Chapter Fifty Three: Brooke
As soon as I've put away all the items away, I take as long as possible. Knowing that when I went back to them both, I didn't know what would happen from there.
I sigh to myself, knowing they're talking right now.
I stand by the door and eavesdrop.
"What do you want, Tom?" Sam asks his brother, sounding worn out and frustrated.
"Do I need to want something every time I drop by, brother?"
"Yes, Tom. Yes you do. I haven't seen you this happy in ages! You must want something..."
Wow! That's pretty harsh. Can't Tom be happy without wanting something?
"You prefer it when I'm miserable?!" Tom raises his voice, getting angry.
"I didn't say that did I?! Stop putting words in my mouth!" Sam denies.
"You didn't have to say it! It's written across your fucking face."
"Oh shut the fuck up already!" Sam replies, "Brooke is mine! So don't even try taking her from me!"
So I'm fucking property now?!
I don't think so buddy!
"I. Don't. Like. So!" I announce my presence by walking in, saying this slowly. "I am not an item!" My inner feminist says.
Both Tom's and Sam's whip in my direction. Sam, looking shocked at my outburst, and Tom looking like he expected it.
Clever...
"I-I didn-"
"Save it!" I brush off Sam, who tried to reword what he had said, but it was too late.
"I'm off for a walk." I huff, gabbing my jacket and closing the door behind me, leaving them both to sort themselves out."
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Sam's P.O.V
The sound of heels clattering against the hard floor, followed by the slamming of the front door could be heard clearly. Leaving me and Tom to patch things up.
I do not think so!!
"Im off too, seeing as you obviously won't follow her. I will." Tom says, shrugging his jacket on before walking to the door. "Just hang on a sec!" I abruptly speak, "why do you think she actually left?"
"Because you pissed her off and needed to get away." Tom answered without hesitation. Okay, that hurt.
"No... well, yes. But that's not the bigger image! I mean, she left so we can talk."
"Maybe I don't feel like talking." Tom argued, putting a fag in-between his lips.
"Stop being a fucking child! Talk to me!" I demand,
"Fine." Tom states, taking out his fag between his lips, still unlit. "You wanna talk, let's fucking talk! It's you! It's all your fault. You're the reason she's left! You're too overprotective and jealous over someone who isn't even yours! Get over yourself! Give her some fucking space for Christ's sake!"
It's silent, and I hear Tom breathing deeply, must have gotten to him.
"Why do you care so much?! You hardly know her." I know I reached some sort of nerve when I said this, as he visibly stiffens and doesn't know what to say.
"D-do I have to know her?" He stutters, "I mean, you've acting like a douchebag. And if you're not careful, you're going to loose her because she's even yours."
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My Boss
Romance"Why are you doing this?!" I practically yell at him. But he doesn't give me any kind of reaction, just continues to sit at his desk, staring at me with an expressionless face. "You know why I'm doing this Brooke. I want you. And I won't stop until...
