Note: No one is romantically involved in this story, but Dean and Haley have a past where they were more then just friends. A past that is referenced throughout the story.
Warning: This story does deal with some very tough issues. Issues of abuse and if thats not your thing don't read this. This story will be very dark and angsty. It's possibly the darkest thing I've ever written, but I really tried to approach it with brutal hoensty.
Possession: I'll Take Your Breath Away
Dreaming comes so easily Cause it's all that I've knownTrue love is a fairytale
I'm damaged, so how would I know?
I'm scared and I'm aloneI'm shamed and I need for you to know
It was a tragedy simply put. A combination of random unforeseen events that shattered everything it took a lifetime to build. One night of terror wiped the slate clean. Wiped away everything they had ever known, known about each other, known about themselves. That's where the journey starts. The journey to discover the truth. A truth so ugly and devastating it threatened to destroy them all. This journey will tests the limits of loyalty and friendship. A journey that tests the very definition of what family means. That tests the limits of what a relationship can stand before crumbling. Tests the limits of what a person can stand before becoming totally redefined. One night destroyed it all, but it's the journey that determines if they can ever come back.
Five months of searching culminated in one pivotal stake out just outside a quiet little diner in no name middle America. The brother's sat inside the trusty Impala, eyes glued on the building in question. One person in mind, one person they were searching desperately to see. Haley had been missing for five months. She had vanished into thin air like a bluff of smoke after a demon riding Sam's body had taken her hostage in her own home. No one had thought the moment was as meaningful as it was, because Dean saved the day like he does so well.
Rescued her, and beyond getting knocked around a little which wasn't the first time for her, she was no worse for the wear, or so they thought. But their illusions had been proven startlingly wrong when her father Bobby had come home after a hunt, and found their house empty, desolate of any signs of Haley. He had instantly called the boys, her best friends since early childhood. So certain in his heart she must be with them like she had many times before. Hell, he and John had practically raised the kids together. It wasn't out of place for her to leave with them.
When Bobby received word Haley wasn't with the boys, that's when fear stopped his heart cold. That's when he knew something was wrong, terribly wrong. The search began immediately, the boys working alongside Bobby, lead for lead. All parties frantic with finding her. Everything stopped, suddenly Sam and Dean didn't care Sam was immune to an unknown demon virus, YED's plans for him and the children like him, their father's dying words of warning. Suddenly nothing mattered, but finding Haley and getting her back alive. She had never done anything like this before, and the fact that she did screamed louder then everything else ever could that something was unmistakably wrong. No one knew she had her reasons. No one knew it was her choice to run.
It was a warm spring morning when a solid lead surfaced. Haley made the mistake of using a name Dean remembered her making up a long time ago. The brothers didn't waste a second before hitting the road and chasing down the lead that felt so promising in their hearts.
That's how they found themselves here, when they could have been a million other places, when they could have been saving other lives.
It had been hours before a figure finally left out the back of the diner, long sweater wrapped loosely around her as the figure glanced around cautiously at her surroundings.
"That's her!" Sam hollered with the adrenaline of the moment as he sat up higher in his seat with her image in site. His hand reached out to smack Dean's arm and catch his attention as if his alarmed voice hadn't done the trick.
The brothers watched silently from inside the Impala as she quickly scurried up tall metal stairs lining the back of the diner before unlocking a door and disappearing inside. The shock of seeing her again was indescribable after looking for her for so long.
Like an orchestrated dance, Sam and Dean open their doors simultaneously, and climbed from the car in unison. Their legs moving in long strides, their steps quick as they march up the stairs until they find themselves right outside her door.
There's a moment they wait, a moment of preparation, a moment to compose, a moment before Dean raised his closed fist, and pounds hard on the door twice.
They stand there, the lowering sun on their backs as an anxiousness fills their hearts with the sound of her feet moving toward the door on the other side.
The door swings open as they come face to face with Haley, their life long friend, their family in every way that counts, seeing her for the first time in five months.
"Hey there, Sweetheart." Dean announces himself, his trademark sexy smirk lathered across his face aiming for her.
The brother's watch as her beautiful relaxed faced instantly contorts into surprised panic with the site of them. Easily revealing they were the last faces she thought she'd see. Her pupil dilating on contact. Then she does something neither of them ever expected, she slams the door shut in their faces.
Sam and Dean exchange a silent look before Dean's fist pounds loudly on the door once again. "Come on, Hales! You've already been found out! We're not leaving!" His deep gritty breath hollers, trying to reach her through the wooden door.
