Lost Love

Chapter 36

Sammy's POV

When I heard them leave, I went out to the lounge room in my pyjamas. I walked past the couch and didn't even notice the clothes on the back of it, until I remembered where I'd seen them before, and I froze, my whole body going numb. Without looking at them, I rushed down the hall, and sure enough, the door was opened a crack. I stood there, unable to move, and crumpled to the ground in tears. Tears of hurt and betrayal.

When I calmed down, I left the door how it was and went to my room, grabbing a duffle out from my closet and packed it with some pyjamas, underwear, bras, and some clothes for a few days. I threw some shoes in too and took it out to the lounge room, not touching the clothes, and sat on the couch again. I got my phone and did something I really shouldn't of, especially at this time.

'Hey Georgia. I'm going to take till Saturday off if that's okay. Want to recover fully and not infect any models :D I'll see you Saturday at the office. If you need anything, give me a call. --Sammy'

I hit send and waited on the edge of the couch anxiously.

When I heard the front door open and shut an hour later, I stood up and crossed my arms, facing the entrance when he walked in. No one was with him this time, thankfully.

"Oh, hey. What's wrong?" he frowned. I pursed my lips, trying not to cry or scream at him. Just when I thought it was going back to normal. I thought to myself and shook my head. I placed my phone on the couch next to my bag and stepped forward to reach the clothes, but didn't touch them.

"Where did these come from?" I ask, surprisingly calm.

"Dana got them to wear earlier while her clothes dried from-"

"Dana? Dana?!" I asked, angry. He nodded, confused.

"I didn't think you'd mind people touching your clothes" he said. I scoffed.

"Fletcher, I don't care if some stranger wears my clothes, if it's in this house. Like, whatever" I say. He looked even more confused. I didn't even find it cute like usual. "What I care about, is some stranger coming into my home, and helping herself to things that shouldn't be touched!" I yelled at him.

"God Sammy, calm down. If it's that big of a deal, I'll wash them for you" he said and picked them up and began to walk away.

"NO!" I screamed, eyes wide and teary. He spun around, still frowning. "Don't touch them! Don't wash them! Just don't!" I screamed, a few tears slipping out.

"Sammy, what's the matter?" he asked softly. "You just said you didn't care, then completely contradicted yourself" he said.

"Fucking hell, Fletcher. You're so clueless!" I yell. "You've got no idea who those clothes belong to, do you?" he shook his head, and I growled. "Why would I care about a stranger wearing someone's clothes that aren't mine? Think about it" he just looked at me, not catching on. He always was a bit daft. "Jesus Christ, Fletcher! Those are Kenzie's clothes! She helped herself to her closet! She went in her room! That room has been untouched since she died, and I intended on keeping it that way until your little tramp came in and ruined it!" I screamed, tears flowing. Hurt flashed through his eyes, along with horror, guilt, but it was all replaced by anger and fury.

"Don't you start the whole tramp thing with me Sammy. I haven't once bought a girl home to hook up with since I moved in here. You're the one slutting it up all the time. Fair enough, one guy since I moved in, but rumour has it Sammy, that you've become known for your one-night stands" he yelled back. "I didn't know it was Kenzie's room she went into. I just said the room on the right, okay?! It's not like I purposely sent her in there!" he shouted, putting the clothes on the couch.

"Shut up Fletcher! Just shut up!" I screamed. So, this is the part where all my feelings build up and I explode... how fun. "I don't care how many guys I've slept with! I did it safely and to get my mind off one person, and to get over him" I yelled. "I'm sorry that the only escape I've had in the city was alcohol and boys. Whenever I felt alone, which was a lot, by the way, all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry! I wanted to cry to you because I know you wouldn't judge. You'd just listen to me cry and look after me!" tears spilled down my face. "I'm sorry I was 'slutting it up' okay?! It's not like I got any diseases! I did it to forget about you Fletcher! Not once did you call, or visit. Not even the guys! Not in five years have you been here, and the only time you did a while ago was on business, for a day! A freaking day, Fletcher. And you couldn't even come and see your best friends. I don't care if you didn't see me. But do you know how hurt Kenzie and Gracie were when we heard you were in town but didn't see them? Gracie understood; she was at college all day. But Kenzie was here, right here, four blocks away, and you couldn't even grow a pair to say hi. She was so hurt, you know" I spat out at him. He looked guilty when I mentioned Kenzie. Saying her name made me cry even more, but I honestly didn't care. He stood, speechless. I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

I picked up my bag and phone and walked around him to the front door. I turned back before I left. "I hope you feel guilty as hell, Fletcher. For not visiting her. You didn't deserve to come to the funeral. When was the last time you spoke to her anyway? Graduation day? Wait, you didn't show up to that. Must've been before you ditched" I growled. His back was to me, but I saw his fists clench.

Fletcher's POV

"She was always in denial. Saying shit like, 'he'll call soon, it's fine' and 'he's busy living his life. He doesn't have time to call me'. She was too nice, and she loved you most, you know. She looked up to you. And you disappointed her" she growled at me. I shook my head, and heard the front door slam shut. I stood for a minute more, then collapsed onto the ground, crying hysterically.

I haven't cried like this before. Never. As my body shook with sobs, I got my car keys and left, driving straight to the cemetery.

"Hi Kenz... It's me, Fletcher... So, me and Sammy just had the biggest argument ever" I said as I sat on her grave, facing the tombstone. "I'm sorry I never called you... I always wanted to, but when I built up enough courage, I got scared..." I looked down as the rain started falling. "I'm so, so sorry, Kenzie" I started sobbing, and the rain washed away the tears that didn't stop spilling from my eyes.