I walked passed a smiling Noah, sending him a small nod in greeting. When I stepped inside the prison building, warm air instantly hit me, making me smile and try my hardest to snuggle it in. A bag of food was in my hands and it was all for Sam.

After feeling guilty for lying straight to his face, I felt the need to make up for it. Therefore, I bought him various amount of snacks. He could have whatever he desired. 

I walked down the familiar route, heading towards my office. My eyes darted to the large clock hanging on the wall and grew a little worried when saw I was five minutes late. Hurrying my pace, I walked towards my office.

I had left it unlocked, so I was guessing Sam was already in there. Inhaling a deep breath, I turned the door open with my free hand, stepping inside. When I did, my eyes landed on a unreadable looking Sam.

"Hey, Sam." I chirped, closing the door behind me.

"I'm so sorry, I'm late. There was just a long line and I got held up. But the good thing is, I bought you more than one snack." I half-lied. There was a long line, but it wasn't the exact reason behind my late punctuality. 

I sheepishly glanced at him, his eyes were locked on me. His face looking flat and expressionless. I frowned, putting the white bag containing food down on my desk. His eyes followed my every movement, narrowed in an unwelcoming way.

"Sam?" I called, hesitantly walking towards him. His jaw ticked, yet he didn't say a word. I pushed up my glasses, stopping when I stood a foot away from him. 

"W-What's wrong?" I quietly asked. He slowly licked his lips, not saying a single word as he stood up. My brows furrowed as he slowly strode over to me, stopping when he stood a literal inch a way from me. I swallowed a shaky breath.

"Why?" His raspy voice questioned. 

"Why what?" I asked back, confused. He inched closer, pressing his forehead against mine. I was a little surprised from the sudden action, but said nothing.

"Why did you do it?" He growled, the noticeable anger building up inside of him. I swallowed a lump, that had managed to form in my throat. 

"D-Do what, Sam?" I whispered, his arms wrapping around the low of my waist. His grip tightened around my it.

"Don't play stupid. We both know what you're really up to in here." He lowly said, so deadly. I closed my eyes, swallowing the lump. 

"I...I don't follow what you're talking about. Tell me what I'm up to." I managed to get out. That's when he stepped back, running a hand through his hair.

"Fucking unbelievable," He humourlessly chuckled, glancing over at me with heated eyes. I stood frozen as he shook his head at me. Then, he suddenly stalked over to my desk, carelessly looking through the crowded desk.

There's no point in cleaning that desk up. It always manages to get piled up with files and paperwork.

"Sam," I called, when I snapped out of my thoughts. He looked to be searching for something, while I silently stood watching him. Confusion and a little bit of fear, bottled at the pit of my stomach.

"Fuck, where is it gone?" I heard him ask himself, lowly. 

"W-What are you looking for?" I softly asked, not wanting to anger him. He ignored me, continuing to search through the piles. Inwardly, I had a feeling what he was looking for, but I just prayed it wasn't that.

Suddenly, he stopped and realization crossed his eyes. He stuffed his hands inside his sweat pockets, fiddling his hand around in them. He pulled his hand out, a familiar looking yellow stickie note in his hand. I felt my heart drop as he walked over to me, his jaw clenched.

Normally, I would be finding his actions extremely hot, and would be taking my fine time to ogle it. However, right now, I had no time to be ogling anything. 

"What the fuck is this?" He questioned harshly. I nervously bit down on my bottom lip. He shoved the stickie note to my chest, staring me in the eye. Glancing down, I picked up the note from my chest, all whilst my hands shook. 

And exactly what I feared and stupidly left out in the open - he found.

The yellow stickie note containing both of his half-siblings name and number written down in black pen - he found it. 

I let out a shaky breath I was holding in. A bundle of emotions floated around in my stomach, but I was too busy inwardly cursing myself out.

How could I be so stupid to just leave it out in the open?

"Well, Belle? I'm waiting for a fucking answer. Because there's a lot of thoughts running through my mind and I don't want to jump to a conclusion, so tell me why the fuck you have my half-brother and sister's name written - as well as their numbers, which I don't even know how you got a hold of." He crossed his arms over his toned chest.

