affair II ; jack gilinsky

twenty-eight

savannah's pov

"you have to get out of bed sooner or later" i heard max tell me as i hibernated underneath my duvet like i have been for the past week.

the aftermath of the trial has affected more than i thought it would. jack being in prison has just made me realise how messed up and damaged things have become, that all i can do is just stay in bed and block out everything, and everyone.

i soon heard the doorbell ring and felt max's weight remove from sitting on the bed, assuming that he was going to answer it.

"what are you doing here?" i instantly recognised sammy's voice.

"i don't think that we've been properly introduced, i'm max".

"i know who you are"

"sam, right?" max questioned.

"sammy, actually" he replied, his voice nearing closer to my room. "i need to talk to savannah, so you're not needed anymore".

"but i just got here" max stated.

"and now i'm here" sammy retorted.

max sighed as footsteps left my room, "you won't get much out of her by the way".

"yeah well since it's me, i will" sammy said and i felt a weight on my bed once again, as i continued to bury myself in my duvet.

"hey" he began and i kept quiet, since we haven't spoken since the trial. "...i've got forgiveness cookies".

i huffed and removed the duvet off my head and saw the tub of fresh cookies in his hand. i sat up in the bed and crossed my legs, pulling the sleeves of my oversized jumper down further.

he gestured the cookies closer to me, "i haven't poisoned them, i promise".

i chuckled very vaguely and took one, taking a bite before he settled them on my bedside table.

"i thought that you and johnson would have gone back to la by now" i told him.

"at a time like this? no way" sammy answered. "...look, i'm sorry for yelling at you like that after the trial. it was uncalled for and i should have handled things better".

i shrugged my shoulders, taking another bite, "it's okay".

"it's just that, i was angry after the sentencing and it was a heat of the moment thing".

i nodded my head to show i understood as the conversation drew quieter.

"you made me realise something though" i began. "that everything, all of this is my fault – even the attack, it was because of me. max got hurt because of me, jack is in prison because of me. i've screwed everything up".

sammy furrowed his brows, "hey, that's not true".

"isn't it?" i looked up at him. "i do still love jack, you know that right? i-i don't hate him, i'm just angry at him and i hate what he did".

"i know".

i focused on my hands as i gently fiddled with them, "i just don't get how i can still be so madly in love with someone, who is capable to putting another in hospital".

"...maybe that's because deep down, you know that he didn't really do it" sammy suggested, making me stare at him again.

"what?".

he lightly scoffed, "savannah, jack didn't attack max. i know him and you know him too".

"max isn't a liar" i firmly said.