Vince didn't know if Sam was gonna leave or stay after the massacre that stole the lives of many
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Vince Schneider had leaned up against his car, watching as Sam Carpenter had started to put things in the trunk of her car that once belonged to her boyfriend, Richie Kirsch. The man she killed. The man she used to love.
"So, you leaving again?"
Sam stared at Vince over all the boxes.
She placed the boxes in the trunk and shuts it. "yeah, that's the plan..."
Vince waved a hand and leaned his elbows on Sam's car. "Do you think you'll ever come back?"
"I don't think anyone would want me here," corrected Sam, tilting her head at Vince as she still sorta found him suspicious since he was seemly arrested when all the murders happened and Tara always thought he was a strange fella because he's dated her friend, Liv McKenzie.
"What if I did?"
"I'm not your type, Schneider." Sam said, pushing past him to go grab more boxes of Tara's things.
Vince rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and what makes you say that?"
Sam's concentration on the boxes was the only thing that kept her from snapping. She'd gotten real tired of him pretty fast. "If what Prescott said is true, we're fucked. Watch your back, Schneider."
"Oh yeah? Why?"
Sam minded the boxes and checked to see the whereabouts on Tara. "You went out with a minor, that's your type."
Vince drummed a beat on the hood of Sam's car. "That was the summer, for a hot minute and then she broke up with me."
"I think I remember a time or two where Tara would tell me how you were." She tapped his chest hard with her black nails, pondering on what came next with her thought.
"Sam—."
"What the fuck do you want Vince?" Sam asked exhaustedly, placing a box in the backseat before looking back at Vince with frustration.
"Point being, maybe you should stick around and we could hang around—like old times?"
Sam scoffed, eyes narrowing at Vince.
"Oh, and do what? Drink ourselves to death!? Be stuck here and be known as the modern Billy and Stu? I'm not going to throw my life away because nobody likes me Vince, I'm not like you. I have a purpose in life and you don't."
Vince's whole demeanor changed. His dark blue eyes narrowed at Sam, crossing his arms as his whole body stiffened.
Tara looked at Vince she too was surprised that he was even alive. "Vince... can i borrow my sister.."
"Yeah, I was just leaving actually." Vince said angrily, his voice cold with daggers
Tara narrowed her eyes at Vince and her sister as she watched Vince angrily walk over towards his car and drove away from where he'd been.
And that was the last time they'd see one another.
He knows he shouldn't call her, but he's falling to pieces inside. He tries to hide it well, but everyone could tell in his eyes he's falling to pieces.
It's been 4 sleepless nights now in New York for Vince, still he hasn't called her, yet he's letting her and others dance with his greatest disguise.
Back and forth his emotions would push and pull. As he gets lost in what he should do.
Again, he knew he shouldn't call her.
With trembling fingers he reached for the phone contemplating, always contemplating until he puts the telephone down.
Staring into the phone, staring right into it. Looking for the ending before the beginning. He just needed a reason.
Vince numbly stared at the phone, again it's light and he knows he shouldn't call her.
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