I nervously tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Look, I-I know it looks bad, Sam And it might sound bad and I know you'll probably get mad, b-but I only did it for you." I sincerely said, softly speaking to him. His eyes bored into mine, awaiting for me to finish.

"What did you do?"

I inhaled a deep breath, mentally wording what I was about to say to him. 

"I...I called your brother, James and we had a talk." I paused, swallowing.

"What did you talk about it?" He pressed.

"I, uh, I wanted to share some i-important news with him, so I suggested we meet up. And after some persuading, he agreed." I got out, feeling guilt flood me.

"I told him the truth, Sam. I told him it wasn't you who killed your father. I told him it was really your mother. I told him what he needed - should, know. The truth." 

A long weary silence waved over the air. He stared at me, his jaw clenched but not a single sound left him. 

"I-I got their numbers from your prison details. Mr Joan's agreed, but only because I nearly begged him to. I know it wasn't right for me to do and I probably should have not done it without your consent - but I did and...I'm not sorry for it." I truthfully told him.

There was a pause of silence.

"You're not sorry for it?" He asked in disbelief. I glanced away at the ground, hesitantly shaking my head, no. 

"I did it for you. For the justice you deserve, yet don't have." I whispered.

"You're not a murderer, Sam. You don't belong here, you never have. I did it simply for you." I softly said, hoping he would see my point of view. However, a humourless smile curled onto his lips and he took a few steps towards to me.

"You did it for me? Or did you do it for yourself?" He suddenly asked, making my eyes widen in confusion and surprise. 

"What?" I asked, lost.

"You couldn't stand the thought of your boyfriend being a criminal, locked in prison - that you just had to find a way to get him out, huh?" He arched a brow.

"It's not like that, Sam. You know it's not." I argued, inwardly so confused to as why he was reacting like this. 

"Then what is it like, Belle? Because to me it seems like you desperately want me out of here, just so you're not dating a criminal, am I right?" I raised his voice slightly. I frowned, my heart tugging in sadness and frustration.

"Where is this all coming from? You know it doesn't make a difference to me if you really were the one behind your father's death or not!" I fired back, only to be scoffed upon.

"You expect me to believe that, when you go all out your way just to prove that it wasn't me that did it. That I'm innocent and it was my dead mother's fault. If it honestly didn't affect you, you wouldn't be doing anything! Just admit it bothers you, Belle!" He yelled.

I swallowed, calmly inhaling deep breath. If he wouldn't stay calm, I would.

"Calm down, Sam. You're getting worked up over nothing."

"Why? Are you afraid I'll act out and hurt you? Murder you?" He hissed the last part. I closed my eyes, his words hurting my heart.

"And 'over nothing' she says - this is a big fucking deal for me! Not only are you so badly ashamed of me, but you get my half-brother who hates my fucking guts involved. Do you know how that makes me feel, Belle?!" His voice cracked.

"You never once asked me about my relationship with him, if he would ever believe I'm innocent or not. He hates me - fuck, loathes me."

"He doesn't." I quietly told him. His eyes left the ground and shot over to me.

"He believes what I told him, in-fact, he realized himself. He wants you out of here, just like I do." I told him, my voice barely audible. A scoff left his lips.

"Yeah, how'd you get him to believe that? Give him a good blow?" He asked, running a hand through his hair. A gasp left my lips as I felt my stomach churn from hearing Sam speak so harshly about me.

"Are you calling me a whore?" I whispered, my eyes wide in shock. He looked hesitant, before he shrugged with a curt nod.

"I wouldn't be surprised. After all, you are messing about with a criminal." 

That's when I felt a tear slip from my eye. His eyes were too busy focused on the ground to see the sadness he brought me.

"For your information, Sam Blake - I am not a whore. I would never cheat on you, especially with your big brother. And I would never hand out free sexual favours." I firmly told him, hearing a slight crack in my voice.

