Misunderstood

Long Afternoons

Adrianna in mm

Sunday
August 27, 2016
1:20 pm

The car ride back to Sam's house was just as awkward as the first, filled with hostility and intangible tension.

When we pulled into his driveway, he made a rush to get out the car but I grabbed his wrist, preventing him from doing so.

"Sam." I said as he struggled against me.

"Sam, listen to me." I asserted, slightly shaking his small frame.

"You got three point two seconds, Trent." He warned, finally pulling away from my grip.

I sighed before taking one of his hands into mine and caressing the soft, brown skin.

"I'm not ashamed of standing up to Johnathan and trying to protect you and my dad. I just don't want people to ask questions and make a big deal of nothing." I muttered.

"If anything telling people about your other father would help out you and your dad." Samuel said sincerely.

"I don't need anyone's help. Me, my dad, and Logan don't need anybody." I seethed.

"What am I doing here then?" He scoffed.

"Sam, I didn't mean it like that." I said apologetically.

"Whatever." He shrugged before again attempting to leave the car.

I pulled his hand roughly, forcing him back into the car.

"No. I'm not going to allow you to keep walking away from me." I said sternly.

"What's the point when you won't listen to me?" He snarled, snatching his hand away from me.

"The point is that our relationship isn't going to get any better if you don't talk to me, Sam." I emphasized.

"Why does it matter?" He grumbled.

His attitude was pissing me off.

He was acting like he didn't care, like I didn't care about him.

He was acting like he didn't love me, like I didn't love him.

It was almost like he was pretending that he didn't want to be with me, but if that's what he wanted, I would give it to him.

"You're talking to me like you don't care about us being in a relationship anymore so what's the point of me trying defend myself." I shouted.

"I didn't say that." He mumbled.

"Then what do you want from me, Sammy?" I persisted before grabbing his hand again.

"I want you to do better." He muttered, looking down at the hand that had been entrapped in my hold.

"Look at me." I stated.

I squeezed his hand when he didn't respond and he still did nothing.

I separated our hands and placed one underneath his chin.