The beginning of the end//pottorff(Sequel)

Chapter 9- I believe you.

"Kayla" I hear again.

"Please don't be Sam, please don't be Sam, please don't be Sam" my mind replaying over and over.

As if he could here me he said, " I know you know it's me". Why would he come here. He cheated. But I guess I haven't said it's over so maybe it's not.

"What? Here to rub dirt into the wound?" I sigh, looking up at his stained eyes of a faint red. He's bed crying.

"Of course I'm not Kayla" he walks closer.

"I'm here to tell you the truth" what's he talking about, "the truth"? I know the truth.

"Well-well" he stuttered. "Kate is my ex, we'll not just my ex. She was my first girlfriend. I thought she was the love of my life and then she was sent to live with her father in London. Before fait brought me to you, my heart was broken because of her. She came here because her father has recently died and her mother is in rehab. I only heard from her the morning of your birthday. I'm so sorry I have been acting like a totally ass the last couple of months. It's because I know I'm happier with you but now she's bad she won't leave me alone. And sometimes is makes me angry" he tells me.

"Have you done anything with her Sam" I ask.

"Yeah we have gone out for a burger or two-"

"You know what I mean" I warn him.

"She kissed me, last night. That's why I was so angry this morning" he tells me.

"That doesn't explain why she was at our apartment and answered the phone" I tell him.

" I told her I'd get it and then she told me it was just her mum" Sam tells me.

"That was only until I could hear your voice" he tells me.

"Okay" I say too him.

"Okay what?" He asks.

"I believe you" I tell him.

"I'm glad you do" he says and walks closer. Now only a step away from me.

"Sam?" I say quietly

"Yes beautiful" he replies grazing his hand across my cheek and tugging a piece of stray hair behind my ear even though my hair was out. My loose curls fall down my back in perfect ringlets despite having not have brushed it today.

I am engulfed with his sent has he wrapped his arms around my body. In one swift motion he picked me up and moved me to my bed.

"I love you Kayla" he breathed into a kiss on my cheek before placing one on the crevice of my clavicle , then one, slow kiss on the lips. Deepening as time progressed, I thought to myself.

How could such a day be so bipolar and I still some how end up happy?

My subconscious mind answered that question for me.