Hello again everyone. Thanks so much to everyone who read, reviewed, and favorite the last chapter. It was greatly appreciated. There are still a lot of questions to be answered and I will get to them accordingly. So here's chapter seven and I hope you enjoy it. Sorry for any mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters.

WARNING: Talks of abuse and drugs.

Chapter 7: Guilty Admissions Pt.1

Sam hadn't been to school or home in three days. He was hanging with a couple of guys he knew from a rival school when he received word that his mother had reported him missing.

"You are going to be in so much trouble." Azimo said as he passed Sam a joint they had been sharing.

"Yeah. So what I'll go home when I feel like it." He said nonchalant.

"He's right your mom is going to kill you when you finally go home." Dave said as he threw a beer can in the burning fire in front of him. "You should at least call her. I bet she is worried sick."

"She doesn't care about me. Ever since she started dating Will, he has become her whole life." Sam said reaching for another beer.

Sam met Azimo Adams and Dave Karofsky when the three were among some of the few chosen to represent their county for all state football league. They were roommates and the three form a quick friendship. He often hung with them to compare football stories and to vent about the latest problems in their lives. This time when he left home three days ago, it was to pick up some of their bad habits. Dave was struggling with a secret that surprisingly he trusted Sam and only Sam with so, he had a bad habit to get wasted. Paul Karofsky was a big shot attorney and he was well known in the state of Ohio. He had plans to run for Attorney General, but he knew his dad would never win the elections if the voters knew he had a gay son.

Azimo's father was abusive towards him and his mother so he turned to drugs to weather hurricane Percy as he liked to call him. His dad was a football legend at Carmel High and he even had a shot at the pros until he suffered a career ending neck injury in college. He became addicted to pain meds and his lovable personality turned to bitter when he notice his youngest son had a natural talent for the game and he became controlling and overbearing. The abuse became worse when Azimo beat all of his dad's records his sophomore year.

Sam's problems began three years ago when the only person he ever really cared about was taken away from him and still has yet to be found. He was an athlete and unlike his two friends he valued his body. Sure he would have the occasional beer here and there and every now and then he would steal a puff or two from one AZ's joints but, he never let things get out of hand. When Mercedes' parents decided to give up their search three days ago and ask the police and FBI to closed their daughter's case he lost it. He pleaded and begged with them to reconsider but they fed him some bullshit about how it's been three years and now its time to move on.

The first thing he did was find Rick Nelson who was a known drug dealer and bought a gram of coke from him. He went to the bathroom of his home and did what he saw other people do on the movies. When he snorted the powdery white substance up his nose, he had hope it would make all of the pain and anger he was feeling go away. Instead he got the complete opposite, he felt as if his entire head was ablaze. He panicked and emerged his head in water and nearly drowned himself. When he called Azimo for help once he had calm down, he laughed at him and told him to leave the heavy stuff to the professionals. AZ told Sam he needed to start off light so he hooked him up with a few painkillers and instructions on how much to take. He didn't want his mother to see him go off the deep end so he camped out in an RV park near the edge of town. Only Dave and AZ knew where he was and they had come to check on him all three days. Azimo thought he just needed some time to vent but today Dave was actually worried about his friend. He had never seen Sam like this before; if he wasn't wasted he was stoned or high off some drug. He still had on the same clothes he had on three days ago and he smelled awful. He knew Sam was spiraling out of control and he needed to do something fast before things got worse or he ended up dead.

"I'm sure she does. It must be crazy seeing your mom date someone that isn't your dad, but sometimes things don't work out." Dave tried to reassure him.

"Yeah. Dave look, I understand you trrr-ying to be help fuhl and all but if I wanted some ad…ad…vice I'd watch Dr. Phil or Oprah." Sam said before gulping down the beer and reaching for another one. "I just wish that Mersay…dees was here she is da...da only one who...who can make this pain go away."

"Maybe you need to slow down man." Azimo said reaching for his tipsy friend. "You already have like five beers, smoked half a joint, and you took two oxy."

Sam put his fingers to AZ's lips and said "ssssssshhhhhh."

"He's losing it. You can stay and watch him slowly kill himself but I won't." Dave said and gathered his things to leave.

"Waaaaiiiiiiitttttt. I thawt thissss wass a pahteee." A drunken Sam slurred. "Wheeeee."

