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Sam sat on the bed staring into space, Jay had left around 5 hours ago and should be home soon.
she couldn't wait until he got back, she had been waiting for what seemed like a decade.
he had gone out to do a job that required her to stay home and give him time to do what he needed to do. Well that's what he told her, whatever it meant
if all had gone well he might be in a good enough mood to spend the night with her and her alone, if it had gone badly... she didn't want to think about what he might be like.
He might try something again. She hoped to god he wouldn't try it again.
she sighed, jumping off the bed and wandering over to the window. a black pickup truck was pulling into the carpark of the flats. she instantly recognised the man behind the wheel and smiled as she raced downstairs to greet him.
as she reached the door she heard shouting and swearing coming from outside, she stepped back as the hinges creaked and the door slammed open.
"5 minutes tops boys I'm only grabbing my coat."
Jay was talking to someone over the phone and generally ignoring Sam
Realising it was up to her to get him talking, she carefully wrapped her arms round his waist
"Welcome back, how was the job?" she asked, her thick British accent seeping through her words
"Sam, what did I tell you about asking about jobs?" he growled pushing her back not so softly and glancing into her eyes
"Not to ask unless you want to talk about it." she mumbled moving her hands back to pull at her shirt nervously.
"go to bed. I won't be back until tomorrow morning." he mumbled, pushing into her as he strode off
She stumbled back and caught herself on the wall with a quiet thud. She pouted at him, trying her best to catch his attention for just a few minutes longer.
He gave her one last look, She swore she saw some sort of regret flash on is face but it was soon gone. He grabbed his winter coat from the hook on the wall, turned and walked back out the front door, leaving Sam to assume he was going out drinking. Again.
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