WHO KILLED VICTORIA? | Complete

Chapter Twenty Six | Mistrustful

3 Months Until Victoria's Death...

"Samuel," Victoria's voice wakes him up from whatever dream he was having. "Who's Salem?" Samuel gets up and stares blankly at Victoria, rendering that he is back to the world of the living and not dreaming anymore. It had been a long time since he thought or heard of the name Salem, but god did it feel nice to reminisce. "He is. . ." Samuel takes his time to think as he gets up from the couch, "An old friend." He fixes the sheet that lays on the couch, "Where have you been?"

"At Damians." Victoria answers casually. As if the answer won't trigger Samuel completely. Victoria hoped that he was high enough to let it go as she saw a half smoked joint lay on the ashtray before she woke him up, but sadly she was very mistaken. "So," Samuel says in his high pitched tone. Victoria always hated when he used that tone with her because more than once did that tone lead to one of them spending the night on the couch, and she actually missed him today. "No so, Samuel." Victoria interrupts whatever it is he had to say, leaving his jaw half open. "Nothing happened, I simply went there to check what it was that you couldn't tell me. Don't you trust me?" Victoria's attempt at playing the victim card and calling for a truce was shut down immediately by Samuel's irritating giggle, "So," He continued where he left off, "Why didn't you just ask me for my stash rather than take it without asking?" Victoria's face grew baffled, she didn't believe that his first topic at hand was going to be his stash. 

God, are all men like this? She was annoyed by the fact he wasn't more protective over this scenario. Her entire way back to the house she pictured them arguing back and forth about how wrong it is to go and talk to the enemy behind his back. She expected a sense of worry, fear of losing her or something happening, but all he could think about was his stupid buzz. "Because," Victoria swallowed her thoughts and let her anger go, "I thought you would be mad at me."

"So me telling you let's smoke together for the past two weeks made you believe I would be mad at you?" Samuel smiles, the smile that usually melts Victoria, but all it did now was make her freeze. "You know what?" Victoria couldn't handle keeping it to herself anymore, she took the blanket off of him and walked to the door, "I wanted you to be mad, furious as to why I would go and see Damian behind your back, but if I am nothing more than sex to you. You might as well tell me."

 Samuel tried to hold back his laugh, but noticed Victoria's eyebrows narrow down to a cry for help. He jumped off the couch and followed her to the kitchen, "Victoria," He grabbed her arm and turned her towards him in a second. "I am furious, but you tried to change the topic so, I just moved with the flow." He brought her closer to him and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Do you want to tell me why you decided going behind my back is better than just asking?" He says, "I mean, I understand I was in shock at the moment but all you had to do was wait till I wake up calmly and gather my thoughts. You're the only person I would want to share these things with, love." Victoria couldn't help but feel a sting of guilt in her heart. A part of her wished the topic had stayed about his stash while she hated all men in her thoughts, but now it is serious and she genuinely hurt his feelings.

 She took a deep breath and reflected back on what he said. Tried grasping what it was that drove her to go to Damians rather than simply wait for Samuel to wake up and tell her. "I do trust you," She cried, "But sometimes I worry what Damian had promised you is too good to refuse." She saw the pain drawn across his face the moment the words departed her lips. Samuel was taken aback, disappointed with how little Victoria saw him to be. "You think I can be bought?" His voice didn't have sadness, nor did it have a sense of disappointment anymore, it was simply filled with one feeling, a feeling that was recurring in Samuel's life, a feeling he thought he could finally let go of now that he found the love of his life, betrayal. "I'm sorry Samuel," Victoria closes her arms around his waist, "I don't think of you this way I just—"

"Would you?" Samuel interrupts, "Sell me for money?" Victoria noticed how bad this was getting when he worded it like that, sell me for money, she believed that Samuel was hers for eternity, but she couldn't help but keep her walls up, "No," She looked down at the floor in embarassment, "I just, Isabella sold me out for him. I just worried whatever he told you would be the same."

"He asked me to kill you, Victoria!" Samuel's voice sent Victoria jumping from the ground, "He said if I don't kill you I will join you in your death, and I said okay." He found his balance on the dining table in the kitchen, leaning his body onto it so he doesn't get consumed by anger, "I don't care about his money Victoria," He turned to look at her, his tears coming to light when his eyes met with hers, "I just care about you." He gave her one last look before he departed, "Samuel–" She tried, but her voice was nothing more than an echo as he shut the front door behind him, leaving Victoria to suffer alone in silence. He never asked what did truly happen when she went to Damian's, and Victoria didn't know if this was a sign of trust or carelessness, but all she knows now for sure. Is that she hurt him, and didn't know when would be the next time he steps through these doors.