Ginger Snaps - Haunted

When Brigitte didn’t kiss back, even after a few seconds, Sam pulled away. He tried to look her in the eyes but she wouldn’t meet his. Sam cupped her face in his hands and tried to force her to look into his eyes, but to no avail. She simply closed her eyes.
“Rabbit?” Brigitte didn’t respond. Sam dropped her face and ran his hand through his hair. He didn’t know what to say, or what to do. Brigitte wasn’t moving at all, the only sign that she gave that she was still there was a small sob. The second the sound left her lips, she fell quite again. As much as she liked Sam, as much as she loved him, she just couldn’t bear the idea that someone loved her. She couldn’t quite believe it.
Hours seemed to pass in complete silence, but really, it was barely minutes. Finally Sam could take it no longer. Something needed to be said!
“Brigitte... I... I ... I don’t know Okay!” He mumbled, shouting out his last word in frustration. “I wish I knew what to say to you, I really do!” Sam had to fight very hard to keep his voice calm and rational, but it was a struggle. Especially when Brigitte showed no sign that she could hear him. “I don’t really understand what I’m feeling Brigitte.... God this is so hard... I’ve never... never felt like this before. Never. Not about anyone. I don’t understand it! I don’t know what to do with myself when I see you because you are all I ever think about, so, when I see you it’s... I don’t know... awkward because I feel guilty for thinking about you... And I can’t stop thinking about you Brigitte, I just can’t...” Sam barely paused for breath as he ranted. Brigitte did nothing as he spoke, but it was obvious she was listening. Sam studied her face carefully as he got his breath back, but her facial expression never once changed. “Say something to me Rabbit! I just poured my heart out to you!” He cried. Finally Brigitte reacted, she started to shake her head. She looked up into Sam’s eyes and glared.
“No... no... you don’t feel anything for me Sam... I’m just the damsel in distress... you. Want. To. Rescue. Me! I don’t need rescuing!” She cried out harshly. Sam’s eyes widened at the tone of her voice, but he did not falter in his attempt to win Brigitte over.
“You’re not the damsel in distress, you’re... Well I don’t know, but you’re not that! The damsel in distress would not have come to me in an attempt to find a cure, or any of the things you did! The damsel in distress would... I don’t know cower in her room and hope that it’s all a dream!” Sam said, talking quickly in his attempts to reason with Brigitte. Why couldn’t she just see sense and realize that someone other than her sister cared about her.
And that someone cared enough about her to love her in a way that no one had before...
“Well maybe I should have done that!” Brigitte cried out. “Maybe then, none of this would have happened!” Sam laughed at her response. He couldn’t quite believe she had said that. Sometimes he really did question her intelligence. “What now I’m just a joke to you!” she screamed. Her face was bright red, but not with anger, with embarrassment. She felt so stupid having such a senseless argument with Sam. She knew she felt the same way, and on some level she knew that Sam really did feel something for her. Rather than continuing to have such a pointless argument, Brigitte groaned out in apparent anger, and threw herself on her bed, where she proceed to pull the covers over her head, giving her the chance to ignore Sam. It was childish and she knew it, but right now, it seemed like the only solution.
Sam on the other hand panicked. Had he somehow offended Brigitte? Was it something he said or did? Cautiously he moved over to the bed, were he sat at the foot. He placed his hand on the small of Brigitte’s back, so lightly Brigitte probably didn’t realize it was there.
“I’m sorry Brigitte! I really am. I don’t know if I’ve offended you of what! I just... can’t help the way I feel...” Sam whispered. He was able to keep calm now, simply out of fear that he would again upset Brigitte. Brigitte said nothing. “Can you forgive me Brigitte, and can we forget this ever happened?” Nothing. “Please?” Still, Brigitte said nothing. “GOD-DAMMIT BRIGITTE DO YOU CARE ABOUT NO ONE’S FEELINGS BUT GINGERS!” Sam screamed. He stood up and stormed around the room, hitting his balled up fists against the wall again and again until he had calmed down.
Brigitte waited until he had calmed down before she pulled back the covers. Her glare could have shot daggers through solid cement.
“How old are you?” she questioned. Sam looked at her for a few seconds, his face a picture of confusion, before he answered.
“What the hell does that have to do with anything?” he questioned, his tone of voice resembling that of a student who had been asked a question to which he did not know the answer.
“Just tell me,”
“I’m 20, I’ll be 21 at the end of January,” Sam said with a shrug of his shoulders. He still had no idea what Brigitte was getting at.
“I’m 15!” Brigitte cried, he voice now angry and bitter. “You wonder why I don’t care! Because I’m disgusted.” Brigitte immediately pulled the covers back over her head.
“Come on Brigitte... that’s only like...” he paused to count in his head.
“6 YEARS!” Brigitte cried out after what seemed like too long to answer such an easy question.
“Well... five and a half...” Sam said, as if half a year made all the difference. “Come on Brigitte, when my folks got married my mom was 23 and my dad was 35... that’s 12 years! 6 is nothing!” Sam pleaded.
“But I’m 15!” Brigitte cried out from under the covers. Sam groaned.
“I don’t care!” He cried. But he paused and realized what his words must have sounded like to Brigitte. “I mean... the age doesn’t bother me. It’s you that I care about!”
Brigitte slowly pulled back the covers. She stared at his for a few seconds before she found the courage to answer.
“You’re a cherry hound,” she stated, her tone suggesting that her words finished the conversation in her eyes. Sam again laughed, but stopped when he saw the expression on Brigitte’s face.
“Where did you hear that?” he asked, guessing that Trina had something to do with it. Trust Trina to ruin his chance’s with Brigitte... even after her disappearance.
“Does it matter! It’s what you are! And why you want me. You feed me all that bullshit to get me into bed!” Brigitte yelled.
“I’m not a god-damn cheery hound! Believe me Brigitte!”
“I don’t”
“Then tell me where you heard that!” Sam demanded, his anger on the verge of going into overdrive.
“Trina Sinclair okay! The girl you fucked once when she was still pure, the girl you dumped once she was tainted!” Brigitte said. She was surprised at how calm she was being. “She told me that for once someone should not give you the satisfaction... Well I’m not going to give it to you Sam!”
“It’s not like that!” Sam protested.
“You like fucking virgins!” Brigitte cried.
“Yeah and you like killing them!” Sam screamed without thinking. “Trina Sinclair, you just said it!”
“Trina Sinclair wasn’t a virgin, you made sure of that!”
“Yeah? Well maybe that’s because I was too stupid to wait for you...”