Sam shot up from a deep deep sleep. She panted heavily as she caught her bearings and looked around. She was in bed, it took her a second to remember that. She looked to her side. James was fast asleep beside her in his usual spot, sleeping in his usual position, in his usual way. Sam tried to control her breathing but she couldn’t, it was deep, unsteady, frantic. She covered her mouth to muffle the sounds. She quickly threw the duvet off of her lower half. It was a rough unplanned action. The corner landed heavily on James. Sam froze, watching his eyes to see if they flicked open. There was no movement in James, just a slight change in his breathing. It was a slight indication that something in the outside world stirred but it wasn’t enough to drag him out of his dream. Sam trembled. She felt a familiar feeling about her. A familiar uncomfortable feeling. One that she hadn’t felt in days. A feeling that she had lived with for so long she had become used to how horrible it felt. It was a feeling that sparked from her stomach. Like someone had attacked an electrical wire to her navel and flicked the switch on. It jolted hard and fast deep into her centre then surged outwards throughout her whole body. pulsing through her very last end, her fingertips, her toes, her hair. Sam shuddered. She hated the feeling. She had become accustomed to it but since she had taken the new medication it had gone away and now it started to come back. It was going to be stronger than it normally was. Sam could feel it. She didn’t know how exactly but she sensed it. She could hear it with her inner ear. Like a high pitch hum that a powerline makes. The closer you get to it the higher it resonates. Something inside says do not touch. The inner alarm starts to ring inside saying ‘this is dangerous’. That’s how Sam’s alarm sounded at this moment.
Sam quickly tip toed out of bed. She took a glance through the break of the drawn window curtain. It was complete darkness outside. She snuck to the bedroom door. Crouching low like a cat burglar creeping through the house of his next victim, back arched, knees bent, stride wide. As she rounded the last bedpost Sam clipped the wooden pillar with her big toes. She held her breath as the pain shot through her and she squinted her eyes. She looked directly at James. This time the noise was enough to stir him. He shifted on his side. Fortunately for Sam he shifted away from where she had been laying. If he had shifted in her direction he would have extended his arm to touch her, felt that she wasn’t there and would have completely woke up. However he stirred in his own space. Slightly aroused but still clinging to the fine shackles of sleep. Sam didn’t want him to wake up. They had had a brilliant few days together and she didn’t want him to see her like this, breaking their golden streak. Sam quickly exited the room. She didn’t bother to pull the door completely closed, she just brought it to rest onto the door frame. She made her way quickly through the corridor and into the living room closing the door behind her. Sam gasped in pain and hopped on one foot. She knew she was safe to make a relative amount of noise. The distance between the two rooms was far enough to do so safely, especially with the closed door to muffle the sounds. Sam stooped down to check her toe. There was no damage to the nail. The bulb of her toe had turned to a bright red colour and it throbbed with pain. Sam quickly skipped to the kitchen. She grabbed a glass and turned on the cold tap full blast filling it up. She took a few gulps. Sam looked around. There was nobody in the kitchen with her. Sam listened attentively. There was nobody whispering to her. Sam scratched her forearm. Her arm was starting to get itchy. She looked down at it but there was nothing there. Sam hobbled back into the living room. She went to the usual spot where she placed her mobile phone in the evenings, unsure if she would find it. A side table in the corner of the room. It was there, charging, she snatched it up. She caught a glimpse of the time. It was just after 1am. She unlocked her phone, opened her contacts and scrolled down to the contact named ‘Doc’. She paused, staring at it. She was starting to anticipate what her doctor was going to say to her. He was going to talk her through this episode. He was going to tell her that she was strong, that she was doing very well in her coping strategy, that she had everything under control. He was probably going to tell her not to take any medication. Sam put the phone face down. She didn’t want to hear any of those things. He didn’t know what it felt like to have these feelings. Normal people always make assumptions about how people with mental health conditions feel. Sam laughed to herself. Sam knew he had never in his life experienced any form of mental health. Sam wondered if he had even experienced any kind of hardship in his life at all. Any kind of trauma. She shook her head and thought about the kind of life he had led. He was a well to do psychotherapist. He was probably raised in a posh house with posh parents. His mother, a stay at home parent and his father probably doing the same line of work he did now. Privileged children always follow in the footsteps of privileged parents. Sam could see it all in her head. She fantasized about the hardest thing her therapist had ever gone through in life. Probably the only hardship was where he would spend his summer vacation with his family. Sam thought about the pictures of his family that were posted around his office. His beautiful wife and two sons.