His words barely have time to finish before her response sounds loud and clear.
"Just go away!" Comes firmly through from the other side, her adamant voice easy to detect. Her stubborn streak in full force.
"Sorry, you know I can't do that." Dean called back his tone steadfast, with a quick shake to his head before he turns to Sam. He'd never admit it with words, but he's been a nervous wreck these last few months without her, and there wasn't a chance in hell he was walking away now.
"Bring the kit?" He questions low on his breath so Haley wont know of their next move.
Sam nods silently before handing over a small black, zip-up case to his big brother standing beside him. Normally Sam would be the voice of reason, advise on a gentler approach, but his heart is franticly beating in his chest over Haley. He's never gone this long without hearing word from his best friend and the sick feeling in his gut tells him something is terribly wrong.
Dean's quick with his tools in the lock, it comes from years of practice, and John's vigilant training. He picks her door in seconds flat.
Twisting the knob, he places a flat palm on the wooden slab, Dean slowly pushes open the front door. "Honey, I'm home." His sarcastic voice calls in warning.
The brothers barely make it two steps inside before they notice Haley standing across the room from them, shotgun pointing bulls eyes upon them.
"Get out." She's not screaming, in fact her breath is eerily calm, but the tone of her words, and the look in her eyes makes it abundantly clear she means every word. It takes every ounce of strength in that moment for Haley to summon the strong girl she use to be, the one she still wishes she was.
Dean fights to not reveal the surprise on his face that he's feeling inside with her order. She's never pulled a gun on them before, she's never completely shut them away, not ever. "Glad to see you haven't lost your edge." Dean mocks smoothly, same smirk upon his lips as he tries to calm her down. Bring Haley back down to earth. Bring back the girl he knows and loves.
"Hales, we just want to talk." Sam pleads with her. Pleads with the girl who's been his sidekick since he could remember. The girl he's shared his deepest secrets with, as she has too. The same girl his heart is aching now to comfort whatever is tormenting her.
Haley's eyes shoot to Sam as he speaks, the gun swinging his way. Something close to terror fills her honey eyes as they land on him.
"I said, get out!" Haley hollers frantically at him. Her eyes piercing into his own as her voice finally raises in a way she's never spoken to him before. She can feel her heart pounding so hard she wonders if it will just give up and stop at any moment. This is the first time she's seen him since it happened, laid her two eyes upon him. It's not what she expected it would be like, but somehow this felt worse. Felt worse to look into her best friend's eyes, know it's him, see it's really him, and still be so scared she can hardly breath.
Distracted by Sam, in a second Dean steps to her, and snatches the gun from her. Her eyes fly back upon the tall sandy blonde as she feels the gun rip from her hands.
"Never take your eyes off your target. That's training 101." Dean reminds her with a quick arch of his brow before he tosses the gun to the floor. Keeping his approach light until he can figure out what's going on, because as he sees the fear in her eyes a chill in his heart tells him something is unmistakably wrong.
Eyes locked with the panic in her own, Dean takes a step toward Haley. Trying to reach out to her, only to watch her move one step back. "Hales," His crisp breath softens as his hands slowly reach out for her.
Her breath grows heavy and rapid as he nears. Her head shaking from side to side in protest as her hands shoot away from his unwanted advance. There's safety in Dean's eyes, a safety she's spent her whole trusting, but Haley doesn't want this. She doesn't want him here. She doesn't want his help. She can't bear the thought of him discovering the truth. She can barely handle seeing them here without completely falling apart.
"Dean," Sam's voice speaks up, sounding with caution. Telling his brother to pull back, take it easy on her as his whiskey eyes stare upon her in stunned disbelief of what he's just discovered.
Dean's heated glare shoots his brother's way for explanation as Sam delivers the news Dean has yet to notice. "She's pregnant." Sam revealed quiet and heavy on his shocked breath. His sensitive whiskey eyes focused, and unwavering upon the swell of her belly poking out beneath her shirt, revealed past her open sweater meant to hide it.
Dean's emerald orbs turned back to her in a flash. His gaze instantly dropping to her belly that was so clear to see when he bothered to notice it, before his eyes rise back up to meet her orbs. Disbelief heavy in his gaze as a twinge jealousy stung his heart that she had been with someone.
"So that's why you ran? Got knocked up by some bar back after a one night stand and didn't think you could face your dad?" He's questioning her seriously, but his true feelings seep threw as a hint of sarcasm laces his words as if he's chastising her.