"Excuse me, but I care about you, a lot, that is. It doesn't matter to me if you were a murderer or not - it wouldn't change my feelings for you. Me informing everyone about your innocence is simply because I know you deserve the justice you have yet to receive." I said, feeling a few tears slip out my eyes. 

"So, I am so awfully sorry for caring that much about you." I choked out, turning my back on him to wipe my tears. I could feel his eyes locked on my back.

"Cut the act, Belle. We both know your real intentions were. You're ashamed of me, Belle. Just fucking admit it."

"I'm not ashamed of you!" I yelled, having enough of him saying that.

"I have nothing to be ashamed about! If I truly were, why on earth would I even agree to be your girlfriend in the first place?!" I fired back. He went silent, his jaw still clenched.

"I'm not ashamed of you, Sam. I never was and I doubt I ever will be." I let out what I was holding in.

"And you wanna know why?" I hesitantly asked. He said nothing, but his eyes trained on me gave me my answer.

"Because, I love you." I whispered.

"I love you, Sam. Somehow during the time we've spent together, you managed to make me fall for you. I never once thought about our situation and your position here, I simply fell for you. I fell for the fallen Sam Blake." 

A glint passed his eyes and his face softened slightly. Reluctantly, I took a few steps closer towards him.

"I'm not ashamed for you, Sam. I can't be - not when I love you." A weak smile etched onto my lips. He peered down at me, his jaw clenching and unclenching. 

"Belle I..." He trailed off, suddenly clamping his mouth shut. A little bubble of hope built inside of me and I awaited to hear him finish his sentence. However, he didn't.

 "I can't do this," He rasped, taking a step back. My heart dropped.

"W-What do you mean?" I whispered, afraid to hear his answer. He rapidly shook his head, his eyes wide and his jaw clenched again. 

"I can't do this anymore, Belle. I can't be with someone who constantly lies to me."

"I'm not lying." I calmly told him, holding in the frustration I felt. He stayed silent, before he suddenly turned on his heels. His back faced me, a hand on the doorknob.

"Where are you going?" I managed to get out, yet my voice cracked. His entire body tensed, but he didn't turn around. 

"Away from here. From you." He mumbled the last part, but I heard clearly. That only added onto the heart I was feeling.

"Fine...Does this mean we're over?" I forced myself to say. There was a long pause, yet he didn't say anything.

"I need to go." He lowly said, and without hesitating, he turned the door open and stormed off. But not forgetting to close my office door.

The moment he stormed out my office, I let myself break. The tears that managed to build in my eyes - finally ran free.

"Thanks, Daniel." I whispered, taking the tissue he kindly handed me and dabbed my watery eyes. 

"You're welcome, B." He softly smiled, taking a seat across from me. It had been four hours since Sam had stormed out my office and I was constantly worrying about him. He just wouldn't leave my mind, especially after all those hurtful words he had said. I just hoped he had just said them out of anger.

"So, what exactly happened?" I heard Daniel asked, making me snap out my thoughts. I sighed, sinking down in my seat as I thought back to it.

"We had an argument." I grumbled.

"Okay, sweet. Elaborate on that please," He pressed. I sighed, shaking my head, feeling myself childishly pout.

"And we both said some hurtful things...well him mostly, but I just us to make up and go back to being happy!" I burst out into a fit of tears, carelessly letting them slide down my face. Daniel sighed, shooting me a sympathetic look as he pulled out a tissue packet from his pants.

"Here," He pushed them over to me, yet I didn't make a single movement.

"H-How is he?" I desperately asked. Daniel froze, surprised from my sudden question. He glanced around, eyeing the table awkwardly.

"When I go to close his cell, he's normally more...energetic. But, he, uh he's not doing well either, B." He said, making me cry only more.

"I don't want him to be sad," I whispered and before I knew it, Daniel had embraced me into a hug. I cried into his shoulder, allowing all the emotions to be set free. 

I just wanted my Sam back.

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Trouble in paradise - am I right? Aha, I'm such a bitch. But what do you guys think? Only six chapters left! I'm sad about this coming close to its ending, but excited to start my new book. Anyways, what do you think will happen? And who's side are you on?