Hear Me

Chapter Five

Sam had seen more than he wanted to that morning. He stopped in his usual place to get a cup of coffee before work when he saw the worst. Patrick was sitting across from a brunette, holding hands with her and smiling. His thick rimmed glasses were slipping off of his nose. She kissed him after pushing them back up. Kissed him with more than just passion and lust. He was cheating on her with Sam…not just experimenting. It was one thing to have a no strings attached relationship and another to cheat on somebody with that supposed no strings attached relationship.

“Patrick.”

He looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“Pat, how do you know him?” He heard her whisper

“He’s Sophie’s brother. Remember Sophie?”

“Oh, yeah. She’s a sweet girl. Nice to meet you um…”

“It’s Sam and I better never hear you say my name ever again, you asshat.” Sam said before smacking Patrick.

“What the hell?!” The brunette asked.

“I’ve been fucking your boyfriend. I’m so sorry…I wasn’t aware he was taken.” Sam said before leaving the café, forgetting his coffee.

Patrick grabbed the cup and went out to Sam, tears in his eyes and a smack mark on his cheek.

“Patrick, I-“ “Here’s your coffee…” Patrick muttered, handing him the cup.

“You forgot it…”

He watched Patrick walk to his car and get in before watching him drive away while trying not to cry. The brunette was still sitting there, head in hands. Sam got into his car and drove to work before heading home not only half an hour later.

“Where are you going?” His receptionist asked.

“Tell them I’m sick…stomach flu.” He said before leaving.

She sighed and went back to typing away on her computer while muttering about men. Sam changed into his pj’s and laid on his bed. Blake was passed out asleep on the couch and Sophie was at work. He grabbed his phone and began sending Patrick text messages.

Patrick…I’m sorry…

No reply.

That was a real asinine move of me.

No reply. Sam sighed and slid under his covers before closing his eyes. His pillows smelled like Patrick…well…crap.

What had he done?

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Sophie sat with her head in her hands, Blake nowhere to be found.

“What happened?” Sam asked as he finally emerged out of his room.

Pasta stuck to the walls, broken glass around them. The table cloth was askew and her hair was a bit of a mess.

(Blake…he said he loved me and I was all just, ‘okay.’ He wasn’t alright with that…he asked if I loved him too. I apologized and that told him enough. He threw the plate…and then the glasses. And he messed with the table cloth before grabbing me by the throat. He left…muttering an apology and saying how he understands. He left without his stuff twenty minutes ago. He should be back soon…)

Sam wrapped his arms around her and just held his crying sister. Why couldn’t things be normal for her?

Why?

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It was raining, pouring hard. Blake still hadn’t come home and things at school weren’t going well.