Sam caught herself. She was wondering too much in her head about her therapist but she realised it was a good distraction. Thinking about him had taken her mind away from her feeling. It was still there. Waking up with it had caught her off guard. She had panicked and acted out. Sam collected herself. Her breathing had calmed. She still felt the surge pulsing through her body, continuing to grow but she could manage it. It was bearable. She looked down at her phone on the side table. Sam walked away from it and back into the kitchen. She knew that she could manage her feelings and manage what was definitely going to come later today but she didn’t want to have to manage it. She wanted it to not be there at all, to completely disappear. She went to the cupboard where she kept the medication and withdrew the box. She opened the packet and looked at the loose tablets. Sam had been instructed to take one per day if needed. To her, the doctors ‘if needed’ felt like a last resort. An advisory statement that meant ‘if all else fails’ but for Sam ‘if need’ meant ‘if wanted’ and she desperately wanted to not have this feeling. It had been a really good few days. Sam didn’t hesitate. She took one, popped it into her mouth, poured herself a glass of water and washed it down with a smooth gulp. She threw the remaining water in the glass down the kitchen sink. She paused for a moment. A smile came on her face. It wasn’t that Sam physically felt better at that instant which made her happy, it was the thought that she was going to feel better. The tablet was going to give her what she needed. A feeling of freedom. Sam turned off the kitchen light and made her way back to her bedroom. She slowly creeped back into bed and cradled up behind James, spooning him. She tucked her arm around him and nestled in. She felt James lift his head up. She sensed him scanning the room but it was pitch black, then he reached over to the side of the bed and tapped the alarm clock which displayed the time. He craned his head back over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of Sam. She didn’t move and kept her head tucked into his back, pretending to be asleep. She didn’t want him to notice that she was awake. James rested his head back onto his pillow, closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
“Hey don’t tell Lily that we bought all this ice cream ok? Otherwise it will all be gone this time tomorrow.” Sam smiled at James as they walked back to their flat from the local shopping market. “And I’ll be keeping an eye on you too Fatty?”
“Fatty?” James laughed out loud. He looked down at himself towards his stomach. They walked holding each other’s hands and carried shopping bags in their outer hands. James unlinked their union and patted his stomach. “Fatttttyyyyyyyy.” He repeated again. In a sarcastic manner. “The way you’ve been eating the past couple of weeks. You can’t call me fatty.”
Sam stopped in the middle of the pavement. She turned to look at him face on. Her face was serious.
“Are You calling me Fat James?”
James turned to face Sam. He burst out laughing. Sam looked him dead in the eye. She uncoupled their hands and wrinkled her nose. It was a habit she always did when she was starting to get angry. James Continued laughing. As he opened his mouth wide to let out a hearty laugh Sam watched his mouth and teeth. Sam didn’t think this was funny. James stopped laughing. A look of surprise on his face.
“Babe…” He asked questioningly. Sam omitted a response. “Sam?”
Sam bit her lip as a smile erupted on her face and she let out a laugh too. She relinked their hands and continued to walk. She pulled James along like an infant who didn’t want to go in the direction of his mother. Dragging his feet with each step. Then James let out another big laugh.
Sam turned her head to laugh with James. He quickened his steps toi catch up with her pace. She smiled and laughed when he did but it was all fake. She was not laughing inside. Her stomach was burning. She too quickened her pace. She wanted to get home as quickly as possible. As they walked James rambled on about something. Sam nodded. It was his usual chit chat. Easy to follow and easy to hear but Sam wasn’t listening to any of it. That comment he had made had triggered her temper and she did well to conceal it. Sam felt a bit uncomfortable. It was unusual for her to lose her temper like that to such an old chestnut comment. James had been making it for weeks. He had noticed that Sam had gained in appetite. Sam had actually noticed it too. She had noticed a few things that were a bit off.
They approached a point in the street which was opposite to their building block. Sam stopped directly adjacent to the building’s entry door. James bumped into her. There was a zebra crossing a few hundred yards further up the busy road and they always used it. It was safer. Sam had always been an advocate to all the young children and teenagers in the area to use the zebra crossing. She felt adults should always set a good example to encourage the young people to stay safe. Sam always said ‘children don’t follow what we say, they follow what you do’. James looked at her. The previous look of surprise returning to his face.
