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“Did you have me followed? No, actually, why did you have me followed, Samuel?” I yell.
“Sunshine, calm down. I-“ I cut him off before he can even finish whatever bullshit explanation he has.
“No. Don’t you dare call me that! You don’t have that right!” I scream as I jump from the chair, rounding the other side of the desk to put distance between us. My tears continue to fall from anger and sadness, mixing together until they drop to the floor.
“Marcy, I’m sorry. I fucked up. I was going to tell you everything.” Sam runs his hands through his hair as he rocks back and forth in place, probably trying to decide what to say next.
“When exactly? When were you going to tell me, Sam? I’ve told you everything,” I sob. “I’ve told you things I’ve never told anyone and all this time you’ve been hiding this! When did you think was the best time to tell me that you basically built my firm and had me followed for how long exactly?” I grip my hair in desperate frustration, needing the pain but already feeling it deep inside.
“Listen, I needed to tell you something and I never knew how.” Sam looks at me with pain in his eyes. He runs his hands down his face then tries to step toward me, making me back away.
“There’s something I didn’t tell you about when Matthew died.” My breath hitches in my chest at the mention of my brother. He hesitates but looks over to me with every emotion playing across his face.
“He, um, was lying there in my arms and I couldn’t stop the bleeding,” he laments as tears form in his eyes.
“I tried! Fuck, I tried to save him but I couldn’t, Marcy! I couldn’t save your brother but before he passed he made me promise that I would take care of you,” he sobs, squeezing his eyes closed with his fingers.
A huge lump forms in my throat at the image.
“So, is that what you are doing now? ‘Taking care’ of me?” I scream. I can’t hear anything over the pounding in my ears from my own heartbeat.
Samuel steps over to me trying to grasp my hands in his but I slap them away. I just can’t. Before it was just the shit on his computer and now with everything he’s said about Matthew, I can’t touch him. I don’t want to.
“Is that why you had me followed? Is that why you pushed clients into my lap? Has that been what all this has been about?” I gesture between the two of us, barely able to hang on to my emotions any longer. “You decided once you got back into town a couple months ago that you would, what? Insert yourself into my life?” I wail, wrapping my arms around myself.
“I’ve been in the states for two years,” he confesses but I don’t believe the words I’m hearing. He couldn't have been here that long. Could he? Has he just been watching me this whole fucking time?
“I don’t think I heard you correctly. Did you just say that you have been in the states for two years?” I whimper feeling a surge of desperate emotions needing to wreak havoc on anything in their path.
“I didn’t know what to say to you. I wasn’t sure Matthew would want me with you no matter how desperately I needed you. A battle waged a war in my mind over what to do.”
“You didn’t know what to say,” I repeat with an ominous chuckle. Sam doesn’t say anything, just waits for my response. I leap toward his desk dragging my arms along until everything falls to the floor. Papers fly then land on the mess at my feet.
“So you were here when I needed you most. You were hiding behind your fucking computer when I was alone in the world. You were just sitting here building this security empire and never came for me.”
He tries to speak but I hold up my hand immediately. I’m not done yet.
“You sent out a minion to follow me while you were in here safe from the real world,” I huff incredulously. “You made a promise to my brother but did the bare minimum.”
“I did this for you. Everything has always been for you, Marcy,” he pleads. “You have to see that. I couldn’t be there but I made sure you were taken care of.”
“No, you could have been there, but you weren’t. Why didn't you come for me?” I whisper. “I’ve been waiting on my prince just like you said, but you didn’t come.”
“I fucked up. I’m sorr–” I scoff.
“No! You can’t undo what’s been done. You got what you wanted from me, right? You wanted to fuck me, manipulate me, then bury me along with my brother.” I tried to shove him but he doesn’t budge.
“I can’t undo it but forgiveness is a choice, Marcy!” I scoff as I continue to fight my way past.
“Stop!” he commands but it doesn't do anything to me anymore.
“You’re wrong about us and you fucking know it. You’re just running like you always do, dammit.” The slap rings through the room before I realize what I’ve done. The pain radiates up my wrist, making my arm tremble.
“Get out of my way, Samuel!” I hit him repeatedly in the chest until he finally relents, allowing me to pass. Regret paints his face, but the only thing I can think of is getting as far from Samuel Knight as I can.
I run from the office grabbing my things. As I leave, it feels like a death. The words circle back in my mind, haunting me. Then all of the good memories flood in—the laughter, the tears, the late-night conversations. All of it now wrapped in a shroud of finality.
The words hang heavy in the air, a weight that presses against my chest. The penthouse, once familiar and comforting, now holds a different kind of silence—a void where laughter and shared moments used to reside.