"No it's not fun when you are like this Sam. You were the only one of us who didn't get too wrapped up in things. You kept me and AZ grounded but if all three of us are fucked up who is going to save us?" Dave said and walked off with Azimo calling after him but he didn't stop.

"Come on man. I got you." He said and helped Sam to his truck to sleep his high off.

Two days later Sam laid half sleep in the bed of his truck when he heard someone climb in. He looked up and saw the sad blue eyes of his mother and Will Shuester next to her.

"Sam what the hell is wrong with you." She said and grabbed her son in a tight embrace. "I was so worried about you. I thought something had happened to you like Mercedes. What do you think she would do if she saw you like this, huh?"

Sam winced at the sound of her name. He leaned against his mother for support and returned the hug. "How did you know where to find me?" He asked.

"You're friend David called me." He should have known. "He said he was afraid you might overdose. Don't be mad at him."

Sam did feel betrayed but once he saw the hurt and worried look on not only his mother's face but Will's as well, he felt grateful for Dave.

"I'm so sorry mom. I just wanted the pain to go away." He cried holding on to his mom even tighter than before. "They just gave up, quit looking for her and when Mr. Jones said that I needed to accept the fact that she was most likely dead, I couldn't take it. I just want her back."

"I know honey, we all do." She said and kissed her son on the forehead.

OOOOOOOOO

"So Mercedes' parents also played a part in your anger issues from your teenage years?" Emma asked Sam once he finished his story. "You didn't like how they gave up so easily and that upset you."

"A little." Sam answered with his hands folded in his lap. "I mean it was part of it."

"Ok, well I believe I know who had a critical role in the anger and I don't think it was your father. I think we know both know the real reason why you were so irate and you are afraid of what's going to happen once it is all out in the open."

"I don't know what you are talking about." He said getting anxious.

"Yes you do." Emma said calmly. "It's why you got defensive all of a sudden. It's the reason why you asked to see me alone when you could have talked to me at your appointment later today. It's quite interesting that the one thing that you spent the last 5 years hating the most is the one thing you are most of afraid of losing, and that is Mercedes."

"I didn't say that." Sam said in denial.

He was on the edge of his seat. He knew Mercedes was the main reason behind it, but just like Emma had said he was afraid to admit it. He struggled with the idea of tackling this problem head on and coming clean or hauling ass out the door. Emma annoyed the hell out of him. She was always on point when it came to Sam. What annoyed him more than anything was her ability to make you question your own decisions. He watched her with a roll of his eyes as she sat there looking directly at him as she calmly twirled the pencil she was holding just waiting for him to make the next move. After a few seconds of rational thinking he slowly sat back in his chair and told her that she was right.

"I figured as much. Now what I want to know is what are you so afraid of Sam? Do you think if she had known you were upset with her that she would no longer want to be your friend?"

"No."

"Sam?" Emma said his name like his mother did when she knew he was lying.

"Fine! Yes I'm afraid okay there I said it." He blurted out. I am scared that she will resent me and think that I blame her for getting taken. But most importantly I was also mad at her because in eleven years she had never broken a promise. That the one time she did it was a life threatening promise. She should have been there!"

"The day she was supposed to meet you?"

"Yes and no. She was supposed to be there when we went to our first prom. When we got our class rings, cheering me on at every single football game, and holding hands as we walk to class." He was starting to tear up but Emma told him to go on. "We had plans to sit next to each other at graduation even if our last names weren't alphabetical. We had plans to go to the same college but not before we traveled around the world for a year first. She was supposed to be my first and I hers, but none of that happened. She promised me and she wasn't there."

Emma walked around her desk and gave the crying boy a hug. "Now doesn't that feel so much better now that you have finally released so of what has been building up inside of you?"

"No because when she finds out what I did she'll hate me for sure."

"What are you talking about Sam?" Emma asked breaking their embrace and staring at him.

"I did something stupid and if I had just been smart about it then maybe Mercedes wouldn't have went through as much as she did."

"Oh Sam what did you do?" Emma asked worried. "Tell me."

"I will. I want to tell Mercedes this also because she needs to know this. I have to be honest with her. I want to do it this afternoon at our session."

"That's fine. Maybe it is best that way you don't have to go through it twice."

"Yeah, I guess."

When Sam made it home he found Mercedes in the middle of the living room floor going through one of his scrapbooks. When she looked up she smiled at him and he couldn't help but smile back.

"How was your trip to town?" She asked as she went back to flipping the pages.

"It was good. I got you something." Sam said placing his jacket across a chair.

