Words hurt

The school year is starting soon for Samantha and I. It starts this week actually and I can't deny that I'm terrified.

Being in a building with so many other giants and giantesses with different personalities is not something tinies look forward to. It terrifies the hell out of us since the owner can dress the tiny in whatever they want as long as it's school appropriate. The good thing is no one is going to bring a naked tiny to school.

I bring up the subject of school because I'm watching Samantha try on her new school uniform. It came in the mail the other day. Samantha didn't look too excited when receiving the package. No one would be excited to be reminded that summer is almost over and school will be taking your freedom away.

"This better fit me this time," Samantha mutters.

I watch with a dazed smile across my lips. "What if it doesn't?" I ask, my eyes grazing over her exposed body. I'm not concerned with the uniform fitting Samantha if you haven't noticed.

Red and gold look good on her I can tell you that.

Samantha looks at me. "Then you can keep staring at me like eye candy." She retorts flatly.

"Eye candy," I pop back into reality. "I'm not looking at you like eye candy. I'm looking at you like I'm the luckiest girl in the world to have a hot and cute girlfriend."

Girlfriend is still an odd term to use. We show each affection like we are a couple, but we haven't agreed on anything like that yet. So is it wise to call us girlfriend and... girlfriend?

Samantha buttons up the last two buttons that cover her cleavage and sighs with relief. "It fits."

She had completely ignored me. It hurt my feelings because she didn't hear me.

"Yay, it fits," I say sourly.

Samantha pinches her brows together. "You're just upset you can't stare at me anymore."

"Oh, you heard that but you didn't hear my compliment earlier?" I grumble, resting my chin on my hand.

"What did you say? What was your compliment?" Samantha asks.

"I said you're beautiful!" I yell with annoyance. "There! Did you hear that!"

Samantha presses her lips together and whispers quietly. "You're beautiful too, you know."

Her tendering whispers eases my anger and a relaxing wave washes over me. "Thank you," I say then pause silently. "I'm sorry for staring at you and made you think I was only staring at because you were eye candy."

Warm hands surround me and I'm scooped up and off the dresser. "It's fine. I'm used to people staring at me like that, but falsely accusing you is wrong. I'm just so used to it that I thought you were doing it too."

I scratch the back of my head. "To be honest, I kind of was staring at you weirdly."

Samantha giggles. She probably picturing me drooling over her or something like that. "You were staring me like you are in love with me."

I smile. "Was that kiss the other day out of love as well?" I'm only poking fun.

Samantha becomes shy and looks away, flushed. "Yes."

I didn't expect a real answer though. "Oh, well... thanks for the love. I'll find a way to repay you."

"You can repay me by being cute," Samantha responds. She brings me close to her face and pokes her nose into my stomach. "Can you do that for me?"

I bring my arms up and try to hug her back. "I promise."

She hums and puckers her lips and begins to shower me with kisses. I giggle feeling the soft red lips smooch me.

"I love you," She whispers softly still kissing me with tenderness. "I love everything about you."

My heart lights up. "I love you too."

The door swings open. "Samantha, have you- Oh, my!" Willow barged in unannounced.

Samantha quickly pulls away, shock and fear all over her face. "Mom!"

"I'm sorry sweetheart," Willow starts off. "I didn't mean to come in and distract you from... whatever it is you and Caesar are doing."

"What do you want!" Samantha cries out in panic. I cover my ears to keep them from bleeding.

Willow blinks. She's surprised to her daughter's panicked cries. "I came up here to check up on my daughter and to see if the uniform fits."

Samantha looks at Willow, mouth closed into a thin line and a hint of anger in her golden-brown eyes. "You came all the way up here to check on me?" She asks breathless and bewildered.

"Can I not check up on my only child?"

"Get out," Samantha responds without a care of what her mother has to say to her.

Willow's kind-hearted expression breaks down to a sad frown. She walks out and that makes my heart burn for Willow. I'd reach out for Willow if I could, but I can't. The reason why I'd do that is probably that I yearn for my own mom to return to me one day, but she's gone on to the next life.

Once Willow has left, Samantha releases the tension that has held onto her body. She also releases a heavy breath of air from her lungs.

"The hell, Sam." I say, "Your mom can't worry about you?"

Samantha frowns. "She wasn't worried about me in the last four years and change does randomly happen overnight, Caesar."

"I call bullshit," I respond with a bite in my tone. "She's your mother and I'm one hundred percent sure she's been worried about you since she's stepped out of this house."

"How would you know? You don't know anything about our relationship." Samantha snaps back.

My heart is pounding with anger, ready for the onslaught of a shouting match between the two of us. "I know she cares enough to give up her life's work to come and make sure you're okay and well and healthy!"

"Why do you care about the way I treat my mom?"

"Because you fucking have a mom and I don't!!! Not anymore!" I scream with all my might which shuts Samantha up. "Because it's not fucking fair!! I'd kill to have my mom back! Hell, I'd kill to have a normal life again! And here you are bitching about how bad your life is and miss-treating a mother who truly cares about you is unfair! Guess what, Samantha! Life's not fair! I know from personal experience."

It's as if I had poured all my anger into that outburst. I wish I did, but I'm glad I didn't. The look of sorrow and raw emotion on Samantha's crumbling face makes me I wish I could take it back. All of it. I went too far and the tears on her face prove it.

"You... Don't..." Her trembling lips part as she tries to respond, but nothing comes out. All she can do is collapse at her desk, letting me roll out of her hands and hide her face behind folded arms that rest on the desk.

She sobs loudly, not even trying to hide the pain that as formed in her gut and heart. She's like a balloon and my words were the sharp dart that popped her.

How could I let my emotions get out of control like that? Why do I let myself go so far? Why don't I have better self-control?

"You... don't under... you wouldn't understand." Samantha croaks out between hiccups.

"How can I understand if you never tell me what's wrong, Samantha. If we're going to be in a relationship then we need to communicate with each other." I say, clenching my teeth to hide the throbbing pain in my foot and leg. "And... neither of us are doing a good job talking things out."

"Caesar, I don't..." Samantha swallows her words and the aching lump in her throat. "I don't want to talk about it right now. I'm n-not in the best mood."

I clench my jaw to keep the words on my tongue from falling out. It's not because I'm angry, but because I'm well aware of the situation now and I'm keeping myself from prying. I've already made her cry twice now and I don't need to add anymore crying on top of that.

I release a heavy sigh. "When will you be in the mood?"

Samantha swallows hard. "I... don't know." She stands up and wipes the tears out of her eyes. They're red and puffy and the look makes my heart hurt. I did that to her. "I need time to think. I'll tell Daniels to keep an eye on you while I'm gone."

"Gone? Where are you going?" I ask, panicked. She can't leave me. Please take me with you, Samantha. Please don't leave me!

"On a walk," She responds, walking away and slamming the door behind her.

The cracking wood hurts my ears.

"Sam?" I mutter. The silence of the room is void of warmth and care. I try to make the situation more light, but it only makes things worse. "You forgot to change out of your uniform!"

There's no reply.

I sigh, rubbing my cast covered knee. "Please come back."