Chapter One: Clean Up

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"What did you do, Mercy?" Sam could barely choke out, as Mercedes hovered at the front door. Her hair matted down from the rain. Her bottom lip encased by her teeth with worry. Her midday manicure chipped and marred with dirt and blood. The latter, Sam prayed to God was hers and not someone else's. A terrible thought, but his thought, none the less. Her dazed state halted the blond's urge to run to her, and envelop her, and comfort her.

He tried again, "Mer—Mercedes?" This time he eased towards her. He shook off his blazer and came towards her like a matador as he cloaked her with its warmth. She shivered profusely; hugging herself with the jacket's lapels in her clutches.

Sam finally got a good look at the bruises forming around her neck, purpling under the silver locket he'd given her at dinner last night. He grazed them as he went to cup her cheek. Trying desperately to get a response.

"Baby, I need you to talk to me… please."

Tears streamed down Mercedes' face as her words broke through. "I didn't mean it. She said you were gonna leave me. I didn't mean it, Sammy. I'm so sorry."

"What did you do?"

"She said you were gonna leave me. That I was wor—worthless. Th—th—that she could make you happy. Could she have made you happy, Sam?"

His heart broke at the disquiet in her voice. Its usual sweet melody rasped away by lengthy sobs and wailing. Sam shook his head fervently. "Never. How could I be happy without my heart, love?"

Mercedes needed to hear that something awful, as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She sank her face into his chest, trying to get as close to his heart at physically possible, and he welcomed it with equal intensity.

Sam peppered light kisses in her hair. Each adoring peck punctuated with the utterance of "You're my girl."

"I'm your girl," Mercedes muffled into his button-up.

Sam pulled her back to hear it again. Mercedes sniffled, "I'm your girl."

"Damn right."

Sam placed a tender kiss upon his girl's luscious pout, which Mercedes soon transformed into a full assault of his full bottom lip. She nipped and licked and sucked herself a path towards reassurance. Each kiss assuaging the pesky corners of her heart and mind spinning with uncertainty, until there was no room for doubt.

Stepping backwards towards the couch, Sam fell into a seat. His nimble hands instinctively grabbed her waist on his way down, forcing her to gladly straddle him. The couple's hands reached their favorite destinations: Hers softly fingering the soft golden hairs at the nap of his neck, while his hands found the fullest part of her ass.

Sam tugged up the hem of her scarlet sundress, causing Mercedes to wince in pain as she lifted up her arms in deliverance from the damp fabric. His eyes grew wide at the full revelation of the marks and bruises covering her body. The scratches above her left breast. The fist marks on her back. The possible bite marks on her right hand, not from his and hers usual displays of uncontrollable passion. Someone put up a fight. Before Sam could say anything, Mercedes kissed away his concern. "I'm okay, Sam. I'll be just fine."

"This is not okay, babe."

His brow furrowed. Just thinking about the cause of those bruises, and a silent prayer that the phrase 'You should see the other guy' would not find their way into this situation, Sam's hands retreated from his love's behind, and laced his fingers with hers.

Kissing her knuckles, he pleaded, "You can't keep doing shit like this."

Mercedes nodded, "I know."

"I mean it, Cedes."

"I know, Sammy. I know. I just… I don't wanna lose you." She tucked in the corners of her mouth, ready to be chastised or scoffed at or whatever it was her Sammy was going to do to her in the moment. For all of the strength that she displayed outside of that room, she found herself defenseless in his arms. Never questioning the power that he had over her, but aware that it was a power to say the least. A power. A magnetism. A down and out compulsion driven by idolatry, which did make her wonder if she could claim he felt the same pull towards her.

Sam breathed in her scent, huffing into her collarbone, "I'm right here, love. I'm not going anywhere. You hear me?"

Mercedes finally shied away from his penetrating gaze, too intimate for even her to handle. To which Sam cupped her chin.

"Look at me."

Mercedes relented. Her brown doe eyes peered up at him with innocence and longing through her blunted bangs.

"You're not gonna lose me. You can try all you want, but you're stuck with me."

Sam gripped her in a deep and desperate embrace, silently weeping into her collarbone. Mercedes caressed his back with sweet, calming circles, ever so often, allowing a "shh" or "My Sammy" to murmur into the blond tuffs of hair beneath her grasp. Sam's tonguing of her neck's wet, salty skin soon glided into a light nibble of her shoulder.

Through the darkness, Mercedes needed to see his eyes. Those green orbs whose warmth always seemed to give her comfort. Palming Sam's forehead, she swooped his short tresses back and reveled in their clarity. She knew she had nothing to worry about, while Sam brushed Mercedes' kiss-swollen lips with his thumb. Her mouth opened for its entry, innocently sucking on the member as if it were her own thumb she was deep-throating with urgency.

