Your POV
You call Sam Sunday night to see when his plan gets in. "Hey." He says and that's it.
"What does your plane come in?" You ask excited to see him.
"It did already." He takes a deep breath in and you can tell he's a not ok.
"Babe, what's wrong?" You ask being worried of course.
"Nothing I just have a headache. I'm going to stay at Van's for a little bit then I'll be home. "
"Ok." Click. He hangs up without a goodbye.
You start to clean the house because thats what you do when your nervous or worried, weirdly. You decide to make some cupcakes to get your mind away from Sam. You have no idea what's bothering him and it's bothering you. You hear the garage open and sit at the kitchen island and play with a cupcake wrapper nervously.
Sam comes in and takes the stool next to you and sighs. "Remember how.." His eyes water up a little. "Remember how we promised to always be honest with each other?"
You nervously bite your lip. "Yes." You stare him in the eyes and then he shuts them sadly.
"Well I'm so so sorry. I don't want to break that promise and I hope you can forgive me." You start to cry hoping he isn't going to say what you think he is. "I know it's no excuse but I got drunk and I slept with.." You can't help but slap him across the face.
"Have a good life." You tell at him slamming your promise ring on the counter. You go upstairs and grab as much as you can as fast as you can then slam the door on your way out.
Sam doesn't try to stop you just stays put on the stool. Once you make it to the car you can't help but sob hard and loudly.
