Please Don't Help Me

Sams POV

God I'm such an idiot. I shouldn't of yelled at her like that. I screamed into my pillow like a teenage girl after a breakup. Why Sam? Why?! I heard my phone buzz. It was a text from Jc.

Dude what the hell was that all about?! She's really upset. You messed up dude. You really messed up.

I slammed my phone down on the table. I've gotta fix this. I grabbed my jacket and slid on my shoes. I took my phone and ran out the door. I only live like a block away from the guys so I usually just walk. Well and I don't have a car...but whatever. I ran as fast as I could until I reached the house. I didn't bother knocking, I just walked in. "Sam? What the heck?" Kian asked. "Can't talk now. I have to fix something." I said and ran up the steps. "Delilah we need to talk." I said and tried opening her door, but it was locked. "No just go away! I don't care what you guys say! Sam's a jerk and I don't wanna talk about it!" She screamed. Wow that hit me hard. "Delilah please..it's Sam." I said. "I just said your a jerk! Now go away!" She yelled. "Delilah please just open up." I begged. She didn't answer. I rolled my eyes and then reached up above her door. Connor made all the guys put bobby pins above all the doors incase something like this were to happen. I guess he was right, they do come in handy. I slid the bobby pin into her doorknob and twisted the handle. She jumped up when I walked in. Her face was red and puffy and her arm was bloody. Tears immediately stung behind my eyes. I caused her to do this.. "Delilah no....please no..." I said. I couldn't hold it in anymore and I started sobbing. "Delilah I'm so sorry. You don't have to forgive me but please just know I'm really sorry and I mean like I'm REALLY sorry. I don't know what I was thinking and your right I'm a jerk just please don't hurt yourself like this Delilah please! Your beautiful and you don't deserve this stupid f*cked up life. I'm just really sorry and this is all my fault and oh my gosh Delilah please just I can't live like this knowing that your arms are covered in scars and I'm so stupid! I can't believe I caused this. Just please Delilah...don't ever do this again." I cried. She ran over and hugged me. I held on as tight as I could. "Delilah I was just worried about you. I really didn't mean any of that stuff I said in the bathroom. Please forgive me." I apologized while wiping my eyes and sniffling. She didn't answer me for a minute. "I don't know Sam, you really messed up." She said. "I know. I know that I did." I said. "I don't really know how I can forgive you....the scars will be here forever." She said. I cried even more at that thought. I caused her to put scars on herself that will never go away. I caused her pain. "I don't wanna think about that right now. I just wanna hug." She said. "Okay.." I sniffled and wrapped my arms tightly around her. I messed up so much....I know I mess up a lot if stuff but it's usually easy to fix. I don't know if I'm able to fix this..I really messed up this time. I closed my eyes. I REALLY messed up this time.