"Really? Gimme! gimme! gimme!" She chanted excitedly.

"Ok you nut, calm down." He said and handed her a bag.

When she opened it she saw three books and some of her favorite lotion. The first book was a cooking for dummies book.

"Ha ha Sam. You think you are so funny."

The second was a book she needed for the GED program she enrolled in. The last was a large purple book with silver embroidery. She opened it and saw blank purple pages with silver lines. The cover page read This Journal belongs to Mercedes Jones.

"Sam this is beautiful thank you." She said and stood to give him a hug. He wrapped his hands around her waist putting his head atop hers and she placed her head on his chest like old times. They stayed like that for a few more moments until Sam spoke and broke their hold.

"I almost forgot there's one more thing." He reached in his pocket and pulled out clear pen with silver ink. This is the pen you will need to use it is the only kind that shows up on the paper. I thought since you are starting a new life why not have a new journal to document it with."

"Thanks Sam it was very thoughtful of you. I appreciate it." She took his hand and was leading him to the kitchen. "Come, I have something for you too."

Mercedes sat Sam at the table and told him to close his eyes. He did as he was told and Mercedes checked and made sure his wasn't peeking. She went into the oven and pulled out a baking dish with Mac and cheese in it.

"Open your mouth." She said with a spoonful of the pasta in her hand.

"Are you trying to poison me woman?" He joked but he opened his mouth wide anyway. She scoffed and shoved the warm, cheesy, goodness in his mouth and Sam couldn't help the moan that escaped his mouth. "More, more."

She complied giving him another heaping spoon. "You like it?" She asked nervously.

"Nope. I love it." He said opening his eyes to look at her. "That was so good Mercy where did you learn that from because my Mac and Cheese isn't nearly that good."

"That's for me to know and you to never find out." She teased.

"Is that so?" He said with a mischievous grin on his face. "I have ways to get it out of you Rogue."

"Sam Evans you wouldn't dare." She said knowing exactly what he was implying. She tried to back away slowly without being conspicuous but Sam was on to her and grabbed her wrist bringing her into his lap.

"I am going to give you one more chance to tell me." He warned.

"Uh Uh no di-" Before she could finish her sentence Sam had used one hand to hold both her wrists and his free hand began an assault on her ribs. He tickled her in to hysteria as she bucked left and right trying to break free. "Sam st...stooooooppp! Ahhh! Saaaammmm!"

"Are you going to tell me?" He whispered in her ear. She shook her head no and he went back at it but seconds later she surrendered. She rested her forehead against his as she tried to catch her breath; brown met green and Sam couldn't help but close his eyes as he felt her cool, sweet, breath against his lips. She was doing it again, driving him crazy and she just didn't know it or maybe she did and just like torturing him. As a few seconds passed Sam eyes opened and she was still staring. She was so beautiful to him. He cupped her face and she leaned her face into his hold. She ran her hands up and down his arms and he traced her full bottom lip with his thumb. He brought her face towards his and she closed her eyes in anticipation. Their lips were so close that Sam could smell and feel the gooeyness of her strawberry lip gloss barely grazed his own lips. He wanted this for so long, this moment where nothing else in the world matter except him and her Mercedes and Sam. But it wasn't the right time so he tilted her head down and placed a sweet and gentle kiss to her forehead and she opened her eyes.

"I'm so stupid. I'm sorry Sam. I didn't mean to make things so awkward." She said getting up and heading out the kitchen.

"Mercedes wait." Sam said chasing her and grabbing her from behind. "Things aren't weird and you don't have to apologize for wanting to kiss me because I wanted to kiss you too. Don't be upset. I just think that you and I need to have our session with Emma first."

"That's not why I am upset Sam." She said turning to face him. "But you are right we need to go to our session first."

"Ok. Hug it out?"

"Nope." She said stepping out of his arms and sitting back down in the middle of the living room. "That's what you get for tickling me."

"Should've told me what was in that Mac and Cheese." He said and went back to get some more.

Sam was nervous the whole drive to Emma's. He tried to hide it by making Mercedes do most of the talking. He asked her a question he knew she would ramble on and on about to answer it. Once they got there he told her to go on in while he found a parking space to take up time. Unlucky for him the lot of the medical building was almost empty. He parked the jeep and took a deep breath and exhaled it a few times before he got out of the car. When he made it inside Brittany told him Emma and Mercedes were waiting on him and to go on in.

