...s close as I'd ever come to actually hitting a girl. Except this time, the feeling was so different. She wasn't antagonizing me this time, and she wasn't even trying to. Sam was being her usual self. And, by 'usual self,' I mean the one that always wore the same bored expression.
That night was the first time I'd gotten a glimpse of another Sam I'd never known. And, if there was one thing I knew for sure, it was that I hated the fact that all I'd gotten was a glimpse. I hated Sam's casualness, and how she could just throw her handbag down and wipe any emotion off her face.
I wanted to punch her even more as she walked out of the room, her back to me and not saying a word.
"Sam," I said. She didn't respond. "Sam." I reached out and grabbed her arm.
She turned around, facing me. "Jesus Christ, what's your problem? Let go of me."
She wrung her wrist, trying to get out of my grasp. "Freddie, I'm not in the mood. Back off."
My arm went slack, and Sam quickly jerked her hand away.
"What is it with you?" I said, before she had the chance to back into the empty bedroom.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
I rolled my eyes. "You know, we've gone through hell together these past few weeks."
My gut churned as I heard that word come out of her mouth. So? So? That'...