Emma's POV
Nate ran upstairs as he made me stay on the couch. I could feel the hot tears streaming down my face; so many memories of Claire and Tyler flooding my mind.
He came running downstairs, explaining what he saw.
"She doesn't want to leave the room. She said he'll get worse, especially since he is drunk. I tried to pick her up but she slapped me lightly," he laughed, "I don't know what else to do but she's okay now. I watched Sam actually pass out from the alcohol."
"Is she hurt?" my voice was cracking.
"Babe, I think it's time we go to bed. There's been a lot of drama tonight, plus it's already one thirty in the morning. I'll let you talk to her tomorrow, alright? She's okay, don't panic."
"I will panic, Nate. You weren't there when she was with Tyler. You weren't there with everything she went through in that relationship. I can't stop hurting for her. I know Sam isn't Tyler, but I can't help but be scared as hell for her," I was yelling and crying, trying not to look Nate in the eyes.
"Baby, breathe. She's okay, alright? Let's go get some rest. I love you, and Claire loves you."
I couldn't sleep no matter how much I needed it. My mind couldn't fight off the idea of Sam being just another Tyler.
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Mine // Sam Wilkinson
Hayran KurguClaire was just a girl from a small town who had a love for a boy who didn't know she existed until the day he only had eyes for her.
