Can You Save Me? { Sam Pottorff }

Chapter 67 ~ mommy

Jazmin's P.O.V.

"Okay, Aimee. Help Charlotte with this corner part please." I put the puzzle pieces in my hand down and jump to my feet. "I'm going to go answer the door. Where's Jake?"

"Right here." He walks into the room carrying a coloring book and crayons. "I'm going to color your drawing now."

"Okay, Jake." I ruffle his hair and kiss his cheek before running to the front door. I open it, still trying to look back into the living room. "Hello."

"Hi."

I snap my head in the direction of outside.

"Can we talk? Please?" He asks. I probably shouldn't. I don't completely want to, but I do want a few more answers that only him can give me. I open the door a little more for him to walk in.

"In the kitchen." I order him. He looks just as bad as all the other times I've seen him. Dark circles around his eyes, pale face, the rosiness of his cheeks are gone.  I tried not to look at the black eye and cut he had the last time I saw him. I didn't want to think of it, but that's all I can think of now. Even though it's nearly completely healed. "Talk about what?" I stand on the other side of the island, trying to make it obvious that I want my distance.

"I keep fuck-"

"Language." I warn him.

"I keep.. messing up, and I know it. It just isn't easy to be understanding when no one will listen to what you have to say."

"I know the feeling." I cross my arms over my chest and lean against the counter. "What do you want me to hear from you?"

"That I miss you and I'm sorry." He says. "I let my anger get the best of me and I know I've ruined whatever chance I had of having you in my life.. but I don't want to accept it."

"Why'd you try to fight him?" I ask him and don't try to hide how upset I am over it. "What was the point of it?"

"It was like he was rubbing it in my face. I got mad. It kills me to think of the both of you."

"Then don't, Sam. I'm not trying to hurt you anymore than I already have. You're doing this to yourself." I tell him and he flinches.

"Why am I not good enough?" He asks. "Why is he so much better?"

"It isn't about being good enough or better, Sam. I swear he makes me feel a way that I'm sure you could never make me feel. That sucks so much to say, but it's true. I told you that I have nothing for you. I'm not yours anymore. It's not that I never wanted to be. I did want to be yours.. until I found out I wanted to be his. I already was his."

"You lied to me.." He shakes his head. "You said you did nothing.. but y-"

"He was crying.. it was my birthday. Why would I want my best friend crying on my birthday? You barely have an idea of what really went on. Stop being such a hypocrite. Don't believe everything you see or hear."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Watch your language, Sam." I say through my teeth. "I'm ser-"

"Sam!" Aimee runs into the room. I stop her from getting too close to him. I know she doesn't know anything, but I don't want her to think that he will be around so much anymore. "Where you been?"

"Hi Aimee." Sam pulls a smile on for her. It looks like the easiest thing he's ever done and that makes my stomach turn. "I been around. How are you?"

"I'm really really amazing!" She jumps up and down, holding my hands. "We need your help with the puzzle."

"I'll be right there." I give her a little push to go back to the living room.