“Babe what are you doing?”
“Let’s just cross here?”
“What?”
Sam didn’t answer. She took a quick glance for oncoming traffic. Her infantile programming of ‘stop, look and listening’ conducted instantaneously. There was no conscious awareness in her safety check. Her body absorbed everything that she needed to know to make her subconscious decision.
Sam stepped out into the road. A car came screeching to a halt sounding its horn. James tried to pull her backwards but Sam didn’t flinch.
“Sammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.” James called out. Sam spun round to face James, a look of absolute annoyance on her.
“James what are you doing?” She yanked James by his hand. The sudden sharp unsuspecting pull made him stumble from the safety of the pavement and into the road. The driver of the car who had just managed to stop one foot away from actually hitting Sam let out his frustration on her with his horn.
“He had plenty of time to stop.”
James let go of her hand and raised his apologetically to the driver. The driver shouted unpleasantries from inside his car. He frantically shook his hands in the direction of the road and coming traffic indicating the dangerousness of the situation. James completely understood.
“Oh pipe up.” Sam called out to the driver which she followed by giving him her two fingers.
“SAMMMMMM” James called out to her.
Sam grabbed James’ hand and pulled him to continue walking across the road. The rest of the traffic had stopped to witness the sudden commotion. As she grabbed his hand, the driver unleashed his frustration at her again. This time it was a prolonged horn expression that he emphasized by fully compressing the horn in the middle of his steering wheel with outstretched arms and bearing his teeth. Sam let go James’ hand, balling up her fist, She thumped the bonnet of the enraged drivers car.
“Shutttttt Yourrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ArseeeeeeHoleeeeeeee!” Sam howled at him as she leaned in towards his windscreen.
James caught her by her wrist and pulled her to the safety of the pavement outside their building. He didn’t need to check for any danger. All the traffic had come to a stand still around them.
“Sam. honestly Sam what’s gotten into you?”
Sam didn’t answer, her gaze was locked on the man sitting in his car, who had now opened his door infuriated. He tried to jump out of his vehicle so quickly that his seat belt had snatched him back into his seat. He thumbled with the seat belt plug trying to release himself. The angry and quick escalation of the situation making his intentions clumsy. Sam dropped the shopping bags onto the ground and started to make a rapid movement towards the driver, who now had one leg out of his car but James tugged her by the wrist and whipped her back behind him. Sam didn’t look at James. She only saw red.
“Why you getting out your car mate?” She shouted at the driver
.
“Are you fucking crazy luv.” The driver shouted back. He was fully out of his car now.
“You just stepped out into the road. You’re lucky I didn’t run you over.” He looked at the bonnet of his car. There was no visible damage.
“So why you getting out of your car, mate? You want to fight a woman? I’ll have you prick.”
Sam tried to step past t James towards the driver but he held her fast. James turned to face the guy.
“Mate, common on, I’m sorry for what’s just happened but get back in your car. Please, your making the situation worse.”
“Well control Your Bitch Then Mate because she’s going to step out into the road and get her skinny little ass run over.”
“Did you just call me a skinny bitch?”
Sam darted past James but his grip was vice like. His one hand was closed completely around her petite wrist. James dropped his shopping bags and clamped down with his other hand. A tug of war pursued. James planted his feet and shifted his bodyweight backwards. His frame looked like he was trying to sit down in the middle of the road on some sort of invisible chair. Sam pulled at him with everything she had, ploughing forward back into the road. Sam was fixed at the driver. The driver backed up towards his car. Although he was angered he had thought better about this situation. He didn’t want to enter into a fist fight with the woman.
“Did you just call me a skinny bitch? You Fat Prick.” Sam’s whole body was pointed at the man. She put one leg in front of her in a lunge position trying to muster all the leverage she could against James to break free of his grip and get closer to her target but he held her fast, she wasn’t going anywhere. Sam let fly her verbal assault.
“Well I’m glad I’m a skinny bitch. Look at your fat belly hanging out.” Sam spun round to face James, slapping his secure grip around her wrist. “Let go of me James!” Sam demanded., Let Meee Gooooo!” She yanked her arm serial times trying to break free. He held her tight. She spun back to face the driver. “Well I guess we don’t have to wonder who ate all the pies then do we!”
