SAMANTHA’S POV

I held my breath as Lucas spat out hurtful words, "Stay away from me," he said. If it was easy I'd get up and walk out of the door without giving it a second thought. But, it wasn't I couldn't lift myself up from the bed. So, I just watched him. He withdrew from me and straightened himself.

"If you would just speak up and stop acting like a…cowards," I mumbled the last word.

He growled, "You think I'm a coward?" He thundered. I looked at the door and feared for our secret, he was losing his mind but there was so much we… he would lose if someone walked through that door and met us in this situation.

I shook my head, "No, Lucas I don't think you're a coward I-"

He cut me off. "You what now," he scoffed. "You want to go all decent and act like you're the victim?"

I was the victim. Lucas was pushing me too hard. I wanted to get angry at what he just said. No, he wasn't the victim I was. He came home drunk last night and I watched over him. And last night, when he puked on the bed as soon