/Samantha/
"Hey man, I might be mistaken but I thought you lived next door," Blake remarked smugly with a laugh as he pulled on his t-shirt, and as I got up off the sofa blushing like mad, he continued. "Hey man, I might be mistaken but I thought you lived next door," Blake added.
Henry began to shout, "Blake, I swear to God," as he stepped forward toward Blake, giving the impression that he wanted to beat the living daylights out of him.
"Henry, I didn't hear you come in" "I apologize," Henry said. When I attempted to calm him down by saying something weak, his eyes immediately turned to mine.
"No, of course you didn't, Samantha. You were too busy getting it on with this piece of shite," he stated while jerking his head in the direction of Blake but without taking his eyes off of mine. "No, of course you didn't!" he exclaimed. "You were too busy getting it on with this piece of shite They appeared to be hurt as well as another emotion; could it have been jealousy? Henry never had feelings of jealousy toward the women he slept with; instead, he simply used them, just as he did with me the other night. Despite what you may think, he would not be jealous.
I took a few steps forward and said to Henry while waving my hand in front of them both, "Henry, I wasn't getting it on with him, and for God's sake I thought you promised you would let this grudge go." Henry replied, "I wasn't getting it on with him."
He drew a long breath before responding with a sneer, "Whatever, I just came back to inform you that I'm going out with Zo tonight." He had taken a moment to compose himself. When I realized that he was going to be with that skank and that she would undoubtedly have her hands on him and probably more than that, bile rose to the back of my throat and caused me to twitch and try to hide the jealousy that I was feeling, I cringed and attempted to cover it.
"At what time do you anticipate your return?" I inquired feebly, my voice cracking ever-so-slightly as I gazed upon the most beautiful face in the world. His eyes flashed something that looked like hurt or grief before he abruptly shook his head. I was confused.
He remarked in a condescending manner, "That's the point, I'm not coming back, I'll be staying at hers." My stomach sprang into my chest as I realized that he wasn't going to be staying here. Was he going to go sleep with some whore while he left me to fend for myself all by myself? I had no idea that Henry was capable of doing something like that to me. He was aware that I would experience anxiety if I were left alone, and he planned for us to spend every Saturday night together.
"Henry, my mom and James aren't here this weekend, and you promised you'd stay so I won't be in the house on my own," I murmured feebly, frantically trying not to cry while my heart was hurting. "You promised you'd stay so I won't be in the house on my own," I continued. My closest friend and the guy I had feelings for decided to have a meaningless one-night encounter with another woman rather than with me, which broke my heart.
After saying, "I'm sure Blake will stay with you if you ask him," he spun on his heel and stormed out of the room. "I'm sure Blake will stay with you if you ask him," he muttered.
I did nothing but stand there and stare after him; Dad had never seemed so angry with me before, and I began to feel queasy. Suddenly, I felt an arm go around me, and Blake appeared before me, grinning arrogantly. "If you ask me," he responded with his eyes glistening with eager anticipation, "I will most certainly remain." I didn't want him to touch me because everything in my world was crumbling and the ache in my chest seemed like it was going to take my life. I had no choice but to convince him to leave since I desperately needed some time by myself and I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold back the tears.
I patted his chest and said, "No thanks, stud. That would absolutely go at a pace that's too rapid for me," but I thanked him for the offer. I lied to him and kissed his cheek as I took his hand to lead him out the door. I told him that Susan was going to be over in a little while and that we were going to watch a movie, so I needed to get changed and whatnot.
He gave me a wistful look as he nodded and kissed me goodbye before assuring me that he would call me the following day. He also said that if I changed my mind and needed him tonight, he would gladly be here, and I bet he would. I gave him a friendly grin before shutting the door, but as soon as I heard his car pull away, I was unable to contain my laughter any longer. I collapsed on the floor sobbing hysterically as my heart had literally shattered into a million pieces.
Even though it was only 4:30 in the afternoon, I had to lie down and huddle up in my bed because I felt like I was going to die from the horrible pain I was in. I reached for the pillow that Henry always used and buried my face in it, inhaling the familiar scent of him as I tried to regain my composure. I have no idea when I fell asleep, but the next thing I remember, two strong arms were wrapping around me and moving me over on the bed into a hard chest. A hand then stroked the hair away from my face, and someone kissed my cheek. I do not remember falling asleep.