The driver who was of a large build patted his distended stomach.
“Yeah I did love and They Were Deeeeeelishhhhhhh. I’ll buy you some next time. Looks like you need a few.” The driver who had seemed to be completely over the situation, smirked with his final remark, quickly jumped back into his car slamming the door shut and sped away.
Sam Still seeing red, howled after him. She was well aware of what she was doing but something propelled her forward. She knew that she had lost her temper but she couldn’t control herself. It was like she had taken a passenger seat position to her own actions. Watching what was unfolding in front of her but unable to steer her body in the right direction. The car that had almost hit her disappeared in the distance. Sam spun around to face James. He immediately let go of her hand. Sam shook her head at him, marching pasting him, brushing him to one side with a swipe of her hand. James sidestepped the gesture. Her hand swatted his shoulder as he got out of her way. Sam eyed James as she stormed past him and back onto the pavement. She ignored the small group of people that had stopped midway their daily routine to watch the sudden action that had erupted in the middle of the street. Sam brushed open the shopping bags that were piled on the ground, searching inside the bags that she was carrying for something specific. A red purse sat at the top of one of the bags. She scooped it up by the handle. Sam left the other bags for James as she marched towards the security entrance door of the building. The few people observing scampered out of her way. They didn’t want to get hit with the charge of this raging bull. James stood still in the middle of the road watching his wife’s stampede. A car that was obstructed by his presence beeped him. James jumped, the sharp horn dragging his attention back to his current surroundings. He raised his hand in forgiveness to the driver and quickly scurried after Sam, picking up what was left of the shopping on the ground. Sam smashed her purse against the metallic security reader placed on the wall by the entry door. The reader identified something inside her purse and buzzed open. Grabbing the door handle Sam yanked the door as hard as she had been pulling at James when he had grabbed her. Sam charged through. There was a loud pop as the metal arm on the safety mechanism which prevented the door from swinging too fast dislodged from the main box attached at the top of the door frame. The door flew wide open with such force that it swung all the way round hitting the wall on its opposite side and continued back with the same amount of speed. James, fast on Sam’s heel lunged forward with an extended hand, catching the door by its edge and hurried after his wife. Sam charged through the building lobby towards the elevator. She pressed the call button. The elevator door didn’t open. Sam tutted in annoyance. She repeatedly pressed the button. Sam wanted the elevator ready and waiting by her footsteps. Anything slower than that was too late. She turned her head to glare at James, who was in rapid pursuit of her but slowed his pace upon encountering Sam’s death stare. Sam turned back to face the elevator door. She looked up at the numbered counters above its entrance which illuminated a specific number to indicate its position. It was on the 8th floor. One floor above their own and it still needed to come down to the ground floor to collect them and convey them back up to the 7th. This was taking too long. Sam marched past, pushing open a side door that swung easily open, which led to the buildings staircase. She attacked the stairs, holding onto the banister with her free hand for leverage to propel her faster up the stairs. James followed his partner. Sam scurried up the stairs one by one. James attacked them two at a time.
“What was that Sammy? Huh? Just what was that just now?” He called after her.
“That was you not sticking up for your wife when she’s being assaulted by the fat controller.” She continued her ascent passing the first floor.
“Ummmm you stepped out into the road Sam! Did you even look? And I’m not actually sure who assaulted who there.”
Sam turned on her heels to face James. He was so close behind her that he collided head first into her stomach falling on top of her. Sam fell backwards into a sitting position on the stairs still clinging onto the banister which gave her support. She pushed James’ heavy body off hers.
“Nice James. Niceeeeeee. That arsehole said to your wife that she needs to eat more pies. That I’m a skinny wretch and you’re staying that I assaulted him.”
“He didn’t call you a skinny wretch and at least he doesn’t think that you’re fat. Skinny is better than fat right.” James’ attempt to diffuse the situation with humour was not received well. Sam, taking her red purse, like an athlete holding a small ball, pitched it hard and fast at James head. The sudden shot caught James off guard as he didn’t have time to react. The red purse wisped clear past James’ head and hit the staircase wall with a hard thud.
“That could have hit me in my face Sam.”
