Mistreated A Sam Wilkinson FanFic

Chapter 44: Broken Promises

       Riley's Pov

It was a quiet ride back to the house. Both Sam and me silent. Not saying a single word. To me it felt like there was tension between us.

Why wouldn't there be. The biggest rule Sam made before he left was me to not go after Austin and Max. Now I broke that and almost ended up in jail.

Wish Sam would understand why I did it. But I'm 100% sure that he won't believe anything that I say. He'll deny it all.

When Sam pulled into our driveway, he parked the car and turned it off. Then he got out, going up to the front door. I had stayed in my seat for a minute. Silence surrounding me. My eyes watched him the whole time. He's mad.

I sighed and shook my head getting out of the car. Closing the door behind me. It was a slight chill in the air that caused me to shiver and shove my hands in the pockets of my leather jacket. I walked up to the front door at a slow pace. Delaying the conversation me and Sam were going to have.

Sam was in the kitchen now. He definitely didn't seem very happy. He leaned up against the counter right in front of the sink. I made my way into the kitchen. Catching his attention as I stood on the other side of the island counter.

We stared at each other for a few seconds. Not saying a word. I wasn't sure what to say to him. But one thing I was sure of was he was mad.

"What the hell were you thinking?" He asked. I looked away from him. "Do you know what could have happened? You could have been hurt. Or you could have actually been arrested. So many things could have happened to you Riley."

"Ya but at least none of that happened."

"Riley it could have. You can't just predict things will always go the way you want it to. Do you realize how scared all of us were? Did you even think about us? Or did you only think about yourself?"

"Really? You think I did this just for me? I did this for all of us you asshole. They're in jail now because of me. They won't ever bother us again. We can finally be free and not have to worry about them coming after us."

"We thought you were kidnapped Riley. We thought something bad happened to you. I didn't think I'd ever see you again."

"Well I'm here now. Alive and alright. So why can't you just be happy about that and forget about all this." I said and stormed out of the kitchen.

Sam called my name. I didn't listen to him. I kept walking. After a couple seconds a hand grabbed at my wrist. I turned quickly and pushed Sam off of me. Backing away from him.

It's been awhile since I was mad at Sam. But this by far has been the maddest I've been towards him. Never thought he'd give me a reason to be this mad before.

"I've been trying so hard to fight for these people to leave me alone. I've wanted to be free from them ever since I started working for them. That's part of the reason why I moved. If that meant risking myself to attempt at ending this, then I'd do it. Which I did."

"Why didn't you tell Jack Riley? You scared us all half to death. Gilinsky freaked out. Nate flipped and almost killed G. My mind was thinking of the worst."

"You think me telling Jack would have helped my plan? If I told him he wouldn't have let me leave. I wouldn't have done anything then they'd still be out there. Planning their next move on what to do with me or worse you guys."

Sam bit down on this inside of his cheek and looked away. Shaking his head as well.

"I'm done talking about this." He told me.

"So what you're just going to walk away from this?" I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

"That is what I said isn't it?" He snickered and made his way towards the front door.

"Sam where are you going?" I asked, my voice somewhat calmer now.

"Out." Was all he said before leaving the house. Slamming the door behind him

The slam caused me to stop in my tracks. My eyes couldn't stop staring at the door. Hoping he'd come back in. I stood there for 2 minutes. Not doing anything. Then, I started pacing. What if Sam doesn't come back?

I made my way, pacing all throughout the house. All except for my bedroom, and Nate's obviously. I went in and out of the kitchen and dining room. Out of the hallway and living room. Up the stairs, into my office filming room, out of that and back down the stairs again.

Walking usually calmed me down. But right now it wasn't working. Anxiety was taking over me along with panic. Every time I've had some sort of anxiety or panic attack Sam was here to comfort me. But no. He's not here. And right now... he's the cause of this.

The idea of him walking out on me like that frightens me. And what he's doing right now worries me. I want him here. Why did we have to fight with each other? Why'd I have to keep fighting back?

Wait... I'm not the victim here. I did a good thing. We're finally able to be free of worries from Austin and Max. They're in jail. For who knows how long. But everything is over.

Finally.

After however long I've been pacing, I decided to stop and just sit down on the couch. I stared off into pace. My phone sat on the table. It started to ring. The contact reading Nate. Not Sam like I hoped it would have.

I didn't answer, instead just stared down at it. It's bright screen lighting up, it's ringtone playing, ringing through my ears.

Sam... I want you back home.

It's like the hours were passing by.

I'd rather me and him still be fighting here inside than him, mad and upset out there doing god knows what. He's never done something like this. So why is he doing this now?

All I want is for Sam to be back here. I'd tell him I'm sorry. I'd assure him that I'm here and that I'm not going anywhere. I love him to death. And would never leave him.

Eventually, I laid down on the couch. The tiredness in me built up. It became too much and took over me. My eyelids became heavy. Soon covering my eyes. LEaving nothing but blackness in front of me.

Hopefully when I wake up, all I'll see is Sam. And be able to hug him. Be able to hug him tightly and never let him go.