Meanwhile, Mount Zonah…
"I don't know… and honestly, I don't care where that son of a bitch has fucked off to." Carly says… which resulted in a hard slap across her face from K8lynn, Johnny running over and pulling Carly behind him.
"K8lynn-" Johnny says.
"Where the fuck is he?!" K8lynn demands, Carly stepping out from behind Johnny and all of her repressed anger exploding.
"Oh, forgive us if Trevor's whereabouts are low on our list of priorities after he kept Immy chained up in her house for a day and a half! Immy's your friend too and yet, you side with your lunatic fuckbuddy!" Carly says, a mix of sarcasm and anger after K8lynn had shown up and asked where Trevor was.
"I understand you're frightened after finding her chained up and smacked around a bit-" K8lynn starts to say.
"Smacked around a bit?! Her right arm is broken in five places! Her arms are child size, K8lynn! Add severe dehydration and starvation onto that! All I had said two days ago after he found out about Sam and Sammy becoming closer was that he couldn't do a damn thing about it, it's their life… so he left without another word. And then we find out that he went batshit and tortured Immy! She's never done anything to him so you know what I did when he just casually walked through those doors?! I told him exactly how I feel and what he can do after what happened!" Carly shouts, her voice breaking halfway through and her violet eyes bloodshot from a severe lack of sleep. "Why are you asking where he is when she almost died because of him? Why?" She asks as she tried to stop the tears.
"Because I figured he needed to know." K8lynn says, carefully handing the paper in her hands to Carly, who closed her eyes to try to calm her nerves.
"Look at her… look at our best friend. Do you honestly think you and your baby will be safe around him? Immy sure as hell isn't, none of us are." Carly says after opening her eyes, folding the paper and handing it back to K8lynn… who saw bruising on Carly's left shoulder.
"You really should get that checked." K8lynn says.
"Johnny put it back in its socket, just like he's done countless times whenever he or one of the guys dislocated their shoulders… it's nothing we're not used to." Carly says, K8lynn knowing that the instinct to build the wall back up was there, which happened after all her emotions built and blew up. "And you didn't need me yelling at you, I'm sorry." She says, K8lynn seeing the red mark and pulling Carly into her arms.
Opening her eyes, Immy focused her attention at the news report Franklin was absentmindedly watching.
"Is that… Full Sail University?" Immy asks, Franklin jumping out of his skin when he heard her voice before turning around and pulling her into his arms, the two hugging. "How long have I been out?" She asks.
"Too damn long, Immy… too damn long." Franklin says, the two kissing.
Orlando, Florida…
"You really should get that arm checked out." Finn says as he noticed once again that Amanda was rubbing her right shoulder on the drive home.
"Just an old injury that kind of drives me nuts when the temperature starts to drop or when it's storming." Amanda says, Finn knowing that while what she said was true, she had also smacked her right shoulder hard against the concrete when he pulled her out of the way of Trevor's truck.
Her shakiness was also worrying him and he knew why… both had seen bloodstains on Trevor's shirt.
"That blood isn't his… someone's either severely injured, dying somewhere or dead…" Amanda says, Finn lightly rubbing her left shoulder to comfort her even though he was the one driving.
And because of it, things nearly turned fatal.
Amanda's sharp, startled scream forced him to slam on the brakes as someone had ran right out into traffic and slammed their hands onto the hood of the Altima. Unbuckling themselves and getting out, the two walked over.
"Are you okay?!" Amanda asks.
"Y… yeah, I'm fine…" The girl, no older than 20 says, stumbling back slightly and trying to carry on the direction she was going, clearly disoriented and going out of her mind about something.
"You don't look okay… did you hit your head?" Amanda says, trying to check the girl for injuries but the girl shoved her away angrily, Amanda's lower back slamming against the driver's door and Finn helping her up.
"Stay back!" The girl yelled.
"Kid, we're just trying to help you." Finn says.
"Trying to help?! You nearly hit me after taking your eyes off the road and onto her!" The girl yells.
"Hey, just… just calm down, okay? No one's gonna hurt you." Amanda says as she approached the girl, having dealt with this in the past but it still unnerved her whenever someone just started going off. "What's your name? Do you have any family we can call?" She asks.
"Heather. And… just don't." The girl says.
"There's gotta be someone, you can't just run around in poorly lit areas." Amanda says, Heather narrowing her eyes at the slightly shorter woman.
"Yeah, there is someone but just don't!" Heather says irritably.
