Re: Log: Meredith/Sam
[If only she had been able to make it to the door. If only.
But the shove came first, then the words that wobbled with the tears, and the bar started to quiet down as people turned to stare, to gawk, at the show that was going on. Her jaw went tight, her cheeks flushed from the drink. She didn't say anything at first, and she wished she could just let those words roll off her back, but they didn't. No, they sunk in deep, just like everything Cris had to say, just like everything everyone seemed to want to say to her about how horrible she was, about how awful she was, and she was beginning to think that maybe they were right.
She turned, head canted to the side, a brow raised at everything that was falling from Sam's lips.] You done? Hmm? Or do you have some more things you want to shout at me while crying? I'm sure you can put on a good show for all the people here, if you like. But if you touch me again... [The words trailed off with a purse of her lips.] I told him I wouldn't fucking talk to you, but you and that asshole you're with are making it hard to do. So keep your hands to yourself and just like I told him. Fuck. Off.
[There was an anger there that wasn't like Meredith, something that had been heated up with the booze and the emotions rolling through her. She didn't recognize it, even, because anger wasn't something she knew, wasn't something she was familiar with. She was smiles and laughter and sweetness, and yeah, she could be sharp and mean, but anger? That wasn't something she knew, and it was unfamiliar then, rolling through her veins and making her face all hot and red.]