Addicted to Heartache

Chapter 3 Part 3: Aftermath

I stared at the ceiling trying to breath as quietly as possible. I didn't want to wake up Sam. I twisted his hair in my fingertips as he slept peacefully, his head resting on my stomach. I looked down in the floor by the couch, but couldn't find my pants. My underwear, which were carelessly flung in the heat of the moment, were halfway across the room. I reached behind my head and grabbed a blanket, carefully covering myself and Sam. He scooted up so that his head now laid on my chest. I stroked his hair and kissed his forehead. I couldn't fall asleep. I was exhausted but my mind was racing with thoughts I couldn't comprehend. What had I just done? If Lucas found out Sam and I would both be dead for sure. Speak of the devil, I thought as I saw my phone ringin and none other than Lucas calling. Sam sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Damn how long was I sleep?" I shrugged and grabbed my phone.
"Hello?"
"Yeah, where are you?"
"Why?"
Lucas seemed agitated.
"Just answer the question. I checked, all of your friends are at school. Are you with Sam right now? Cause you know we haven't broken up yet and I'll beat the shit out of him if he doesn't leave you the fuck alone."
I looked over at Sam.
"Lucas, maybe we should just break up then"
I squinted my eyes and furrowed my eyebrows waiting for Lucas' explosive reaction which surprisingly wasn't as bad as I had imagined.
"Really? After all we've been through, you're going to leave now?"
I remained silent and Lucas scoffed.
"Fine. I'll see you around."
I hung up the phone not sure what to say and prayed to God I wouldn't see him around.
"Was it bad?" Sam asked eyeing me from the kitchen where he downed a glass of water.
I walked towards him. "He handled it a lot better than expected."
Sam laughed, "I meant the sex"
I wrapped my arms around Sam.
"Oh the sex was great," I smiled and leaned up to kiss him.
******
Maybe an hour or so later Sam and I made our way back to town. We stopped at the dollar store so Sam could get some bandages for his knuckles. I decided to stay in the car considering how exhausted I was and how rough I looked. While Sam was in the store I decided to catch up with the rest of the world through social media. I opened up my Twitter app and scrolled through the "what you missed" feed, but stopped when I saw Lucas' username. I clicked on the tweet.
"Once a whore, you're nothing more 🙃"
I scrolled down to look at the picture attached.
When I realized it was me, posing in the Victoria's Secret  garments I had gotten for my birthday. My face immediately began getting hot and my heart started beating out of my chest. My hands shook as I reported the tweet for harassment and went to my messages. "
--Wow Lucas. Was that really necessary? I have done nothing to you. I really loved you and I wished you had loved me, do you think I wanted to leave you? I'm just tired of dealing with your shit day after day. Do you want me telling everyone how you hit me? Or tweeting about your sex obsession and how you need it to even feel like a man? Or what about how you had to threaten me for me to even send you that picture? Go make someone else's life miserable, not mine. I'm done with you for good this time. Call me what you want--

I was busy typing away to even acknowledge Sam when he got back in. He put the bags in the backseat.
"Wow that's a long message, you okay?"
I didn't want to talk about it so I nodded my head silently.
"Yeah just take me home"
"Actually there's somewhere I wanted to go first..."