"For once in your life Dean just shut your mouth." Haley warned him with a heated venom on her breath, a fire burning in her eyes as they held his emerald pair. So strong and enraged it took Dean by surprise. It took every ounce of strength Haley had not to slap him across the face. His accusations beyond offensive after what she had been though, but Haley had to remind herself, he didn't know that. He had no idea what was going on, and even though he'd never admit it, there was moments she got the feeling he still had a thing for her.
"Hales, we're not here to judge. We just want to help." Sam's sensitive eyes reached out to her, his tone calming as he tried to reach his best friend behind the shield she had placed up in between them. A guard he had never seen her put in place before. A guard that told him she was in deeper trouble then she's ever been.
As her eyes shot to Sam a chill ran down his spine with the terrified panic that filled her orbs as she looked at him. It was a look Sam had never seen her give. They had been through a lot over the years together, but not once had she ever looked at him in such a way. It practically pierced him inside and broke his heart.
"I don't want your help. I want you both to leave, now!" Her voice rose with demand as her limbs began to tremble. Haley felt a panic attack beginning to summon in her body as her eyes held Sam's, as her secret came to light. It was pathetically tragic and she knew it. Here he was, her best friend since childhood. A guy she shared her first kiss with, her deepest secrets with, spent countless nights nestled beside him in her bed talking until they passed out, and now… Now she couldn't even look at him without feeling like she wanted vomit.
Healing comes so painfully And it chills to the bone
Will anyone get close to me? I'm damaged, as I'm sure you know
I'm scared and I'm alone, I'm ashamed And I need for you to know
Haley's breath grew involuntarily rapid as if she couldn't catch it. Anxious panic swept through her limbs like a wild fire as Haley felt light floating air rush to her head. Her stomach muscles began to spasm under her body's strain and revolt.
Reaching out for her desk, Haley closed her eyes as she leaned her weight against it trying to steady her breath, trying to calm down. Her other hand coming to rest on her belly as she fought to keep it together for the baby inside. To not put undo stress on it.
Watching her begin to falter from the stress both brothers raced for her aid, but Sam was the first to touch her. The biggest mistake he made all day. As soon as his hands landed on her, Haley instantly shot to life like a bat out of hell.
"Don't touch me! Get out! Just get out!" She snapped, screaming at him as she jumped away from his touch as if it burned. Her hands clutching her protruding belly as Haley fought to catch her heaving panicked breath. Her stumbling feet rapidly moved backwards until she hit a wall with a loud thud and was forced to stop in her retreat.
That look was back in her eyes, eyes that were now full of tears as they met his gaze, and Sam felt a sick feeling assault his gut. She looked like a wild animal under attack. Like she had just see hell itself breathing down upon her.
Sam's head cocked to the side in confusion, as his puppy dog eyes teared up. This was personal. He was certain of it now. Whatever was unveiling in her horrified eyes, in her trembling, fleeing body it was because of him. Sam stood there numb in shocked silence. "Did I do something? …What did I do?" Slipped heavy off tortured lips, vulnerability hung in his eyes as they gazed upon his broken best friend.
The look in Sammy's eyes was devastating. It sent shivers rippling all over her skin as her heart broke in her chest for a new reason. She didn't want to hurt him, she didn't want to fear him, or blame him, and yet in that moment she felt helpless to stop either. Her best friend was now her greatest nightmare too.
Her lower lip began to tremble with the heavy weight on her heart. Her honey orbs fell closed, shutting him out as the first of her tears slipped free down her face.
"Please just go… Please." Her trembling broken voice begged him as her arms wrapped tightly around herself for a comfort she couldn't get from anyone else now, because touch still had a way of hurting instead of soothing.
Dean had seen enough at that point. He had no idea what was going on and by the hurt look etched on his brother's face he could tell Sammy didn't have a clue either, but he also couldn't help but be concerned for Haley. She was pregnant, and the very sight of Sam seemed to be making her come undone. "Sammy, go wait in car." Dean's breath was heavy with worry as he ordered Sam out, his piercing emerald eyes pinned his little brother.
"What?" Sam questioned in disbelief as if he was being punished for a crime he didn't commit.
Seeing that look in Sam's eyes, the one that pleaded he was innocent forced Dean to elaborate. "Just give us a minute." Dean pressed, his approach softening as he tried to make Sam see he wasn't blaming him, this was about finding out what was happening to her.
