Scars

five

As Sam walked into the living room, he launched his phone from one end of the room to the other.

"What's wrong?" I question with sincere concern.
"Don't fucking talk to me!" He growls back.
"Okay...?" I reply with a questioning tone throughout my voice.
"I SAID DON'T FUCKING TALK TO ME! DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?!" He spits into my face, making me flinch in the process.

Yet another thing to add to the mentally kept list of 'things that confuse me about Sam'. When I ask "what's wrong?" or "how was your day?" all he does is get angry and throw it back in my face but if I don't ask or show my sympathy for how bad his day has been, he is still angry at me. I'm fighting a losing battle with Sam.

Walking back into the living room doesn't seem a good idea so I decide to retreat to the bedroom to be as far away from him as possible.

My mind is full of potential reasons of why Sam has come home in a bad mood...one of them thoughts being 'is it just him being himself?', probably.

Mid-thought, my name gets screamed from downstairs.

"Alexa, come here!" Sam shouted up the stairs with, not as much as before, but a lot of anger. Also, what happened to "DON'T FUCKING TALK TO ME?!"

I immediately spin around on my heels to return back downstairs, rolling my eyes on the way.

"Yes?" I ask standing in the doorway.
"Come sit down" he replies whilst patting the seat next to him on the couch, with no anger at all in his voice...Sam, do you need to see a doctor?

I creep over to where he has previously patted and take a seat, keeping my hands tucked in around my waist.

"So I called you down here because I wanted to say that I'm sorry. Sorry for lashing out on you earlier when all you were trying was ask me the simple question of 'what's wrong?'" He says facing me and placing one of his hands on my shoulder.
"Okay, apology accepted..." I reply with a false tone of acceptance in my voice, giving a slight nod also. God dammit I hate myself! Of course I don't accept that pathetic excuse for an apology but unlike other people who may be able to demand some kind of gift in return for their forgiveness, the only thing I'm guaranteed of getting without asking for is a punch, slap, kick...and the list trails on..
"So, I'd like to say sorry in a more lavishing way by taking you out to dinner tonight. Reservations for 2 at Bella's, 8 o'clock sharp." He winks at me and pecks my cheek.

I hear the front door shut implying that Sam had gone out again, where to I do not know.

I sit there dumbfounded by Sam's affection. Did he just offer to be seen out in public with me? That's hasn't happened in as long as I can remember.

It's 4:30 now so I have plenty of time to get ready. Knowing full well that Bella's is a fancy, luscious Italian restaurant, I knew that I should wear something a little more ravishing than what my normal attire would be.

After hours of looking in my closet, trying to find the perfect outfit, I finally pick out a red floor length dress which has a slight train and the straps fall off of the shoulders. Knowing what dress I was going to be wearing made choosing the shoes ever so easy. Straight away I pick out my Christian Louboutin black open-toe high heels, keeping the red theme.

Having had a shower earlier that day, I decide that I can get away without having another...nothing a little deodorant and perfume can't hide. Make-up, never been too fond of the stuff but I do wear it when I feel the need to. Wanting to keep it simple, I just do a very light shade of gold eyeshadow with glitter over the whole eyelid before doing a winged effect with eyeliner and finishing it off with good old mascara.

Next, hair. My mid-back length ombré hair is naturally wavy so I quickly heat up my curlers just to add a little 'oomph' to my hair. Thus only taking me 30 minutes, I see that I only have 25 minutes until its 8 o'clock and Sam still hasn't returned home.

After putting on underwear, I step into the floor length gown, I start to get butterflies in my stomach. I haven't been out for dinner with Sam in what seems like eternity.

Walking over to my vanity, I slip on my heels and spray a little perfume and voila, I'm ready!

But where's Sam?

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A/N - sorry that it has taken a little while to update its just I was stuck on what to write because I have already planned out what is to happen a little later on in the story so I needed to make sure it linked in and I was unsure of how to.

Also if there is ever an outfit as the side picture, that is some how incorporated into the story so its not just there for the sake of it😅

Question of the chapter - favourite food/restaurant? Mine is mash potato😻

I'm going to start doing likes for chapters just so I know you guys like it, so 10+ votes for the next chapter😊

~Chels✨