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Country kids ass

Sam pov:

Purser's body started to shake and I could see his knees buckle. "Sam-" I let out a laugh. "Don't be so impatient Purser, you'll get it." He blurted out again, only louder this time, "SAM!" I let go of him and he turned to face me. There was blood smeared across his thighs and around his ass. I could see every spot I'd touched. "WHAT THE HELL! YOU FUCKING KILLED MY BEST FRIEND SAM!" I looked at him blankly. Upon seeing the hatred in his eyes, my face melted into a look of care and understanding. "Purser, don't worry. It's all going to be okay." His face contorted as he screamed. "NO IT FUCKING ISN'T. IT'S NOT OKAY. NOTHING IS FUCKING OKAY SAM!" I looked at his quivering lip and the burning anger that showed all over his face. "Leave then. If you're so upset just fucking go home. Quit fucking acting like it was my fault. YOU'RE THE ONE THAT STABBED THE BITCH ANYWAYS DUMBASS, DON'T FUCKING TRY TO BLAME IT ON ME!" I screamed so loud my throat hurt. His eyes grew large and he seemed to stumble over his own breath. I watched as he started to cry and smiled elatedly. What a fucking dumbass.

Beckett pov:

As soon as I turned around I ran. Out the door of the small room and up a flight of stairs. Where the fuck was I. I turned back at the top of the stairs to see Sam grinning delightedly at me, just outside of the tight room. My heart was pounding and I could hardly breathe. The building I was in looked like a house, but it wasn't one I'd ever seen before. I continued running and heard a shout from downstairs. I could hear the smirk in his yell. "Purser, exit's up two flights, second door on your left. See you at school! I really hope you enjoyed your little surprise, bitch!" A giggle rose up through the building. I continued up the way he told me. Could I really trust him? It didn't matter, I needed to get out as soon as possible. I eventually found the door he'd told me to leave through, and opened it, praying it was the exit. As it swung open, it unveiled a regular neighborhood and a regular street in front of the house. I ran out the door and slammed it behind me. The neighborhood felt familiar as I ran through the road lined with houses. A sense of nostalgia rushed through me. It was the neighborhood of the ward piano teacher. I had attended lessons from her when I was about 9. Luckily I remembered the houses enough to know the way to her house. I spotted the bright blue front door and started for it as fast as I could. I raced up the front steps and pounded on the door. As I was greeted by her warm and inviting smile she spoke. "Oh hello Beckett! You haven't come by here in years ever since our ward boundaries were changed. What brings you by?" My mind raced thinking of excuses to say. "Um can I use your phone? Mine died" I tried to smile but all I could think about was Brinlie's dead body and how it felt pushing a knife into her.

Sam pov:

FUCK. He really left. Does he not appreciate what I would do for him? There were others but I'd never loved them like I loved him, hell I even kidnapped a cunt for him. Maybe him running out was worth it. The fear in his eyes made me want to fuck his brains out. I want to see him cry again. I moved Brinlie's limp body from the room to the backyard. I had a large hole prepared and the smell of fresh earth filled my lungs as I stood above it. I dragged her body next to it and nudged her in with my foot as she landed with a thud. I covered her up, ready to make sure no one would ever fucking see her again. I felt my heart race as I thought of the face Purser made when he killed her. How fucking hot could he be? My mind wondered as I finished the job. I waved at the neighbors knowing exactly where he was. That old hag had taught me a couple years back. Fuck me in the asshole! Was Purser using their phone? I need to hurry this shit up. I filled the hole the rest of the way up, packing in the dirt with the back of my shovel, and sat down in the lawn chair. If the cops come I'll say it's a new garden plot. Mom loves her tomatoes.

Beckett pov:

I ran to the phone but stopped. I killed her. I cant say anything without hurting myself in the process. I groaned feeling stressed. "You okay bud?" I heard a familiar voice. "Y-yeah um just scared," I responded without turning around. "People don't just show up to others houses with cuts and bruises all over them. You sure you're alright?" He spoke gently but plainly. I turned to see his face knowing I'd been caught, tears briskly started falling down my cheeks. "I-I don't know-" He cut me off with a hug. "Hey don't force it. Here you want some water?" He said while swinging the pantry door open. "Oh it's Keamyn by the way."

He lead me into the kitchen as tears continued to silently slide down my face. I could feel them slip down my neck, leaving it feeling hot and itchy. I found a seat on a round stool as he put a clear glass up to the faucet. He handed me the glass now freshly filled with water and I brought it to my lips, slowly feeling its coolness wash away the lump in my throat. I took a deep breath and asked Keamyn to sit down.

Sam Pov:

How long is it going to take for him to come back? He cant blame me because hes the one who stabbed her first. Is this what they call a lovers quarrel? I've been patient long enough. I jumped up from the chair and peaked through the window of that old hag of a woman. I didn't see anything at first which helped me to calm down a bit. Maybe he was just paying visits, it's courtesy to say hi to other ward members. I was about to turn away when I saw that mother fucker who cant keep his dick in his pants move to sit next to him. Does he not know the lines I would cross for him? That asshole cant even pass a class let alone get a job. I'm all that Purser needs. He doesn't need someone like Keamyn. Plus my dick is way bigger.

Beckett Pov:

"Don'tcha worry bud, you're safe here. I dunno what happened to you but I reckon it'll pass." Keamyn smiled at me gently then patted me on the back. I felt my cheeks grow warm at the sincerity of his words. Were all men like this? Maybe Texas boys were different.

Sam Pov:

That mother fucker. How dare he fucking get Purser blushing. What the hell. That was my job. ONLY MINE. I picked up a rock and felt my gut wrench in anger. No, throwing it through the window would be to noticeable. i needed to get that country wanna be alone. Im the only one good enough for purser and no one is going to change that. I dropped the rock and sighed. God damn i really wanna bash his head in. Purser smiled and said something I was unable to make out probably due to me being in my yard hunched over the fence.

Beckett pov:
"I should really get going, thanks for everything," I said, shooting a smile at Keamyn. "Hey, it's all good. 'Round here we really don't mind. You're always welcome." We made our way to the door and he peaked through the blinds of the front window. "Y'know Beckett, it's getting late and it's pretty dark out there, I could give you a ride if you'd like?" He turned to look at me. "O-oh, uhm if it's not too much of a hassle-" "Don't worry about it Beckett." He made his way back into the kitchen and opened a door leading to the garage. "Don't worry, I'm a good driver." He smiled as he swung open the car door and plopped into the driver's seat.

I directed Keamyn to my house and as we pulled into my driveway and I felt myself finally relax. I was back home and away from Sam. "Welp, looks like we're here Beckett," he said as the car came to a complete stop. "Thanks again Keamyn. I really appreciate it." I stepped out of the car, but stopped before closing the door. "Oh, and you can just call me Beck."

Sam pov:

My eyes followed the car, trailing purser's face as it grew farther away. They left me there like a dog tied to a rope. I felt overwhelmed with emotions. Did he really not feel the same way as me? I felt a sudden rush of anxiety, was he forgetting about me and the things we had done together. I needed to get rid of that ugly wanna be and fast.