Fifteen minutes passed. I hadn't heard anything from outside the bathroom and inside the bathroom all I could hear were my own constant sniffles and my tears occasionally hitting the floor. The amount of times Sam had made me cry was getting beyond ridiculous now. Everytime, I thought he'd learn that the way he handles things isn't the way I like it, but no. He doesn't learn.
Another five minutes passed, and a knock on the bathroom door occured. I decided to ignore the knocks, but they wouldn't stop.
"What?!" I shouted.
"Billy, have you calmed down? Please open the door" I heard Sam say. "I'm sorry okay, I shouldn't of gotten angry like that. It was a bad mistake."
"You're not sorry though" I shouted again, still very upset.
"Believe me Billy, I am." He did sound rather sincere.
Whet
