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Love? (s.w)

"Can we talk?" Lately Sam had been distant and you wanted to know what was up.
"Sure y/n." Sammy said.
He usually didn't call you by your first name, usually babygirl or babe.
"What's going on? You're distant. Did I do something?" You looked into his eyes.
"No you did nothing. It was me. It's been me. I should tell you now before I hurt you, if that's even possible. I've hurt you enough already."
"What? Sammy babe you've never done anything wrong." You were nervous now.
"Y/n I'm sorry. These past few months were nothing but lies. I guess I never really loved you." Sammy confessed.
Your breath hitched. It felt like the world was going to collapse. Tears began steaming down your face and you opened your mouth to say something. But you couldn't.
"Please say something." Sammy's eyes were watering.
"Why?" Your voice cracked but that's all you could really say.
"Look at first I did. Trust me. Then I realized I didn't, I loved the thought of having you. I cousins leave you because I couldn't stand seeing you with someone else." He spilled.
"Bullshit. You're a selfish asshole! You used me for your needs! Sam you can only think of yourself, you're so careless! You don't care who you hurt in the process!" You were angry but most of all hurt.
"Y/n.-"
"What?! You're gonna tell me that in the end you didn't tell me so you wouldn't hurt me?! But you know what, leave. Get your shut and get the fuck away from me! And I can't wait for the fucking day you crawl back and beg for me. I really can't wait." You pushed him away and locked yourself in the guest room.
The rest of the night you couldn't bring yourself to leave the room. Sam had left a couple hours ago and it hurt to think about him. To think about the things you did for him and that you did love him. And that wasn't going to change no matter how much you hated him.