Samuels P.O.V
"Crybaby...", George said to me. That word....that's what HE called me. I raced to the bathroom and locked myself in HE couldn't hurt me in here. I leaned against the door and the waterworks began to flow. I cried over HIM and George. I cried over the pain: physically and emotionally. The memories all flooded in of that night...the alcohol on his breath...me screaming and crying...."Crybaby"....the marks.....everything. George knocked on the door quietly.
"In sorry for yelling...my dad...he called me....and", his voice trailed off. His voice was a bit squeaky. He stopped, saying or doing anything. I felt someone lean against the door on the opposite side. I couldn't stop crying. The tears just kept coming. I heard George mumble something, his voice shaky
"I-Im sorry I-I made you cry. I always mess things up..."

Georges P.O.V
I could hear him crying, it made me want to cry. I held it in so I could,stay strong. I just messed up one of probably only friendships. If only my dad didn't call, he made everything worse. If only...I looked at my phone. It was a message from Sam. When did I get his number? When did he get mine? Doesn't matter at the moment. It read:
_Don't be sorry, I'm just kinda emotional right now. Its not your fault, the cuts may be but this isn't._
_What did he mean the cuts are my fault? Please tell me how you got hurt_
_Ill tell you once I calm down._
_Okay_
He was in there for an hour or so before I heard the cries stop. Thank god he stopped.