"There you are." Mercedes said as he entered. "I was starting to think you got lost."

"Had to find a space." He lied and Emma shook her head knowingly.

"So Sam, Mercedes, what's been on your mind?" Emma asked.

The two stared at each other in silence waiting for the other to speak but neither was brave enough to go first. After a minute of nothing Emma spoke again. "Ok, how about this." She pulled a small paddle out of her desk with one side painted blue the other red. "I usually only use this for my couples therapy but for today I'll make an exception. Sam you are blue and Mercedes red. When I hold it up whatever color it's on it's that person turn to talk. Ok? How does that sound?" They both nodded in agreement.

Emma flipped the paddle and it landed on the blue side. Emma motioned for Sam to speak and he turned to Mercedes.

"What did you mean when you said that's not why you were upset?"

"I wasn't upset at you Sam, I was upset at myself. I let it get as far as it did. I was weak and I shouldn't have let you touch me like that." She spoke softly.

"May I ask what happened?" Emma asked.

"We almost kissed." Sam answered her. "But I stop before we did."

"I see. Well, please go on."

"Why were you upset at yourself?"

"Because, I don't want to lead you on Sam. I am not really ready for anything in the romance department right now. I knew that things with us were skating on the line between friendship and relationship. I should have said something sooner but I thought that you would be hurt if I shut you down." She said nervously and she began to fiddle with her fingers. "It's just that I was trapped in an unwanted relationship for years and I had all the things that are supposed to be memorable and breathtaking stolen from me."

"I get it. You're right though, it will be hard for you to begin being with someone for real. I don't want you to feel you have to act differently towards me now that this has happened."

"I won't if you won't." She said grabbing his hand.

"I won't"

Emma flipped the paddle and now it was Mercedes turn to ask Sam a question.

"What's going on Sam? I can tell something has been bugging you."

Sam took a look at Emma and she made a gesture to let him know it was ok to go ahead and say what he needed to say.

"I have to tell you something Rogue and I don't think you are going to like it."

"O..ok." She was scared and Sam could tell.

"I fucked up. I did something I shouldn't have."

OOOOOOOOO

Sam was lying across his bed mindlessly strumming the strings on his guitar when his mother knocked on his bedroom door.

"Come in."

"Hey honey I know it's your summer vacation and all but I was wondering if you would do me a favor."

"Please don't ask me to do some type of summer mother-son bonding camp." He said sitting up.

"No you goof. I wanted to know if I could pay you to clean out the basement." She said sitting on his bed. "I would ask Will to do it but I didn't know how you would react to him going through your father's things."

"It's ok mom. I'll do it you don't have to pay me to clean it out. I'm bored anyway it will give me something to do."

"Thanks so much sweetheart. I don't understand how you are bored you are 16 shouldn't you be out chasing girls around or something?" Mary Evans said and when she saw the look on her son's face she realized what she had said. Sam usually spent his summers chasing around a girl, Mercedes. "Sam I'm sorry I wasn't thinking."

"It's fine mom I'll go start on that basement." He said and left the room.

Sam had been down there cleaning up and going through boxes for about an hour. He didn't have the ideal relationship with his dad but they still loved each other. When his parents told him a year ago they were getting a divorce he wasn't fazed by it. He had enough happened to him already and he just pushed it to the back of his mind like he did everything else. Cleaning out his father's old stuff was actually making him miss him. He missed their many games of catch in the backyard and when he would take him and Mercedes fishing at the lake. He never understood why his parents couldn't work things out or why they fought so much the last three years, because they always seemed so happy at first. Sam found a box marked memories and he sat in his dad's old chair and began going through it. Inside there were pictures, old comic books, some dirty magazines, hundreds of old baseball cards and old car catalogs.

He was rummaging through some of the baseball cards when the sunlight filled the room from a window and something shiny in the corner caught his eye. At first he ignored it and planned to pick it up later, but when he glanced at it again he got a weird feeling. He placed the items back in the box and set it down next to the chair. He made his way over to the bookshelf where the object in question was wedged behind half sticking out. The closer he got to the bookshelf the more recognizable the object became. When he was just a few steps from the shelf he froze in place. It couldn't be. He thought to himself. No No No it's not it, it can't be. He finally willed his body to move and pushed the bookshelf out and sure enough laying on the floor in front of him was Mercedes' charm bracelet. He felt sick to his stomach. There had to be a logical explanation as to how it got down there. Maybe his father had been searching for Mercedes? Maybe he found it when she left it behind one day? No, you know she was wearing that when you saw her Sam. If he did find it why wouldn't he say something?Sam snatched the tiny bracelet, grabbed the box on the floor and ran up the stairs two at a time. He didn't stop to tell his mom or Will he was leaving or where he was going he just ran right out the door and hopped in his truck.

