You always had felt a little bit off towards Sam. He was a decent person most of the time, but sometimes he could be an asshole. I mean, he was always sarcastic, and just a shithead overall. But you could almost get past it. Almost.

Of course, that wasn't the worst of it. He was almost obsessed over you. He didn't treat you kindly, but he seemed to absolutely hate the idea of you being even a little too close with someone else. He could talk to whoever he wanted, but you were stuck only interacting with him.

Then, there was the threats. He'd threaten you if you didn't talk to him for too long, or if you were with someone that wasn't him. You hated how it felt, but you knew you couldn't really do anything about it. I mean, you knew he would do some pretty crazy shit if you actually tried to stop interacting with him.

So, you decided it's better to just stay silent, and try not to upset him too much. You were having a conversation with someone else, when you spotted Sam. You silently prayed he didn't see you, and quickly ended the conversation. He went over to you, and noticed the other person walking away.

"Who the fuck's that?" He asks, seeming amused at the idea that you would interact with someone else. He rests his chin on your shoulder, gripping you tightly. "Some bitch you're trying to replace me with?" He mocks.