Sam pulled herself up and continued charging up the staircase. James hurriedly went back down to the half landing, that the purse now rested on to collect it and looked up the staircase. Now he could only see Sam’s hand holding onto the banister as she spiralled upwards. She had just cleared the third floor. Sam looked down the central ravine and saw James looking up. She intensified her death star at him then increased her speed up the stairs. She wanted to calm down but she couldn’t. She knew what would help to relax her. She needed to get to her medication cabinet.
Sam crashed stumbling through her front door. As she rushed to get into the flat she had tripped over the lip of the entrance. She slid across the living room floor, the shopping bags flew to one side. Lily, sitting like a fawn on the sofa, writing in one book and reading from a textbook, shot up to the sudden grand entrance of her mother, which frightened her.
“Mum.” Lily called.
“Hi Lily.” Sam answered. Crawling on the floor she collected the shopping bags and threw them over to Lily on her lap. “There’s ice cream in there.” Sam blurted out.
Sam looked back at the front door. She heard fast paced footsteps striding closer. James suddenly appeared in the open door. James looked down at Sam, his eyebrows raised.
“What is going on with you?”
“Mum just fell on the floor.”
“Shhhhhhhh.” Sam silenced Lily, who was now sprawled out over the sofa observing.
“Nothing is going on with me. I just tripped as I came through the door.”
James stepped into the flat. He closed the door behind him. Then dropped the shopping by the side of the door. Sam picked herself up. She quickly made her way into the kitchen and towards the cupboard where she kept her medication. James followed. Sam withdrew the medication box, it felt light.
“What’s going on?” Lily called to the two of them.
“Nothing darling nothing.” Sam answered through the serving window.
Sam opened the box and her hand started trembling as there was only one tablet left. Her throat became sticky and she found it hard to swallow. Sam closed her eyes.
“I knewwwwwww that’s what you were flying back to the flat to get.” James eyed her then eyed the box.
“I wasn’t flying back to get it. I can’t fly. I don’t have wings.”
James shook his head. He suddenly snatched the box out of Sam’s hand. Sam jumped at him, trying to win them back but James held her at bay by turning his back to her and holding the medication box out of reach.
“Look at you Sam, you’re dependent on them.” James inspected the box. He intently shuffled the box around in his hand, like some multicoloured child’s toy, where the player has to align the segmented pieces into the same colour. “Why are there no instructions on the box? Where’s the prescription?”
James turned to face Sam, as he held up the box to her face in prompt to his question, Sam snatched it back. She quickly opened the box, using it as a funnel, poured the last pill into her mouth. Rushing to the tap, she tucked her head under it and turned it on. She made a loud hissing sound from her mouth, drawing breath in through clenched teeth, as she quickly moved her head away from the water. Hot steam raised in the air around the sink. James hurried over and turned off the hot tap then turned on the cold one. Sam watched the running water for a moment, letting the residual hot water disperse then bowed her head under it again and took a few gulps, tucking her hair behind her ear as she drank.
“ How many have you had of them today Sam?”
“Not much. This is just my….” Sam paused. Mentally trying to recount how many she had actually taken today. She had lost count. “This is my third one.”
“Why are there no instructions on the box Sam?”
Sam shot a look back into the living room. Lily was completely involved. Sprawled up on the sofa staring through the serving window. Her homework books tossed to one side. James cast his own look at Lily who had now raised onto her knees to get a better view of what was going on in the kitchen.
“Do you homework Lily!” Sam commanded. Sam leaned in closer to James lowering her voice. “Doc gave it to me with a verbal instruction.”
“He gave you verbal instruction?” James echoed back. The tone of scrutiny encased in his voice.
“Yes darling he told me to take them……” Sam trailed off. She had spoken too hastily and almost shot herself in the foot. She remembered exactly what her therapist had told her. ‘Take one per day.’
“He told me to take as many as needed.” She whispered
Sam watched James. She could tell he wasn’t satisfied with her answer.
“Were they your meds Sam.” James whispered back.
Sam paused. Her vision had narrowed onto her husband. She wrinkled her nose. James stepped back.
“Why are you asking me if these are mine?”
James paused. He didn’t want to answer. He knew where it would lead.
“I’m just checking Sam.” James raised his hands up in a submissive gesture, palms up and out.