Sam stood there for a moment, his wounded puppy dog eyes glued to his big brother's as if pleading for him to believe his innocence's, before silently nodding with understanding and he sullenly turned to leave.
Taking slow cautious steps toward her, Dean made the first move. Stepping close to her, just steps away. Her eyes still tightly closed, as her arms clung around her, her breath shot out in rapid bursts as if it was taking everything she had just to hold it together. Dean's heart broke with the sight. They had seem some tragic things together over the years, beheadings, ghoulish creatures that would put fear in the strongest man's heart, butchered mutilated bodies. You see a lot growing up when you're raised by hunters, but not once in all that horror had he ever seen her respond this way.
Through all the battles and freak show sights, not once has he ever seen her look this way. Like a broken, wounded animal cowering for it's life. That wasn't who Haley was, she was strong, fearless, and feisty. Not once has Dean ever seen her look away from the carnage. One of the things he found sexiest about her. She could play with the big boys and beat them at her own game. To see her this way told Dean something bigger then even his mind could imagine had to have happened to wash away everything that made her, her.
Gently Dean's callused hand reaches out and finds her damp cheek. Haley flinches on contact, her eyes shooting open, hitting his with the nerves blinding in her pupil. Her hand reaches up, and grips onto his wrist, trying to tug him free from her, because even Dean's touch panics her at this moment.
"It's me, Hales. It's just us." His gritty thick breath whispers soothingly to her as his unrelenting eyes try to tell her he's here for her. That she can trust him like she always has, because he's never hurt her, and he's not going to let anything happen. In that moment as he sees the fear in her eyes, Dean's heart splitters further apart. Even after all this time he finds himself still crazy about this girl in so many different ways. She's the part of his life he can never live down, never move past, that one special girl that got away. She can make him weak like only Sammy can. To see her now, barely recognizable, it was devastating.
Her grip loosens on his hand as the look in her eyes tells Dean she's surrendering to him. To everything she holds in him, trusts in him. She's coming back from the edge of whatever she was dangling off of just moments ago. He's bringing her back.
A reassuring grin lifts the side of his mouth as his thumb softly strokes her cheek, wiping at the stains her tears left behind. That look in her eyes he saw just moments ago, it summons something inside Dean, he has to fix it, make it better. Their eyes locked for every movement. Slow in his approach as not to startle or rile her back up, Dean leans in, and places his full lips upon her forehead. Her body trembling with the comforting touch. Pulling back slowly Dean meets her eyes, eyes still on alert, but reaching out to trust a soul she knows is worthy of it.
"What happened? What's going on?" His husky breath whispers, his eyes locking with her own just inches away.
Dean was making her feel safe in a way he's always done so well. He was like a big brother when she was little, only to become her hero as she got older. There's safety in his eyes, security in the way they never looked away, even if his closeness is testing her strength. But his justifiable question is her ultimate undoing. Knowing the answer an onslaught of memories rush her mind like a tidal wave. Of her screaming cries, his hot musky breath, the weight of his body crushing upon her, the moment he took her soul.
Memories that strangle Haley's breath and flips her stomach. Memories not even Dean's love and safety can banish or subside. Even with Dean's comfort softly stroking her face, Haley found warm fresh tears slipping from her eyes at a rushing rate. Like a flood unleashed from her orbs sent on a race down her face.
The sight of her rapid tears caught Dean off guard and felt like a swift unforeseen sock to his gut.
"Hales?" His weary breath questioned her as it begins to crack. Showing the first honest signs of the fear building inside him. A fear her bursting tears only amplified. He was now more worried then ever over what had happened to her.
A gasping breath shuttered her chest as Haley broke down in his hands. Her eyes fell closed as she dove against his chest, the first real comforting embrace she's allowed herself to have with someone who matters since it all happened. Her hands clutched widely at Dean's solid shape as her face buried deep into his strong chest, needing him in that moment like she's never needed him before.
Dean's strong arms wrapped tightly around her, bracing them both. With his returned support he felt a sob choke out against his chest, followed by another as Haley fell to pieces in his strong arms. Fell to pieces in a way Dean's never seen her do before, not when she talked about her mom dying, not when Sam took off for college, not even when his dad died. He had never seen her like this before.
Fear burned wild in his heart in that moment. His level of alarm raising yet again today, topping off at it's peaks. This wasn't just anyone to him, and she was shattering like a piece of glass in his arms. That was something Dean would never forget. This moment, with the feel of sobs against his body, her dead weight in his hands as if she can't stand, the vibrating sound of her hysterical tears. He'd never forget any of it.