"Heather, this isn't…" Amanda says, Heather noticing the scar on the palm of Amanda's left hand.
"Safe?! What gives you any right to make that call after you harmed yourself?!" Heather snapped at her, pointing to the scar.
"That was a long time ago, I was traumatized like you are… there are times people need help, we can't always handle things by ourselves." Amanda says, Heather laughing humorlessly for a few seconds.
"Like you'd even know." Heather says sarcastically.
"Yeah, I would. It's not as bad as whatever happened to you but I lost three people that I loved like my family and one of them was a seven year old boy! Out of all the people I've lost, little Daniel's death still hurts eight years later!" Amanda says angrily, Finn trying to calm her down.
"Outcasted." Heather says, her eyes uncomfortably closed. "My parents just gave up on me because I'm apparently too much of a job to look after… then when I questioned them about it, they locked me out of the house and someone in there called out and paid the local gangsters to beat me to a pulp." She says.
"It's never right when a parent gives up on a child and then has them beaten within an inch of their life… or when one of the normally calmest of people has a blackout from too many head injuries and the next thing he knows, his wife and child are gone and the blood is on his hands." Amanda says, Heather tilting her head to the side after opening her eyes.
"Look, there's no need to rip open old wounds. And you both shouldn't do that to yourselves." Finn says.
"Huh… violent." Heather says with the tiniest of chuckles.
"It wasn't who he was… it was his brain giving up and causing him to lose himself." Amanda says, turning away and blinking off the tears before looking at Heather. "I was just 17 when it happened… and I really hope one day, I can think about it without it hurting… but I know that the wound won't heal entirely." She says.
"For normal people, it just hurts a little less over time." Heather says bitterly before disappearing into the night, Finn helping Amanda back into the car and Amanda cringing slightly when her back brushed against the leather, Finn getting into the driver's side after closing the passenger door.
With the driver's door closed, both buckled up… and Finn saw tears silently trailing down Amanda's face, reached over and brushed them away.
"You woke up that day and everything fell apart." Finn says, Amanda looking at him.
"I still miss them… and I wasn't intending on going off but when she said that I didn't even know, I couldn't keep it in anymore." Amanda says, feeling Finn's arms wrap around her slender shoulders and leaning against him.
"That fucking asshole! When I find him and that little bitch, I'm gonna rip their throats and hearts out!" Trevor growled as he walked with a slight limp and crashed right into Heather. "Why don't you watch where you're fucking going?!" He yells at her after they stand up, Heather's response being to slam her fist into his already broken nose.
"Why don't you watch where you're going, fuckwad?!" Heather shouted as Trevor blinked off the disorientation.
"For fuck's sake, I just got my ass kicked by some crazy fucker!" Trevor growls.
"5'11", pale skintone, short dark hair, blue eyes?" Heather asks.
"That about describes him." Trevor says, Heather thinking carefully before the two left together.
A few hours later...
"I'll handle this." Sami says to the bartender before grabbing the water bottles nearby and opening them, Trevor and Heather screaming as they were snapped out of their drunken passed out states. "Wake up! It's a half hour past closing time!" He says.
"Allez-vous en!" Trevor shouts.
"I'm not the one who passed out after 20 shots of tequila, mister. So I'm not the one who should go away." Sami says, Trevor looking at him.
"You speak my native language?" Trevor asks.
"It's my native language too. And I have a friend who only speaks it when she's incredibly drunk or angry. Now go on, you don't have to go home but you can't stay here." Sami says before leaving himself.
Reaching Finn's apartment, he walked in to check on Finn and Amanda and found them watching Star Wars: Revenge Of The Sith with Amanda's head resting on Finn's right shoulder with his arm sleepily around her, both dressed in pajamas and both sets of eyes half open.
"Rough night or is this alone time?" Sami asks after closing the door, Finn letting a sleepy chuckle out.
"I'll tell you in the morning." Finn says as Amanda rubbed her tired, makeupless face to try to stay awake a bit longer. "It's alright, we can watch the rest tomorrow." He says, hitting the pause button on the DvD remote and then the stop button.
Amanda's eyes were barely open as Finn picked her up into his arms and stood up, taking her upstairs.
"Goodnight, Sami." Amanda mumbles.
"Sleep tight, kiddo." Sami says, taking the disc out of the DvD player and putting it back in its case.
Sami couldn't help but think about the incident at the bar… and he knew something had happened before that.