All because of you... [Sam Bettley fan fiction]

Chapter Thirty-Four

(Sam POV)

I winced as I heard the slam of the front door, that caused Danielle to cry also.
I looked at my ex, lying in my bed, looking confused and a little embarrased. 

"I'm really sorry..I didn't think she'd walk in on you sleeping." I said.

She shook her head, now sitting up more, covering her body with the bed cover. "It's fine. I'm guessing you never got around to telling her why I'm here."

I nodded. "Yeah, she now thinks I'm a cheating prick, because I'm actually a prick that forgot to mention it." 

She smirked. "She seems nice, from what I've seen and heard from her so far."

I chuckled. "Look, she's really lovely, but I guess it shocked her, seeing you, my ex girlfriend, lying in our bed, half naked..." 

She raised her eyebrows. "Yeah. About that. I'm sorry also, I guess I never thought your girlfriend would barge through the bedroom door like that and start screaming, thinking I was some prostitue." She grinned. "I'll get changed in a bit, once you've left, and I will get my things and go. I promise." 

I nodded and smiled. "Thanks." I then got up and headed out of the bedroom and into the baby room, nursing Danielle in my arms. 

"Oh dear." I muttered a little to myself and Danielle. "Your mummy always likes to run from problems doesn't she? Before she fully understands what is going on around her. I wish she wouldn't do that. It's silly, isn't it?" 

Four hours later..

(Hazel POV)

I had nowhere else to go, apart from back home. 
My old band had found a new drummer pretty much straight away, and they were on a tour somewhere else in America. 

I sighed, walking back up the drive, feeling like a prat for running off, yet again. 
I don't know why I do that, it's a terrible habbit. Once something bad happens, or something not so bad. I start to presume things, it drives me insane, and I feel like I have to run away to get anything done. But from past experiences, I just know it makes it worse. 

I unlocked the door and stepped inside, everything seemed normal. That's when Sam appeared from the living room, frowning at me. 

"So.." He said. "Are you ready to talk about it like adults?" 

I sighed and nodded. "Yeah. I just want to know why your ex was in our bedroom, half naked."

I crossed my arms, feeling like a twat, because I guess I already knew that Sam loved me too much to cheat on me. 

"She knocked on the door frantically last night at around eleven. So I let her in, she then told me that she was being chased from a club down the street by some guy, threatening to rape and kill her. She said this was the closest and only place she knew to come to, where she'd be safe. I let her sleep in our bed, and I slept down here on the sofa. I forgot to mention it on the way home earlier. But it was a little too late when you went into the room, and then ran." Sam said.

I sighed, sitting on the floor and closing my eyes, feeling a tear fall down my cheek. "I'm sorry Sam. Yet again, for being such an idiot. I don't understand, I just seem to get scared and run from things, instead of dealing with them head on." 

Sam sat in front of me, looking into my eyes, taking my hands and smiling a little. "I love you. I don't care how many times you run from things. I'll always be here to catch you when you fall." 

That's when I brokedown into tears, Sam and myself sat in the living room for the rest of the evening, whilst Sam cradled me.