Loving You From The Past

"I don't know what you're talking about,"
I said to him.

The veins were popping out from his neck.
You could easily see the outline of lines
running down his neck to his shoulders.

"Polly, I let go of all the shit you did. But you can't get away with this."

I stood my ground.
I don't know what would led Sam to become so aggressive.

"What did I do?"
I asked him.

"Elena,"
he said quietly.

I narrowed my eyes.
My cheeks flushing red.

"What are you talking about?"

He sighed.
Putting his back towards me.
To hit his head against the wooden door.

"Stop playing games with me,"
he gritted out.

"I'm not."

He turned around.
Grabbed my shoulders.
So tight that I could fee an Indian burn.
Coming along unto my skin.

"Do you know the amount of pain I feel when I look at her?"

His eyes were watering.
I don't know what to say.

Did he always knew...
that the little girl sitting in the kitchen wasn't his, but Gerard's.

"It finally clicked to me last night. When I woke and you weren't here. I waited for you, and you weren't here. You weren't here in the morning. You weren't here,"
his voice was cracking up.

"And when I looked at Elena, I squinted my eyes so tight to see that she really didn't resemble any of me. Which got me to think about Gerard and his story. And how Gerard looked at Elena last night. Do you know how much he looks like Elena, do you?"
He yelled, but not high enough for Elena could hear.

He released his hands from my shoulder.
Taking off the ring I put on his finger five years ago.
He took my hand to open it, where he dropped the golden ring unto the center of my palm.

"I can't believe I was so stupid..."

And Sam took his suitcase, and coat to leave.

I didn't stop him.
I just watched him leave.
Holding Elena so she wouldn't run after him.
And I know Elena got the message of him.