Sam sped out the driveway and flew down the street. He had a million thought running through his head and he wasn't quite sure what he was going to say or do when he was face to face with his father. It was an hour drive to his dad's house and Sam went through so many different emotions. He yelled, cried, laugh. He knew he must have looked crazy to passengers around him because halfway there he started playing out what he thought would happen once he made it there. When Sam pulled into his dad's driveway he saw his dad's car in the yard. He put the bracelet in his back pocket of his jeans and grabbed the box. He knocked three times and waited for his dad to answer. When his dad opened the door he seemed shock to see Sam and a little scared.

"Sam, son everything ok?" Dwight Evans asked him.

"Yeah dad. Mom had me clean out the basement and I thought you might want this." Sam said surprisingly calm.

"Oh man! I can't believe I left this behind." That's not all you left.Sam thought. "Thanks kiddo."

"So are you busy I was hoping we could chat for a second it's been a minute since I've seen you and I miss you pop." Sam said noticing his father still hadn't invited him in.

"Actually I was just about to leave and go to uh...the grocery store." He dad said suspiciously. "Maybe some other time."

"Ok I'll go with you and then we can come back and cook and catch up over dinner."

"Um I don't have time I am going to a cook out over at a friend's house."

"Well I come back when it's over." Sam pried. His father was lying to him, which confirmed what he really didn't want to be true.

"No you can't!" He father said getting angry. "Look Sam I didn't want to say this because I was trying to spare your feelings but I am going to see my new girlfriend. I'm dating and I didn't want you making me feel guilty about it."

Sam grew tired of his father's games and pushed him out the way and ran into the house.

"MERCEDES! MERCEDES! MERCEDES!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. He ran up the stairs and searched room after room yelling her name. When he made it to the last room on the floor his father came up stairs and grabbed him.

"Sam what the hell are you doing?" He said shaking his son.

"YOU TOOK HER! I KNOW IT!"

"Sam you are crazy? Have you been doing drugs again, because you don't know what you are talking about?"

"Bullshit!" Sam pushed his father off him and took the bracelet out his pocket. "I found this in the basement. I knew you had and Mercedes was wearing it the day she went missing."

Dwight looked as if he had just been told he had minutes to live. Sam saw the expression in his face and knew his father had her. He pushed him into the wall and grabbed Dwight by his neck.

"Where. The fuck. Is. She?" He said through his teeth.

"I...I...can't...breathe." Sam loosened the grip he had on his neck and asked him again. "I don't know."

"You're lying!" Sam slammed his father's head against the wall a couple of times and squeezed his neck until he passed out. He continued his search through the house for his missing friend.

"Mercedes! Mercedes baby it's me Sam if you can hear me please say something anything!" He pleaded but he didn't get an answer. He ran to the basement door and it was locked. He kicked it down and stumbled quickly down the stairs. "Mercedes! Mercedes!" He called her name as he frantically looked. "FUUUCCCCKKKK!"

He heard someone moving upstairs and he went to make his way back up. His father was waiting at the top with the bracelet and Sam's keys in his hand causing Sam to stop half way.

"You shouldn't have come here son." He said. "You weren't supposed to find out. Now everything is messed up because of you. I can't let you leave here Sam."

Sam knew he had to get away so he could tell someone about his dad and they could come back and rescue Mercedes.

"Why? Why, would you do this? She has never done anything to you." Sam asked.

"Yes she has, she was taking you away from me. Every year you would rather go on vacation with her and her stupid family instead of spend time with your own. You would rather spend time with her doing nothing than to go somewhere with me. Then when you did agree to go somewhere you always insisted that the little bitch come along."

"DON'T CALL HER THAT!" Sam said with his fist balled and his jaws clenched. "Is that what this is about? You're jealous towards someone under half your age?"

"YOU LOVED HER MORE THAN YOU DID ME SAM!" He yelled. "When the two of you started dating I knew it was a matter of time before she became your everything and I was going to lose you for good."

