sammansonrepilica & Fantasma29, hope you enjoy it. I will also be posting this on another site with the graphic parts that I plan to leave out of this version. Thanks for adding this to your alerts.

ShadowDragon357, yeah she does, not always, but hey it wouldn't be fun without a little angst.

Her husband was brought in with the aid of several of his staff, the men working slowly to move him into his room as his mother buzzed around them with commands to hurry and to be careful. As everyone rushed around him Sam didn't move, her spot in the chair permanent as she watched them move him away from her.

"Mrs. Francis," came a soft voice to her right. Sam blinked before looking to meet the eyes of a concerned looking maid, the small white girl holding out the phone. Amethyst eyes met green ones as the maid pushed the phone forward. "The Lady has requested for you to notify the doctor of the Master's injury." Sam nodded even as she knew that the Lady had probably commanded this task to be done. Taking the phone she watched with sick fascination as another staff member cleaned up the small puddles of blood from the white tiles of the dining hall. Dialing the number to their doctor she continued to watch the blood get smeared in circles.

Am I bad for wishing he would die? she asked herself after hanging up with the doctor who promised to be here in minutes. I would be fr- Her train of thought was interrupted as she looked toward the letter before her. She wouldn't be allowed to leave now, not with her husband being incapacitated at that moment. I need to leave. Standing up she headed for the door, the afternoon sun hot on her cold skin as she felt her small frame begin to shake. As the birds chirped outside the door the small raven haired woman watched as an expensive looking black car pulled up the drive, the man behind the wheel the doctor she had called just moments before. As soon as the car stopped the older male rushed forward, but stopped short when his eyes fell on Sam, her skin so white she appeared grey.

"Mrs. Francis, did I not tell you to rest the last time I was here?" he inquired, his concern evident. She waved him off as he tried to check her pulse. Pointing toward the area where wails of sadness were coming from and when several staff members were running to a from she told him that her husband needed his aid. Though the doctor hesitated he did leave her. "I will be back," he warned as he headed down the hall. Sam nodded, her mind numb. She was never going to leave this place. She would be stuck with her mother-in-law and if her son failed to live from what could be a fatal injury then she would blame Sam. The small raven haired beauty would be forced to be a widow for forever, never allowed to move on.

Looking toward the door she waited for the exit of the doctor, her mind running wild all sorts of thought on how this could end. It didn't take long, an hour at the most, before the doctor left the room and came over to her, the sounds of her mother-in-law crying out in anguish.

"Mrs. Francis, your husband has suffered a tremendous blow to his bottom half and will never be able to walk again." Sam nodded, her mouth unmoving as she had no words to say. "He will require a lot of attention, but in your current state that is something you can not give him even at your mother-in-law's insistence. I have given her my opinion and although she wishes for you to stay here she will allow you to take a trip away from it to recoup. In that time I suggest that you rest and eat right. Get yourself back on track." There was no mention of coming back and she knew he was thinking that she shouldn't. The man before her had known her since she had been a babe, hell, the man had been there when she was born so he knew that she was suffering mentally under the thumb of the elder Mrs. Francis. Nodding to her he left just as said woman exited the room her son lay in.

"The doctor has once again informed me that you are still looking rather peaked and would have me send you away to rest. I am afraid that he has pointed out the danger you could put my son if you were to assist in such a ragged manner so I will allow you to go to your aunt's home to check up on her, but do as the doctor wants and rest. I want you coming back ready to do your wifely duty." With that the older woman walked away. This was her chance! Sam could leave and she would never have to return, but then she felt it, that knowledge that she would indeed have to return because her mother would come looking for her. Heading for the table she grabbed the letter, the paper crumpling slightly as she looked down at it.

I am coming.

The next day found her ready for travel, her bags packed light and her expression grim as she tried to hide the excitement she felt at finally leaving the one place that had caused her nothing but misery. Walking into her husband's room she expected him to tell her not to leave as his mother had done, but it was the exact opposite.

"So you're finally fucking tired of me, huh?" he spat, his anger making him turn red even as most of him was still pale from the loss of blood. "I knew that you would find a way to leave me, but you can go because I don't fucking want you here anyway!" That was shocking to hear because as much as he disrespected her and hit her he had never told her to leave. All this time he had forbade her from leaving and now he was kicking her out.

"I am o-"

"Shut up! You mean nothing to me, Samantha! I only married you per my mother's wishes!" That shocked her even more, her words silenced by his words of hate and anger. She could tell by the gleaming of his brown eyes that he hated her. "I wanted nothing to with our marriage, but I married you and when you still failed to produce an heir for my family I knew I had made the wrong choice." That one stung. It wasn't clear who had the issue with producing a child, hell, it could be either, but he continued to claim it was her.

"Joshua," she began only to be cut off again. She wasn't sure why she needed to fight this. Him telling her this made her sure their marriage would be over soon. Being a divorced woman was horrible, but at the same time she was sure she would be happier. He reached over to the side of the bed where his nightstand was, the lamp that had once been there gone.

"I have been meaning to give this to you for a while now," he said as he pulled out some papers. "My mother was always around though and so I didn't wish to burden her with this, but now I can." He handed her the papers, the ink on them dry so she knew it really had been a long time since they had been written up. Looking at them she realized it was an annulment. He was throwing their marriage out to the world as being non existent. She looked to him for clarification even as she knew that he was setting her free. It was a joy more than a shock, but she still felt it. "Sign them and don't come back." Sam wasted no time taking the pen from his trembling fingers as she signed the document.

Saying nothing she left the room, her wedding ring still on her finger as she hustled down the hall. She didn't see her mother-in-law as she exited the house before heading for the car that waited for her. She didn't look for the older woman either as she hopped in the back of the car, the plush leather seats already heated from the sun. In fact, she didn't look up at the large house as the car pulled off, her eyes on the ring still on her finger with the knowledge that it might take a minute for the divorce, no, the annulment, to be finalized, but from this moment she was free to do as she wanted.

It took a few hours but soon Sam found herself on a ferry, the car left to her per her soon to be ex-husband. She took a deep breath as the ferry moved across the large body of water that separated her from her destination. Her aunt lived relatively close and yet it took a day to get there. The Francis' had lived in Chatham-Kent and her aunt lived in Amity. Looking out at the water again she found her mind going back to what had transpired and the fact that he had really let her go. Something was nagging her in the back of her mind, something wasn't right. Shaking it off she headed back to the car where she laid down to nap, her dreams full of monsters and demons that taunted and frightened her.

When she awoke two hours later the small woman found herself still exhausted, the nightmares refusing to let her sleep decently. Looking out she saw that they were drawing close to the other side of the lake, just a matter of minutes from the dock. Crawling out of the back seat she sat back down in the driver seat. Those next few minutes were spent looking over the map to ensure that she reached her aunt's home.

As the boat lurched to a stop Sam started her car and waited for them to give her the go head to leave the large ferry. People walked by her on their way to their own vehicles. As others started their car around her she again felt that nagging sense that something was off.

Shaking it off once more she drove out behind the other cars on her way freedom and she was going to enjoy it.