Disclaimer: I only own Samantha and Laura, no one else. Though Jeff owns me.

Samantha Ryder sat on the park bench the cool December air chilling her to the bone. She reached behind her and pulled her bag off her back. She winced as she turned, remembering the bruise that covered her ribs. She looked at the contents that lay on the bench beside her as she emptied the bag. Her mp3 player, a needle full of morphine, a picture and a blade lay in her lap. She looked at the picture as she scrolled through her mp3. She found the song she wanted and she cried as she whispered the words. Watch Me Bleed, that song had become her life's story. Everyone she knew had watched her sit back and self destruct right before their eyes, but no one did anything to help her. They all stood back day after day, month after month, year after year and watched her bleed.

She thought he was different. He had loved her, and she had loved him. He had made a promise; and just like the rest, walked out on her. She remembered that night, it was the night it all went dark.

-Flashback-

She ran almost three three miles to get to him. She couldn't take it anymore. Her father had once again allowed his best friends to use her, abuse her, and throw her away. She was Adam's little sex toy, just a play thing for fun. Chavo, used her as a punching bag. The worst for her was Curt, his wife Laura couldn't get pregnant, so he was determined to have a baby, using the poor sixteen-year-old as his way out. She was helpless. She couldn't fight back. She had cerebral palsy, a physical disability that forced her to use forearm crutches to get around. So for the men that her father called friends it was fairly easy to take advantage of the poor defenseless girl. That particular night Adam had his way with her and ran off to return to his family. As soon as she new her father was asleep she ran. She ran as far as she could before clasping less than a mile away for his home. She pulled herself together and ran the final few hours bringing herself to his front door. She threw herself at the door sobbing as she began to pound on it.

"Jeff, open the door please!" she begged.

The sound snapped him out of his trance as he sat at the table drawing, a young girl knees drawn up to her chest, weeping. "Sam?" he called to the door. "Is that you?'

"Jeff please let me in!" she begged.

He ran to the porch lifting the young girl into his arms. Her carried her into the living room laying her on his couch. She shook as she sobbed, latching onto him as he tried to pull away.

"Please don't leave me." she cried. "I need you."

"Shhhh, I'm not going anywhere, it's okay, I'm right here." he whispered. He pulled her into his lap and she buried her face into his chest. The nineteen-year-old blond had cared for her night after night. So many times he had held her there in his arms as she cried. She would lay there for hours and cry, begging him not to send her back to the hell that she called home. "Who was it this time?" he asked.

"Adam." she sniffled. "Same as normal."

"Did he hurt you?"

"No more than normal."

"What do you mean?" he asked raising her chin until their eyes met.

"At least he wasn't drunk this time." she said. She turned her eyes away from him as she leaned back into his chest. "This wouldn't happen if momma was still alive." she said.

"I know Sammy, I know; but we can't decide when we want to go and when we don't." he said.

She smiled as he spoke. Jeff was wise far beyond his years. Though he had know common sense he always knew just what to say and when to say it.

"Sammy, we need to talk," he said sitting up and helping her do the same.

"What's going on Jeff?" she asked.

"I got my contract, and I start to wrestle soon." "I leave in three days." he said.

"Your leaving me!" she screamed. "You can't leave me, you can't leave me with them!"

"Sammy, I'm sorry, but I promise you this, I will be be back for you."

That was six years ago.

So it's just a start but let me know what you think. How should she react when Jeff returns? Give me your input.