He hated what he did to her.

He did not have a choice in the matter.

One day they were perfectly fine. They took a trip up to Seattle to see a Mariners game. That day was unusually hot Washington but that made the day even better. They both had on matching #7 jerseys for Marco Gonzalez #7. He was Leah's favorite player and although Sam was slightly jealous of the man, he humored her anyways. Each with a Mariners dog in hand they watched the game while drinking some cold rainier beer.

At this point Sam's body changed enough to where he looked 25 so they never questioned his age. Still to this day they did not know how they go away with it.

Mariners vs Diamondbacks. 6 to 2 in favor of the Mariners.

It was a joyous day.

Then all hell broke loose.

On the way home they stopped for ice cream in Forks. After the almost 4-hour drive home they decided one last hurrah before going back to the real world.

That was the day the Cullen's moved to town. He has hated them ever since. No one told him what was going to happen next.

He had no idea that after that wonderful day things would go so bad. He asked her to marry him. It was the best, and worst, day of his life.

The two weeks that proceeded with torture. All he wanted to do was go home and crawl into be and wrap her in his arms. Tell her everything was going to be alright, that he loved her so much.

However, that is the furthest thing that happened. The enders, even her own father, refused to let him see her. They told her that he needed to end things with her before any more heartache could happen. Boy were they wrong.

He loved Leah for as long as he could remember, even met Emily a few times. However, at that time all Sam saw was Leah, Emily was too plain for him. The next time he saw her however completely changed that thought.

The next time he saw Emily she because everything he ever wanted. That confused the hell out of him. His world was Leah, not Emily. He did not want Emily. But he did.

Imprinting.. when you see her everything changes? All of a sudden it is not gravity holding you to the planet, it is her, nothing else matters. You would do anything for her. Whether that is a protector, or a lover, or a friend.

He hated her at first. She was selfish. Oh, so fucking selfish. Why couldn't she have him as a friend? Why did she have to have him as a lover?

He still resents her to this day.

Especially days like today

The others did not see it but it but a strain on the relationship he had with Emily. Yeah they were engaged, but her kept putting it off. Telling her when the time was right they would finally do it.

It was not the same ring he gave to Leah, no, the one he gave to Leah belonged to his mother. Emily did not deserve that ring. He still had it too, tucked away for safe keeping.

His mama loved Leah. They both cried the day she moved away. Like Sam, she was a lovesick fool. His father lived in Tacoma and so his mama followed him there. They visited occasionally but it was not the same.

He has not spoken to her since he told her about him being engaged to Emily. His mama did not approve. He has not seen his mama since.

Nights like tonight though, he wished she were closer.

Instead he settled for the bar that was closest to Forks. He would drown his sorrows in Everclear. 190 proof. Only drink that would successfully get him blackout drunk.

Walking into the low light, smoke slinging' place he sat at the bar.

"Hey Sammy!" the bartender greeted, slapping down a napkin and putting a rocks glass on it. He proceeded to pour the elixir in the glass. "Where'd you find her tonight?"

"The docks," Sam said, slamming the drink. "Another and leave the bottle."

"You got it buddy," he said, pouring Sam another glass before setting the bottle next to it. "Who do you want me to call tonight?"

Sam swirled the glass in his hand in thought. "Same as always, Dick."

The bartender was Jared's father, Richard "Dick" Cameron. He knew about the wolves and the Cullen's. Him being on the council gave him that right. Dick knew all about Sam and Leah and felt bad about it. He was the only one on Sam's side.

"You know," Dick said, leaning against the bar. "One of these days that man is gonna end up kicking your ass."

"Fuck off Dick," Sam said, taking a sip of his drink.

Dick put his hands up and walked away.

Sam was on his third bottle when his head hit the bar. He did not know how long he was out for before he felt himself shaking.

"Hi-ya Pauly," Sam slurred.

"Sam," came a stern voice. Paul put Sam's arm around his shoulder, helping him to stand. "Come on, I need to get you home."

"But I don't wanna go home," Sam replied.

The drive back to Sam's place was silent. Just like the tears rolling down his face.

The car stopped and Paul helped him to the door, leaving just as fast.

"Sam is that you?" asked a voice from upstairs.

"Yeah Em, it's me," he sighed. "I'm sleeping on the couch tonight."

He did not hear what she had to say. The moment he laid down he passed out.