Mine // Sam Wilkinson

Part // LVII

Sammy's POV

The sound of Claire's sobs stung worse than any knife ever could. In fact, I wished it was a knife instead to at least make me feel as much pain as she must be in.

"Claire, speak to me. What are you thinking?" My voice was barely above a whisper, the fire in my chest getting wilder with each word.

"You don't even want to know what I'm thinking."

"Yes I do," I scooted closer to her and placed my hand on her knee, "Please. Say anything you need to me. Spill your anger; say every little rude remark possible. I deserve it and I don't want it building up inside of you."

"You're a dirty pig!" She was screaming, "I can't even believe you! I thought you really had changed. I know your past is your past, but nothing has fucking changed with you! You get a girl to think you have feelings for her, get her to have sex, then leave. Or in this case, get her to leave. I don't understand why you couldn't tell me so many months ago! I just... I can't fucking believe you!"

"Keep going," I stayed calm, not wanting her to get angrier with me.

"I don't even wanna know who you cheated on me with this time. I don't even want to look at her. Did she know about me? Or was she just blinded by the fact she THOUGHT you had feelings for her, too? I know how you were at parties and when you' drink. You're the biggest fucking dickhead when you're drunk. I'm not even surprised you were that drunk!" Claire paused, using her sleeve to wipe her tears.

"What else?"

"You know, Sam, I really thought you loved me. I believed you. I believed you weren't gonna hurt me, but -"

That's when I kissed her; I kissed her like I've never before. I had both of my hands placed on her small waist and hers were holding my face.

After a little while, she broke the kiss and smiled for a few seconds only to return back to reality. This drove me crazy knowing the impact I made on her just by a kiss.

"Sam, this doesn't fix anything."

"Doesn't mean I can't show you I still love you more than i could tell you."