A/N: Italics mean a journal entry.
TW: Sexual Abuse of a child/mention of Child pornography
Today mommy is taking me to play with Blaine and Cooper. I'll meet their father and see what a real dad is like.
Sam was sitting at the kitchen table writing in his journal as he ate his breakfast. He put down his pencil and fed Thor one of his fruity pebbles.
"Great! See you soon." His mom hung up the phone and walked out of the kitchen.
"Sam. Sam! What are you doing with that knife?"
Sam looked down and threw the knife that had suddenly appeared in his hand. "What happened?"
Sam looked around and realized that he was no longer sitting at the table, but standing in the doorway to the kitchen. How did he get here? And where did the knife come from? Sam was scared.
Mary walked over to her son, gently putting her hands on his shoulders. "Honey...what were you doing with that knife?"
"I don't remember." Mary wrapped Sam in her arms, holding him as if he were going to disappear the moment she let go.
"Hey Mary," George Anderson said as they pulled up in front of the Anderson home.
"George!" She replied.
"Hello little man," he said to Sam, opening his door. "Watch your step."
"Thanks George," Mary said gratefully as she walked around the car, scribbling on a small notepad.
"Not a problem!" Mr. Anderson replied cheerfully.
"Here's my number at the hospital if there is any problem. You know. Please keep an eye on him because..."
Mr. Anderson cut her off. "You're kidding! We're gonna have a great time today. Right sport?" He nudged Sam with the football in his hand. Sam nodded enthusiastically. He was excited. He was finally going to see what a real dad was like.
His mother smiled. "Okay! Be good kiddo. I love you."
"Bye bye," said Mr. Anderson.
"Bye George." Sam watched his mother get in her car a drive away. When she pulled off, Mr. Anderson gestured with the football for Sam to go to toward the backyard.
"Go...go on. Right at the backyard." Sam ran toward the side of the house, turning back to look at Mr. Anderson.
"Here it comes." The football sailed into Sam's arms as he ran into the backyard. As soon as he saw Blaine he threw the ball aside. Even though Blaine was a year younger than him, Sam still liked to play with him. Blaine ran toward Sam excitedly. He was wearing a flower crown and a pink robe, but Sam didn't find it too strange. Blaine wore pink a lot. Sam thought it was kind of cool, but he wouldn't ever wear it himself.
"Sam, Sam guess what? Dad got a new video camera, and we're all gonna be in the movie." Sam smiled. Ever since they watched Aladdin at Sam's house all Blaine ever talked about was how he wanted to be in a movie.
"That's right Sam," said Mr. Anderson, setting up the camera on a tripod, "and you get to be the star."
"I thought I was the star!" Cooper cried indignantly.
"Hey! What did I tell you?" Mr. Anderson said sternly. He turned back toward Sam, kneeling down to his level. "Now Sam, you have to promise your bestest super-dooper promise that this will be our little secret."
Sam nodded furiously, "Huh huh."
Mr. Anderson smiled, "My boy…"
Suddenly, there was a bright light shining in Sam's eyes and he was cold all over. He lifted his arm to shield them. He looked around. They were inside a dark room, and the light in his eyes was coming from Mr. Anderson's camera. Blaine was standing beside him. Naked. He looked down and saw that he was naked as well.
"Where am I?" Sam asked, "Where did we all go?"
"Calm down kid and stand still," Mr. Anderson said, sounding annoyed.
"I was just somewhere else. How did I get here?" Sam grabbed his clothes from the floor and attempted to cover himself.
"Stop acting like some retard or I'll call your mother to tell her what a naughty little shit you have been," said Mr. Anderson, taking a sip of some brown liquid. Sam had a feeling that it wasn't tea. He turned to Blaine. Over His shoulder he could see Cooper sitting on a stair case, twisting the head off of a doll.
"Blaine? Blaine?" Blaine wouldn't look at him; he just kept starring at the floor. "What happened?"