadn't come in to shower or anything. My head was still pounding and my throat was still scratchy and my stomach was rumbling having not eaten since lunch yesterday.