Take It Out On Me

Chapter 3

                                                                                  Lilah's pov

I walked in the door and as I did, I could smell the delicious smell of my favorite soup. 

"I'm home." I call out.

"Hey, I made your favorite soup for dinner." Samson says as I walk into the kitchen. My favorite soup is from my favorite place to eat Chinese, We're lucky to get the recipe, yet again we are the number one customer.  

"Thank you, that was sweet of you." I say as I sit to take off my Converse. 

"I was a jerk last night, I felt bad, and it is cold out. Also, I'm sorry." He says as he hands me a vase of daisies. 

"Thank you Sammy." I say taking it from him and placing it in the center of the table. I then took my sneakers to the rug by the door. I walked back and he had a bowl in my spot. 

I smile as he kisses my head. 

"After dinner, I rented us a movie, and I'm running you a jacuzzi bath." He says. 

"Thank you. That's really sweet of you." I say. 

"Just saying I'm sorry for being such a jerk and making you leave." He says. 

"You've been getting very angry lately. Why?" I ask. 

I then watch as his expression changes and he makes a fist with his hand. 

"I'm not angry Delilah. Just a tad stressed." He says in a slight angry tone. 

"Sammy, your getting angry now. We should talk about this." I say soft. 

"There isn't a damn thing to talk about!" He says throwing his bowl into the kitchen. 

I took a breath, got up, walked to the bedroom and grabbed a duffle bag. 

"Where are you going?!" He yells down the hallway.

"To my uncle's. I'm not gonna be around you like this Samson." I say as I quickly pack. 

I walked out of the room with him yelling at me as I slipped into my sneakers, and going out the door. I got into my truck and drove to Dave.