/Samantha/
Because I just couldn't remember how to breathe, I began to feel lightheaded, and the burning sensation in my lungs intensified. Photos filled every square inch of the wall, but I don't understand why he would delete any of the ones that included Henry. Did he intend to cause Henry harm, especially in such an aggressive manner? Oh my God, what if he comes here without the police, and Blake loses his mind as a result? Because he has completely lost his mind, there is no telling what he might do next.
He was staring at me, and it was clear that he was expecting some kind of response from me, but I had no idea what to do in that situation. How could I possibly act like nothing was wrong? How could I put on a fake smile and act as if this wasn't causing my blood to chill in my veins? I don't even know where to begin. I was unable to since my response was already beginning, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
I could feel the scream trying to escape, but I clinched my teeth shut so tightly that all that came out was a small moan. Oh crap, oh crap, OH CRAP! I can't believe it! My legs felt like they were going to give out from under me, my hands were trembling, and all I wanted to do was run away from the house while yelling at Henry to go as far away from here as he could so that Blake wouldn't hurt him.
"I really enjoy this particular version." He drew me closer to the sick shrine on the wall while he ran his hands slowly up and down my arms in a gentle manner, which caused bile to well up in my throat. He then dragged me forward.
He showed me a picture of myself when I was sitting in the bleachers on a game night and laughing at something. In the picture, you could see that I was wearing Henry's jersey, but I had a jacket on over it, which is probably why he didn't scratch off Henry's number or whatever. There was another photo of myself that was superimposed on top of this one, and although it obscured the face of the person I was sitting with, I was confident that it was Susan because we sat together at all of the games.
"I just want to hug you whenever you smile because it makes you look so joyful. It brightens your entire face and makes you appear to be smoking hot. The truth is that I enjoy looking at all of the images, but I really like that one." As he leaned his chest against my back and muttered something to me, his breath blew down the back of my neck.
"Because Henry isn't in it?" you ask. "Why not?" I was having such a hard time keeping myself from having a full-blown panic attack that even my voice cracked as I shouted his name. As soon as I uttered the words, I had an instantaneous want to strike myself in the face for bringing up his name. Why? What possessed me to say that? Wow I'm so foolish!
Instantaneously, he pressed his hands even more firmly into my arms, and the sensation of his fingers burrowing into my skin caused me to flinch. He let out an irate snort of laughter. "That jerk messes up all of the shots, so I never get a good one of you by yourself without him in it. A bunch of $hit. You need to cut off all contact with him immediately, Jailbait "He instructed everyone to stare at me intently while accusing me.
How long had I been in this place at this point? I had literally just a few minutes before given Henry a call; how much longer would it be before the police arrived? If they had seen this insane shrine on his wall, then they would have taken my complaint more seriously. I'm sure they hadn't seen it, though.
As he tightened his hold on me, the pain that I was feeling in my upper arms became increasingly severe. I mumbled to Blake as my eyes started to well up with tears, "Blake, you're hurting me."
He scowled angrily and then motioned for me to leave while he ran a hand through his hair with his eyes fixed on mine. "Why do you feel the need to associate yourself with such a cretin? Why not someone else? A girl? Any other dude but Williams, please! "He let out an angry roar.
Wow, he had a lot of trouble with Henry; just what on earth is the reason for this conflict? "Blake, what gives you such a strong dislike for him?" I mumbled something as I turned away from the wall of photographs and said, "I can't look at it anymore; it's making me feel lightheaded, and I don't want to pass out with him here since it would leave me vulnerable." I had to look away because it was making me dizzy.
"Everything was taken from me by him! He took the only things in my life that I've ever cared about, and now he's living my life to the fullest!" He yelled, and the intensity of his rage caused me to recoil in response.
What? What had Henry done to have him act like this? What exactly do you mean by that? I asked while keeping as soothing a tone as possible in the hopes of calming him down.
He let out a snarl of annoyance and slapped his hand on the dresser in exasperation. He explained, "When my parents passed away, the only thing that was left to me was football."
I gave him a nod and he continued, "He told me that before that he got injured and Henry took his spot while he recovered and then when Blake came back they had to share the running back position." I nodded. "He'd told me that before that he got injured and Henry took his spot while he recovered and then
"So when he removed my spot on the team, I had nothing; I was in such a poor place, and that was the only thing keeping me sane and grounded, but that jackass snatched it from me! I had nothing! Because the coach decided to play Williams instead of me on the day that the talent scouts visited, I did not receive any college offers as a result of my absence from the game. Because of him, I am now mired in a hopeless situation, working a job that pays me peanuts and having no prospects whatsoever.
He is to blame for everything, and now he is attempting to take you away from me! You are the one and only lady I've ever had feelings for, and now he wants to steal you away from me "He yelled, and he was clenching his jaw so tightly that I was shocked to see that his teeth hadn't broken or split as a result of the pressure.
"Blake, Henry has absolutely nothing to do with any of that! He didn't beg to take your spot, and he didn't ask to be played on those games when the scouts were there! He just showed up and did it." I sobbed and wiped away a tear as it ran down my cheeks as I sobbed. In what way could he possibly hold Henry accountable for that?
"It makes no difference to me whether he requested it or not! Because he has everything and he takes it for granted, all that he possesses ought to be mine. He doesn't even care about what I've been through; he hasn't apologised to me once, let alone more than once." I was startled by the rage that could be seen on his face and immediately pulled back as he approached me.
"However, he won't be able to take you away from me. Samantha, I believe that we were destined to be together, and I'm not going to let anyone or anything stand in our way." He mentioned this in a matter-of-fact manner as he wiped away the tears that were falling down my face with his palm. I fought to get away from him by pressing myself up against the wall in an attempt to get away from him.
"Please, Blake, you are in need of some assistance. There is something wrong, and you should discuss this with another person as soon as possible. They are able to assist you." I said the words in a weak whisper.
I simply prayed that Henry was listening to this conversation over my cell phone so that he would understand that he should not enter the house by himself. If he was hearing how insane Blake was saying right now, he should just stop the car and wait very far away, because Blake seemed like he really wanted to hurt him. If he was hearing how crazy Blake was talking, he should just stop the car and wait very far away. The fact that I knew Henry better than that, and that he would come for me, and that if he got here before the police did, he would storm in here on his own if he got here before they did, shattered my heart. I knew he would come for me.
Blake let out a soft giggle before lowering his head and tenderly kissed the side of my cheek "I have no interest in conversing with any fool. I simply need some time with you, and you'll see that I'm not as awful of a guy as you think I am. Please give me one more opportunity, and I will demonstrate to you what a wonderful boyfriend I can be." He moved into closer proximity to me and then delicately brushed his body against mine.