The Heartbreak Factor - Part Four

This part will be from George’s point of view. 

Grabbing my car keys off the counter in the kitchen, I looked into the hallway to see Sammy making her way down the stairs. It hurt me to see how much pain she was in - not just emotionally but physically too. She tried to hard it the best she could but I knew how much pain she was in from the stitches. It didn’t help that she refused to let anybody else help her out. Just yesterday she took on the task of cleaning the house until every room was spotless. I guess it’s her way of dealing with everything that had happened. 

“I’m off to the studio then gonna do some shopping,” I called as I walked into the hallway and peered around the lounge door to see Sammy looking out the drizzly window at the garden. “Do you want anything?” 

“How about a body that doesn’t keep killing babies?” Sammy asked. 

I couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. She looked back at me with the same emotionless glare on her face that she had had for the past week since losing the baby. 

“Sammy, it wasn’t your fault,” I sighed, walking into the lounge and putting my hands on her shoulders. “The doctors said both times that there was nothing we could do. We should know a bit more when the results of the post-mortem come back.” 

Sammy shrugged her shoulders - something else that had become her constant attitude since being discharged from hospital. 

“Are you going to be okay? I don’t mind staying at home. We could have a movie day,” I suggested, hoping that Sammy would say ‘yes’ - I didn’t really want to go to the studio, especially since the boys didn’t know what had happened yet. 

“Mhmm,” she nodded, not paying any attention to me as she began to pick up Katy’s toys that were sprawled all over the living room’s floor.

“You didn’t even listen to what I said,” I paused. 

“I did. You asked if I was going to be okay. You said you didn’t mind staying at home so we could have a movie day. Right?” she snapped. 

I nodded, defeated. 

“So are you going to say sorry?” 

“Sorry,” I shrugged. “I’ll see you later on.”

“Okay,” she nodded coldly. “Have fun.”

Retreating out of the room before Sammy had another chance to cause some more friction between us, I got my coat off the bottom of the bannister in the hallway. I didn’t want to be mad at her. I knew how hurt she was. I wanted to be there for her but the further I tried to pull her towards me, the further she was pushing me away and there was only so much I could do. I was hurting too. 

“Bye,” I called back before opening the front door and disappearing out of the door. 

*

Locking my car back up as I walked into the studio’s entrance, I sighed quietly to myself. None of the boys had any idea what had happened. I couldn’t bring myself to tell them and Sammy wasn’t in any mood to talk to anybody about anything, let alone what we’d gone through. Sammy’s mum, who had been an absolute rock to both of us since it happened, offered to tell our closest friends but we both decided it should come from us. 

“Alright,” JJ smiled as he carried in a guitar into the reception area from the storage room. “You’re a bit late.”

“Sorry,” I apologised, still in a bit of a daze. 

“Don’t worry about it, man.” 

I nodded as I put my bag down on the sofa. 

“What’s up?” Jaymi asked, walking into the room to join us, sipping away at his coffee. “Katy poorly again?”