"It's ok… I got you… I'm here now." His husky breath soothed her as he held her with a loving embrace that promised to not let go until she was ready. That made a promise to fix this, fix her at any cost.
With his patience and consoling Dean eventually got Haley to calm down. The sight of her flowing tears, the sounds of her choked up sobs, none of it was lost on him though. Dean's heart demanded to know what was going on with her. What had happened, because something tragic had clearly happened, and the wondering was killing him.
His arm wrapped securely around her, Dean helped Haley over to the couch, even though she insisted she could do it herself. Taking a silent, but heavy seat beside her, his emerald orbs were hot upon her even before his butt hit the cushions.
"You gotta take it easy on yourself. Gotta think about the baby… or, something like that." Dean's words started out strong, but frizzled out as he realized he wasn't sure where he was going with this. The word baby in reference to Haley still found a way of sticking to his tongue, and leaving a heavy feeling in his heart. He knew he held no claim on her, but the realization she was involved with someone enough to be having a baby with them jabbed at him where it hurt.
Haley didn't look at him as her hands wrung with nerves in her lap. Only her voice picked up, filling the room with sound, acknowledging his advice. "I don't know if I'm keeping the baby… I'm thinking about giving it up." Her voice is quiet like a whisper. The uncertainty easy to detect, but there was something else on her breath too. Something heavy Dean couldn't quiet pinpoint or define.
Her words were unsettling to say the least. From the moment he realized she was pregnant Dean assumed that's why she ran. Too ashamed to face Bobby and them, she decided to raise it off on her own, but Dean could see now he really had no idea what was going on. Reaching his limit on the guessing game, reaching his limit on stunning blows, and everything feeling upside down, Dean cut to the chase.
"Haley what's going on, and no more run around." He pushed for the truth. His heart held sympathies for what she was going through, but that same heart needed to know what the hell was going on with her, enough was enough. She needed to throw him a bone here.
There's mending for my soul, An ending to this fear
Forgiveness for a man who was stronger
I was just a little girl, but I can't go back
Haley's hands knotted tightly together as her breath picked up. She never wanted them to know. She never wanted anyone to know. Least of all Sam and Dean. That's why she ran. She couldn't face them knowing the truth. She could hardly face the truth herself. She and Dean had always been close friends, family in a lot of ways, and there was even a time they danced around the edge of the boundary of friendship and more. The thought alone killed her to have to tell him this. He mattered to her, in a way she still loved him, always would.
That's the biggest reason she ran, but they found her, he found her, and her life long friend was now asking her for the truth. She knew she couldn't keep it from him any longer. Her heart raced with the impending moment and possible reaction he'll have as she sucked in a deep rattled breath, and told the truth about what was going on for the first time.
"The baby is Sam's." Haley didn't look his way as the words slipped quietly off her breath. She couldn't, she didn't have the nerve to see the look on his face when he heard her. Knowing it would hurt him in more ways then one.
Dean heard Haley just fine and yet couldn't help but feel certain there was a loss in translation. His ears ringing with her sharp words. He could have sworn she just told him she was carrying his brother's baby, but that was impossible, Dean was certain of it. His eyes narrowed in on her as his head cocked to the side. "Come again?" His deep voice practically scoffed.
A heavy sigh left her breath, Haley knew he'd be this way. She was at least thankful he wasn't yelling or cursing, but that was still to soon to rule out considering he still hadn't let himself believe it.
"You heard me." Her voice grew stronger this time, bringing home her point, as her hands finally stopped fidgeting in her lap, but her eyes never found them his way. She didn't want to repeat it, because it wasn't as simple as she was making it out to be, but every story has to start somewhere.
There's a choking thump that forms in Dean's thought. Something close to jealousy and shock, though he'd never admit the first part. They were ancient history if you could even call it that, he had lost his chance for something more, but the thought never crossed his mind Sam would be the one to slip one past her goalie. Not on a cold day in hell did that thought ever seem possible. Dean coughs loudly trying to clear this throat before attempting to speak.
"When did you," He stumbles over his own words before attempting again to get it together.
"When did you and Sammy…" He can't even say it. It's not that he's tongue tied, never Dean Winchester, but his mouth does seem to be having a problem forming the words properly.