Mercedes reached behind her and unclasped her bra, with Sam's enlivened, pale hands promptly yanking down the straps in assistance. He nuzzled his face into her ample bosom, feeling at home to the sound of her rapid heartbeat. He cupped her right breast, and tonguing its fresh scratchmarks. Mercedes yelled at the sting, propelling her to slowly grind into his lap. She felt the bulge beneath his zipper come alive, and a need to feel him inside of her. The final bastion towards contentment.

One of Sam's hands found its way between his woman's thick, brown thighs, pushing aside her lace panties. He reluctantly released his thumb from her mouth to swipe his fingers across her moist slit, landing on her throbbing clit. Mercedes shivered at the touch, gripping his shoulders to remain steady as Sam slipped two digits inside of her. Slowly plunging in and out of her to elicit her tortured moans of pleasure. With her eyes shut so tight, Mercedes saw colors beyond the black and white shadows of the storm through the window, but the red and purples and blues of rapture.

Sam spurred on her pleasure, "That's it, love. This is all for you. Take it."

And she did.

Leaning her head on his shoulder, Mercedes murmured wildly into his neck, thankful for his gracious touch and the fact that it was meant for her. However, as the third finger entered her and curved upwards, those murmurings altered into unruly howls goaded by the doting pinches of her clit. Mercedes cried against Sam's mouth in reverie, riding his fingers until she reached her release; rivaling the rain with its blissful clamor. Sam continued to stroke her little bundle of nerves as her essence trickled down his forearm. With her eyes glazed over and her mouth agape in a lustful pant, Mercedes croaked out, "Sammy, you're my king."

Sam took his fingers from inside of his lady's cordial walls to caress the apple of her cheek. Her cream mingling with her bashful rouge, and rested his forehead with hers.

"You're my queen, love. Always."

His lips parted for a passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled in a rough dance for dominance. Mercedes grew tired. When he felt her breath even, Sam laid Mercedes length-wise on the couch, resting his jacket on top of her placid body. A gentle kiss to her forehead and Sam headed towards the door. He jiggled Mercedes' keys with the gold heart keychain out of the lock, and tried his best to softly close the door behind him. A useless feat with the piercing thunder underway.

The loud patter of rain eclipsed by the mechanic whirrings of the garage door opening and closing. The town car looked pristine thanks to the rain's baptism. The interior, the same. Sam's hand shook slightly as he unlocked the trunk. He let out a deep, disappointed sigh as he studied the mangled body sprawled atop the spare tire. He swept the long blonde hair out of her face, revealing her blue puckered lips and the silver chain dangling out of them. With a ginger tug, Sam pulled the chain out of her mouth, and on display was the full silver locket he'd given her at lunch that afternoon.

"I'm so sorry, Quinn," Sam whispered futilely in the young woman's ear.

Out of inclination, Sam went to the workbench, retrieving a tarp and some rope. He'd done this before, but not in such a time crunch. He took his time as he laid her down and wrapped her body in the tarp. Tying her up with the Cubs Scout knots his dad would be so proud that he had remembered.

Mercedes always gushed about how beautiful the lake looked at night, with the moon bouncing off of the water. And with the sky finally clearing up, Sam could not help but pause and agree. This would have been a great spot to propose to Mercedes, after a romantic candlelight dinner. A stroll through the park. Getting down on one knee on the dock. Then, happy tears illuminated in the pale moonlight. She would have eaten that shit up. But alas, once again, they had to find another town to call home and fast. And Quinn's body wasn't getting any lighter in that rowboat.

Once in the middle of the lake, Sam gave one last pat to her body in remorse and shoved her over the side. One good plop and she was drifting towards the bottom. "She deserved better than this", he thought as he rowed his way back toward the dock.

Sam returned home to discover Mercedes already nestled in his favorite bathrobe, nursing a cup of tea. Her hair up and her face bright, as if free from any horrible thoughts or impulses.

"You feeling better?" Sam inquired.

"Much," Mercedes chirped as she hopped off of the couch to greet him with a loving kiss. Sam licked his plump lips at the taste of honey from her mouth.

Mercedes took his hands and led him to have a seat, swiftly resting her legs upon his lap. With his arms wrapped around her, and Mercedes' head nestled against his chest, the moment felt deliciously domestic. That is until Sam palmed her thigh where bruises were still fresh, and the reminders of the evening were still very real. He did not want to know the details. He just wanted his girl to be all right, and at the sight of the luggage against the coffee table, Sam knew that in the morning, everything would be just that.


I know this story was super random, and kinda short. It was just in my head. Again, if you liked it or hated it write a review, PM me or totally ignore me, that works too. I actually prefer that. :)