The Price to Pay

Chapter Nine

"Without pain, there would be no suffering, without suffering we would never learn from our mistakes. To make it right, pain and suffering is the key to all windows, without it, there is no way of life."

- Angelina Jolie

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Adeline

Why did he have to be here right now?

I can't handle this, him being so close to me right after I tried killing my best friend.

"What do you want Sam?" I silently cursed myself, my voice cracked miserably.

I didn't dare turn to him, I wasn't sure if my eyes went back to normal and if they didn't well I don't want a repeat of...James.

Thinking about it made my heart clench, a tear escaped, trailing down my already soaked cheek.

I wiped my eyes, being as discreet as possible, he didn't need to see me like this. I mean I don't even know him and he's already going to see me cry.

"Relax, Adeline are you okay?" Concern was laced in his words, I appreciated it but it wasn't wanted.

"Yeah, I'm great," The sarcasm came out by accident, grinding my teeth together, I starting walking again.

"Come on Adeline wait." I heard his footsteps approaching me.

Whirling around I glared at him, "Just leave me alone for Christ sake, don't you have more important things to do than to drive me insane!"

His jaw clicked, eyes becoming hard, dangerous, "I was just trying to help." He took a step closer, "Do you ever stop?"

"Stop what?" I snapped.

"Being a bitch."

"Fuck you." I shot back, without even realizing it I lifted my hand so I could hit his stupid face before I could hit him he caught my wrist.

Grunting, my other hand came up but the prick caught that one too.

"Let me go," I growled.

"Are you going to stop trying to hit me?"

"I guess we'll have to find out won't we." His hands wrapped around my wrists raising them above our heads as he stepped closer, his warm body almost touching mine.

I stepped closer, I wasn't frightened by him.

Our faces were inches apart, I could feel his breath fan across my face as we glared at each other, my blue against his green.

Sam looked down at my lips then backed up, he let me go with a small push.

He chuckled softly, staring at me.

"What is so funny?" Was he serious, did I do something to provoke such idiocy?

"I'll tell you only if you promise not to hit me."

What is he bipolar, a minute ago he looked as if he would rip my head off then eat it now he was laughing and messing with me.