trøuble. (s.w.)

twenty-five.

i call another uber considering i didn't drive here. i give the driver directions to sams and we arrive in about 5 minutes.

here goes nothing.

while walking in, i realize an unfamiliar car. i walk in to the house and my stomach turns. "sam! sam! im home!" i say and run up the stairs.

i enter his room and there he is, on top of marie. "sam! what the fuck? with marie? really? you fucking pig." sam jumps off of her and gets dressed "get the fuck out of here," i say to marie, "and forget our little mall date tomorrow, slut." tears begin to fall and sam comes closer to me.

"baby im so sorry i--" he cuts himself off, "what the fuck is that on your neck? my mind goes blank and then i remember - fucking nate.

"charlotte, i fucking asked you something." i look down. im no better than him, if nate didn't stop when he did, i would've fucked him. i cant hold a grudge on sam.

suddenly, sam pushes me. now this i can hold a grudge. tears continue to fall and i sit on the bed.

"what the fuck sam," i sniffle and realize im acting like a child so i stand up "don't fucking touch me again."

"im so sorry, babygirl, oh my god im so fucking sorry." he sits and runs his hands through is hair, sighing. "i promise, char, i swear i will never touch you like that again. im so sorry, you mean the world to me. please forgive me."

"sam, its okay. just please don't do that again." he nods and engulfs me into a hug, kissing me everywhere. "please tell me who gave you that hickey."

"nate." he pushes me away, leaves the room, goes downstairs, gets into his car and drives away. oh god.