"So you took her! You think taking her was going to make me love you more? You wanted to hurt me dad fine you hurt me. Please let her go. She is innocent in all this. I won't say a word and I will make sure Mercedes doesn't either." Sam said slowly closing the gap between the two of them. "Just let her go dad please? I'm sorry you feel this way I love you dad I do. Just please let her go."

"Sam I'm so so sorry son."

Sam saw his father let his guard down and took his chance. He snatched the keys and bracelet away from him and ran to the door, but Dwight grabbed his leg tripping him and Sam fell to the ground.

"YOU STUPID IDIOT!" His father yelled and Sam struggled to break free from him.

Sam felt something poking him in the side and he remembered he had his pocket knife on him. He fished it out of his pocket and opened it. Without thinking twice about it he sliced Dwight on the left side of his face deep. He saw blood spew everywhere and his father was screaming. He let Sam go and Sam got up to run but his father said something that made him stop in his tracks.

"What did you say?" Sam asked unsure of what he heard.

"She's alive." Dwight repeated. "But if you tell a single sole about me I'll kill her."

"You wouldn't! I'll kill you first." Sam said making his way back to his dad. He put the knife to his throat.

"If you kill me you'll never find her. She isn't here. Do you honestly think I'm that stupid to keep her here?" He laughed. "You will keep your mouth shut. If you don't not only will I kill your precious Mercedes and hide her body where they'll never be able to find it but I'll go after your mother as well."

Sam slammed his father back down and stood. "If you hurt her, I will hunt you down and kill you." He said and left.

OOOOOOOOOO

"So you didn't tell anyone?" Mercedes asked Sam.

"No not at first I didn't." He said.

"How long?" She asked.

"What?"

"How long did you wait to tell someone?"

"A year. When he up and moved. No one knew where he was."

"A YEAR!" Mercedes was livid. "Sam do you realize what that means. When you found that bracelet I could have been rescued that day!"

"I know."

"Why would you just go to him without taking someone with you? A cop? My Parents? Your mom and Will?"

"I know Mercedes okay! I fucked up! I wasn't thinking straight. I lost my mind when I saw that bracelet. I just wanted you back so bad. I should've said something but I didn't and you had to go through four more years of that crap because of me!"

Emma tried to get a word in to let them know they weren't using the paddle but the two just went back and forth like she wasn't even there.

"Oh my God!" Mercedes said. "I heard you."

"What?" Both Sam and Emma said confused.

"I heard you calling my name. I remember now. I was in a room underneath the basement, that's where they kept me. When you were screaming my name I heard you. I wasn't sure it was real because I dreamed so many nights that you came to save me. I thought I was imagining things. But when your father came downstairs I saw the huge cut on his face. I realized then that you were real."

"Why didn't you say anything or call out to me?" Sam asked turning her towards him.

"I did, but it's kinda hard to speak when your mouth is duct taped and your hands are tied to the bed." She laughed with no humor. "He broke my nose that night."

"What!" She said and he had to grip the chair to keep from punching something.

"He beat me really bad because you found out. He said it was my fault you didn't love him anymore. It was my fault that you cut his face and I had to pay for it." She said with a blank stare in her eyes and Sam notice she was rubbing a long scar on her thigh.

"Mercedes I'm so sorry." He said but she just shook her head.

"He used a long thin leather strap and he hit me over and over until I couldn't take the pain anymore and passed out." She reached for her shoulder and pulled her shirt down and exposed the tiny scars across her back and shoulders.

"STOP! STOP! JUST STOP MERCEDES!" Sam screamed in tears. "I can't do this." He got up and opened the door running down the hall to the elevator. Both Mercedes and Emma went after him.

"Sam! Sam! Please stop!" Mercedes pleaded. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."

"Sam come back please we need to talk about this." Emma begged.

"No! He did those things to you because of me Mercedes. You should stay away from me! I gotta go!" Sam said and got into the elevator and pushed the button for the doors to close as soon as he got in. Mercedes stood staring at her friend replaying in her head what he said to her. "You should stay away from me!"

AN: So there was part one of chapter seven what did you guys think? Did I answer a few questions you may have had? I'm knew this was going to be a angst heavy chapter so I tried to put a little fluff in there. Part should be up sometime next week. I know I said we would see what the Jones went through but most of you really didn't care about Mama and Papa Jones so I decided to just put in a tidbit in here and there in the upcoming chapters. Thanks for reading and please remember to review they encourage me to write more. Till next time-tdminor86