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Post by siena elizabeth montgomery on Aug 17, 2010 16:09:17 GMT -5
Siena was sitting on the couch, staring at a picture of her and Jack. She still missed him. She wished she didn't. She wished she could just erase the memory of him. She simply couldn't though. She still loved him, so much. She wanted him back, but didn't still. Everything she was feeling, it was all wrong and right and confusing. She didn't know what to do anymore. She had nothing.
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Post by reindhart on Aug 18, 2010 6:59:04 GMT -5
one arm laden with a bag of chinese takeout, the other jingling his keys, sampson took the the steps up to his expensive apartment two at a time. he was rather excited to get home and spend a little more time with siena, she seemed to be coming around--sometimes. she wasn't as well...dead as she'd been the past couple days, but sampson, rather then point it out, would rather celebrate.
"honey, i'm hoooome!" he joked swinging open the door in a flourish, making himself look a fool, but, it was all for siena's benefit so sampson didn't really give a damn.
she was right there on the couch, she hadn't even looked up. sampson, a little disappointed she'd missed his mini show, closed the door behind him and looked down at the picture siena was holding. "christ siena, you'd think you'd be over that prick by now." he grumbled angrily, dropping the bag of chinese on the table in front of her. "enjoy dinner." he added, heading into the kitchen to get himself a glass of water and count backwards from ten.
his anger and acting out had been perfectly controlled lately, but it was only about time that all caught up to him.
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Post by siena elizabeth montgomery on Aug 18, 2010 11:50:23 GMT -5
Siena jumped a little when the food fell in front of her. Sam had been fine with his anger issues, still Siena was careful. If she'd heard him come in she would've put the picture away. She'd been in LaLa land though.
So she quickly slipped the picture into her pocket, where it always was
"I am over him." She snapped and stood up, bringing the food to the kitchen. At least she wished she was. Feelings still lingered in her for him, feelings that weren't easily ignored. Try as she might, she was still in love with Jack.
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Post by reindhart on Aug 18, 2010 18:18:43 GMT -5
"whatever helps you sleep at night." sam snapped harshly rolling his eyes as he got himself another glass of water. he was craving something stronger, but he knew not to drink when he was agitated.
keeping his eyes trained straight ahead of him, sampson leaned against the counter, refusing to look at siena.
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Post by siena elizabeth montgomery on Aug 18, 2010 21:37:47 GMT -5
Siena got plates down and filled both of them up for herself and Sam She wasn't in the mood for his crap at the moment. They weren't back together. He had no right to be upset over her being upset about Jack.
"Don't be an ass, Sampson," she said, rolling her eyes. She wasn't the same kid that she used to be. She wasn't going to sit back and take his crap anymore.
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Post by reindhart on Aug 19, 2010 9:46:48 GMT -5
"don't call me an ass, siena. jesus christ." he threw his glass in the sink, took his plate from her and chucked it in the garbage, "i'm not hungry anymore." he told her roughly nudging her out of his way so he could leave the kitchen and get away from her.
an apartment could suffocate two people, sampson was sure of it.
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Post by siena elizabeth montgomery on Aug 19, 2010 14:26:44 GMT -5
Siena dropped her plate on the ground when Sam bumped into her. She growled angrily. He was being ridiculous. She couldn't believe he was so angry over a picture.
"What the hell Sam?!" She yelled angrily and tossed her plate into the sink. She wasn't cleaning that up. It was Sam's fault.
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Post by reindhart on Aug 19, 2010 21:58:22 GMT -5
"you know siena, maybe jack cheated on you because you're so fucking inconsiderate, you think of that?!" sam shouted at her, coming back into the kitchen.
he pressed his fingers to his temples then hit her shoulder with the back of her hand. "you come and live in my house, break down in front of me soaking wet, and then you secretly worship that fucking picture!" sam didn't know where this was coming from actually. pent up jealousy? maybe.
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Post by siena elizabeth montgomery on Aug 19, 2010 22:03:41 GMT -5
"Don't touch me Sam," Siena yelled and took a couple steps back. She wasn't one for confrontation. She hated fighting and preferred to walk away. There was no getting out of this situation though. If he lost his temper things wouldn't go well at all.
"It's just a picture! And I'll do whatever the hell I'd like. We're not together anymore, Sam, remember? I left you!" She screamed. This was one of the reasons why she'd left. He had a temper, a bad temper. Granted that had been the first time he'd actually touched her.
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Post by reindhart on Aug 22, 2010 18:41:00 GMT -5
"don't touch me sam." he mocked, rolling his eyes. sam listened to her mini rant and laughed bitterly.
"then what the fuck are you doing here siena? leading me on? again and again. if you fucking left me, then why do you keep coming back!" he shouted, throwing his hands up in the air. "why don't you just go into the bedroom for a while or something." he spat, but when she started to storm away sam reached out and grabbed her wrist, tightly--definitely too tightly.
"you know i don't like being like this siena." he said, not un-angrily.
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Post by siena elizabeth montgomery on Aug 22, 2010 20:07:38 GMT -5
Siena pulled her arm from his grasp and pushed him back.
"Sam, don't," she said sternly, backing away from him slowly. This wasn't going to end well for her at all. What was she supposed to do though. Sam was in the way of the door.
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Post by reindhart on Aug 22, 2010 20:33:09 GMT -5
sam held his hands up, making a face, "don't what siena? are you scared? jackie never acted like this around you?" by this point sampson had backed her against a wall.
he pulled back his fist and slammed it into the dry wall, making a very decorative hole, all too close to siena's pretty face. then, he grabbed siena by the shoulders and shoved her out of the way into the unfortunately placed glass coffee table. sam hit the wall again before resting his head on his arm across the wall.
"siena--i'm sorry, i don't--" he really didn't know what to say at this point. he was out of control, just like his father. only sampson, he was worse because he'd promised he'd never be that way! he promised himself that.
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Post by siena elizabeth montgomery on Aug 22, 2010 20:59:25 GMT -5
When Sam pushed Siena to the ground her head hit the corner of the coffee table, leaving a not so lovely deep cut on her face. Blood ran down her cheek like a river. She touched her head and winced in pain.
"No you're not!" She yelled, getting up and getting a little dizzy. She hated blood. "Just stay away from me!" She said angrily, still not wanting to turn her back to him.
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Post by reindhart on Aug 22, 2010 21:10:35 GMT -5
sampson turned around, "yes, siena, i am sorry!" he shouted, shaking his head. "you think i want to be like this?" like a monster, no that definitely wasn't how sampson wanted to be.
at the sight of her blood, sampson softed, at the sight of the bruise already forming on her wrists, sampson felt miserable. he hadn't meant to do any of that--and she was so tiny, it was easy for her to fall around.
"siena--" sampson took a step to her, wanting to tell her it was okay, that it would never happen again, he would talk to someone, he would help her out.
but he'd lied to her. he had promised he would never hurt her, and at his indirect hand, she was bruised and bleeding.
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