Title: I Will Survive
Author: whatchasayiin
Disclaimer: Still on the wishlist
Rating: R – rape and violence, etc.
Summary: Samantha gets raped and has to deal with the aftermath, alone.
Author's Note: I got this idea from Rosalie... or more like her brother. Wrote it a long long while ago and decided to finally post it since I have more than a few chapters done already. I hope you enjoy it, I'll probably update frequently (like I'm known NOT to do) with the chapters that I have (: Thanks a bunch to Carol for the title.
Another warning in case you didn't catch it:
WARNING: RAPE
Prologue
His strong hands were running under her shirt stopping at the bra line, only to unhook it. She tried to shrug it off, to fight the hand off of her.
"Please," she pleaded. "Stop."
The man just shook his head. No. He wasn't going to stop. It was a trait that he got from his father and passed on to his son, once he starts, he never stops. Besides, why would he want to? There was a struggling beautiful young blond in squirming under his body, begging him to put her out of her misery. Not the way he intended, but put her out of her misery all the same.
She looked up at him knowing he wouldn't. She has dealt with him before, they all have. Of course, it was never in this situation. As his hands continued traveling along her naked body stopping at places to grasp and enjoy, she just closed her eyes and let the tears all fall down as she waited for it all to end.
"Sam," Martin said gently trying to wake her up from the nightmare that she was having. Tears were falling down her closed eyes as her body trembled with horror. He only hoped that even in her dream he was there to save her, that she would know that as well. She's been pushing him away for weeks already with him asking her every single moment what was wrong with her. She wouldn't tell him though, she would shake her head and brush it off as nothing. A very Samantha thing to do.
"Please..."
The word died on her lips as she opened her eyes and immediately sat up only to find Martin there sitting up next to her rubbing her back to comfort her and pulling her to him. She shook her head though. She couldn't take being next to somebody. Even if that somebody was only there to comfort her, to give her strength especially now, at times that she needed it more than anything. She wanted so bad to not feel that way, especially about Martin, but her current situation says otherwise. Every time he would touch her she feels the hands of the other man, the arms of the other man.
"Please don't," she begged moving away from his grasp.
"What happened Sam?"
"Nothing," she replied wiping the tears that were still falling out of her face.
"It was just a nightmare. It wasn't real."
It wasn't real if only repeating that mantra over and over again would make her believe it. She knew that dream was real. Martin tried to pull her stiff body closer to his in hopes to sleep, and as the goosebumps went up and covered the length of her body, she knew it was real. There was no point in dismissing it as a figment of her running imagination, when in all truths it wasn't. It would've been so much easier if it was. But it wasn't.
"Sleep," Martin muttered to her kissing her neck on last time.
She closed her eyes and followed his command. Sleep. It was the last thought in her head as another tear rolled down her cheeks and sleep overtook her bringing her into her dreams of fairytale endings.