Dean has never been known for his tact. Sensitivity, that was Sammy's thing, and he was the crowned champion at it, something that came naturally to him, but today it was Dean sitting next to her on this old lumpy couch. Dean she was having to tell this to, and she knew this wasn't easy for him, but it wasn't easy for her either. Knowing what she'd have to tell him next, Haley wasn't sure she could do it. Her stomach was twisting in knots, growing more nauseated just thinking about it.
She'd never explained what happened out loud. It had always been a secret, something she ran from, but the moment had come to face the truth, and see that it was real in a way that her growing belly reminds her every day. Haley feels a panic begin to fill her heart as she fights to hold back the rush of memories waiting just off the bay.
"Think back five months ago… When Sam took me hostage… When he was possessed…" The words slip disjointed off her breath as she fights just to keep inhaling and exhaling steadily. Haley tries to be light on the details, because her memory is cruel and remembers every single one all too painfully intricate. He doesn't need the gore to know what she's saying.
Dean's shocked silent as he stares at her blankly for a moment. Emerald eyes blinking, but the rest of his face is stone. He knows exactly what night she's inferring. Sam had taken off from Texas for two weeks, a demon riding pilot. It all culminated when Sammy showed up at Bobby's and held Haley at knife point when he couldn't find her old man around, threatening to kill her if Dean didn't shoot him first.
It had all ended well Dean had thought at the time, well enough all things considered. They exorcised the demon from Sam, none of them had died, but looking at Haley now, for the first time ever, Dean began to realize they hadn't all come back the way he thought they did. His heart began to pound something fierce in his chest as the implication of her words began to take hold. The heavy, life altering implication.
"What are saying?" He asked her point blank, unable to even let his mind wander where it was so clear it needed to go.
She was holding it together by a thread, a thin unraveling thread. Tears were already burning with the urge to form, but Haley wouldn't cry, not now. She needed to get this off her chest in one piece. Now that she started she saw how badly she needed someone to know, know the truth, her truth. Even if that someone didn't like what he was hearing. Sucking in a sharp breath for strength, Haley forced herself to finally look at Dean. Knowing he'd see the truth in her eyes if he wanted to try and deny it on her breath.
"Don't make me spell it out… please." Glistening tears lined her wounded honey eyes as they held onto his emerald pair. Begging him to listen to her, believe her, even if the truth hurt. As she braced inside for him to look at differently. To see her differently because of this. A thought as torturous as her confession.
"No," slipped breathless off Dean's numb lips with the shock of the moment. A moment he didn't want to believe. Anyone else sure, he would take Haley's word in a heart beat, but Sammy. Believe that Sammy could forced himself on anyone, let alone Haley. Dean knew what Haley was to Sam. Sam knew what Haley was to him. Dean knew his little brother inside and out. It felt impossible in his heart. This couldn't be a reality.
Holding his eyes, Haley nods silently, because the look in his emerald orbs steals her breath. It breaks her heart and not even just for herself. To see the look in Dean's eyes as he faces the truth. An ugly, brutal truth she can hardly face every day. In her love for Dean it injured Haley knowing how badly this would hurt him. That she would have to inflict this pain upon him too. She knew that Sam meant everything to him.
His head shook lightly in protest. Not calling her a liar, but somehow certain the facts still had to be wrong. "He couldn't," Dean whispers strongly, because his gritty breath can't muster the strength to get louder. The look in her eyes, Haley's beautifully tragic eyes he loves so much tell him it was true. Something so horrific he wouldn't imagine it on his worst enemy. Let alone entertain the thought Sammy could be the perpetrator. He practically raised that kid. He knew he wasn't capable of it.
Haley nodded with confirmation, a sad grimace on her face, because it killed her to know it was Sam. That was the hardest part of trying to deal with what had happened. Knowing it was her best friend's body used against her, to violate her, that was the hardest part of it all. A single tear slide down her face as her tortured breath shot off her lips in heavy burst.
"You're right… He couldn't… but the thing inside him did." Her words were broken, final, and terrifyingly true. This was the part she couldn't seem to live with. This is why she had run. If it had been a stranger maybe her heart could cope a little easier. If it wasn't her best friend's baby growing inside her maybe the conflict over whether or not to keep it would have been easier. If it hadn't been a friendship she built her life around maybe it wouldn't be as devastating to know what she's lost. But it was all those things and more… It was undeniably Sam, even if it wasn't really Sam.
I didn't say all the things that I wanted to say
And you can't take back what you've taken away
'Cause I feel you,
I feel you near me
"Damaged" Plumb
Note: So what do you think so far? Too much? Does is belong in the Non-Daley section? I'm dying for you thoughts.