Sammy's POV
After Claire went up to bed, I stayed at the table with Scott. I knew I couldn't tell anything to Nate because it would get back to Claire all over again.
"So, what are you gonna do?" Scott asked, rubbing his forehead.
"I don't know, man. I know I have to tell her eventually..." My voice trailed off, not wanting to talk anymore.
"You can't keep doing this to her. She can't handle any more of what Tyler did."
That's when it hit me. I had stooped down to Tyler's level. I never admitted it only because I didn't hit Claire. Emotionally, I was ruining her, whether I wanted to accept that or not.
I held back the tears in my eyes until Scott spoke again, "You have to tell her, especially after what you guys just..." his eyes looked towards the stairs then back at me.
I shoved my head in my hands, no longer able to hold back the tears.
"Scott... Man, I swear I love her."
"I know you do. You make bad decisions. Nate said you always have; they've just never affected you as much as losing Claire for good."
Losing Claire for good. Those were the last words I wanted to hear; last thought I wanted to even imagine.
Losing Claire would mean losing myself; it can't happen.
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Mine // Sam Wilkinson
Fiksi PenggemarClaire 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.