“Lily are you hungry?” Sam called, turned away from James. She had an urge to charge at him like she had with the driver outside but she kept herself in check. That wasn’t what she wanted. She looked through the serving window at Lily. Lily shook her head vigorously in answer indicating that she wasn’t. Sam looked at the time. It had been some hours since Lily returned from school. She would definitely be hungry. Sam went to the cupboard and withdrew a microwave dinner.
“I don’t want a microwave dinner. It’s disgusting and it tastes like crap.”
Sam bit her lip at Lily but didn’t reply. She grabbed a fork from a kitchen draw, violently stabbed the plastic film it was sealed in and threw it into the microwave. She pressed a single button several times starting it up.
“I don’t want that.” Lily wailed. “You’re always feeding me crap.”
“Well cook for yourself then. Sam shouted back. She turned her attention back to James and her voice back to a whisper. “I’m not a flipping thief or an addict.”
“I never said you was a thief.” James kept his voice in sync with hers. “Or an addict.”
“But that’s what you were implying. That’s why you were asking me about them. Are These Your meds Sam?” Sam impersonated a deeper tone in her voice to mimic his and bobbed her head in a sarcastic fashion.
Sam eyed James. He was about to answer but he omitted his reply. Sam nodded her head. It was exactly as she thought.
“You think I’m some kind of weak woman who can’t handle myself.” Sam got closer to James and rested her index finger which was extended from a closed fist on his chest. With each word she stabbed at him with her finger.
“Well let me tell you something James. I’m Not Crazy or a Mad woman. I can handle myself and I don’t need you to babysit me. I’ve handled this long before you and I can handle this issue longer after you too.”
“Handle what? What can you handle.” Lily butted in, clearly being able to hear the argument.
“Mind your business Lily, adults are talking. This doesn’t have anything to do with you.” Sam returned to her original elevated tone.
“Oh My Gosh you’re never tell me anything. I’m not a child.”
“Lily don’t talk to your mum like that. And she’s right. Nobody is talking to you so don’t butt into our conversation.” James reprimanded her. He too raised his tone.
Sam started to itch her forearm. She looked down at her skin. There was nothing there. This situation was becoming overwhelming for her. She scratched it again. Sam didn’t understand why it was itching. She had just taken another tablet. She shouldn’t be Itching.
Well you little bitch. You thought you could escape by taking those crappy pills. They did the trick for a little while didn’t they you tart. That’s just like your idiot therapist. Trying to cure a head case with issues by using powerful painkillers. What a bloody prick.
Sam jumped back away from James. For a moment she thought he had said those words to her but she knew it wasn’t him. She knew that voice all too well. The smell of smoke started to chimney up her nose. She looked around expecting to find a nasty snake coiling her pointed head but she couldn’t find her. She looked back at James. He had a confused look on his face. She could tell that he wasn’t sure why she darted backwards like that. The microwave pinged beside her.
“Lily come and get your dinner please.”
“I said I don’t want it.”
“And I said come and get your food NOW.”
“Oh My Gosh.” Lily jumped up off the sofa and stomped into the kitchen. Sam removed the dinner from the microwave and peeled off the bloated film lid. She placed it onto a tray with a fork beside it. Sam eyed Lily as she snatched the tray from her hands. Lily stormed out of the kitchen.
“And I’m not an idiot. I’ve heard you talking to yourself, having conversations with imaginary people and I’ve seen you pouring white vinegar over your arms. I’ve known you were crazy for the longest time. Talking to your friend Ms Marsy”
Sam’s Heart exploded up into her throat.
Haaaaa Haaaaaa that little tart has sussed you out well hasn’t she. Paa haaa haaaa. The little shit and grassed you up to James an all. I told you to get rid of the little rat. But she dropped you in it nicely.
Sam’s hands shook as she watched Lily grabbed her hand held game and made her to the front door, opened it and slammed it behind her. Lily had subconsciously locked the door tongue in an extended position. The door bounced open again and came to rest against the frame but slightly ajar. Giving Lily the opportunity to re enter whenever she wanted. Sam stared at the door. She listened to Ms Marsy hissing in the background. Ms Marsy infuriated her more. Sam scratched her arm again.
Oi. Its just like the little tart said. Go and rub some white vinegar on it. It’s the best thing for it.
Sam looked up. James was across from her with his arms folded. He was red in the face. His face always went bright red when he was trying to control his temper.
Today has not been a good day Sam thought to herself.
Well it’s about to get a lot bloody worse for you init luv?
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