It was late at night when Carly woke up.

She had fallen asleep on the couch.

From what Carly knew, Spencer had gone out to look for art supplies and he wouldn't be back until morning.

The only ones in the apartment were her and Sam.

Carly's eyes blinked open and she heard something. It was the sound of a lamp crashing on the floor. It came from her bedroom.

Scared for Sam, Carly ran upstairs and she heard her best friend's voice, "Just leave me alone!"

Carly opened the door to her room and tried to turn on the lights. She finally found the light switch and saw that someone was on the floor. There was blood.

Bright red blood.

Sam was in the bed with her arms around her knees. She was whimpering as she stared down at the person.

The person was Griffin.

Griffin was sitting on the floor with his hand to his head. His head was bleeding and the blood got on his hand. He was groaning like a hurt animal. His eyes were staring at Sam like he had the absolute most hatred for her.

"What is going on?" Carly yelled out, confused at this.

Griffin snarled, pointing at Sam with his other hand, "That bitch threw a lamp at me!"

"That "bitch" is my best friend. What the heck are you doing here anyway?" Carly asked.

The bad boy looked at Carly and then at Sam. He stood up and looked at Carly. He then said, softly, "Babe, can you get me some bandages? She really hurt me."

Carly looked into his eyes and saw the boy that she loved. She said nothing as she walked out of the room to get her boyfriend the bandages.

Griffin then pointed at Sam and growled, "If you ever tell her, I will make you my newest peewee baby."

If his voice did not sound so venomous, Sam would have laughed at this threat. But she knew that Griffin's only soft side was those stuffed animals. In everything else, he was tough and cold and violent. Vicious, even.

Sam just nodded as she looked down at the bed.

Griffin stared at her and smirked, "Is this the same Sam that would give football players wedgies? You're pathetic."

It was then that Carly came back into the room. She walked over to Griffin and put gauze around his head. Griffin smiled down lovingly. Carly melted under that gaze and instead of asking him why he was there, she asked, "Do you want me to drive you home?"

Griffin shook his head, "No. I'll just hotwire a car. See you later, babe." He leaned down and gave her a deep kiss before he left the room.

Carly watched after him in lovesickness.

Sam wanted to throw up. It was disgusting to Sam how Carly became such a push over when it came to Griffin. Sam hoped that she would never become that way when she finally found the man of her dreams.

Carly turned to Sam and asked, "Why did you throw a lamp at him?"

Sam told her, "He broke the lock and came through the window. I got scared and..." She trailed off, hoping that would satisfy Carly.

Her best friend sighed before she walked over to Sam and sat down. She put her hand on her shoulder and smiled at her, "I'm sorry. Do you want me to stay in here?"

Sam nodded. Carly sighed as she laid down on her bed next to Sam.

The blonde looked down at her best friend and sighed, unhappily. Carly deserved to know, but it would crush her. Sam couldn't do that to her. She just couldn't.

Carly soon fell asleep, but Sam was still awake. Awake and hungry.

She got out of the bed and left the room. She walked down stairs, making the least amount of noise as possible.

Sam went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, searching for something to eat. She smiled slightly when she found a package of ham. She opened the package and began to eat the slices of ham, content.

Maybe it was because she was munching too hard. Maybe it was because she was in her own little world.

Or maybe it was because he took off his shoes. Maybe it was because his breathing was so slow and soft.

Whatever the reason, Sam did not know he was in the room until he clamped his hand over her mouth.

Sam tried to cry out, but his hand muffled her yells. He smirked at her as he whispered into her ear, "Hello, my blond princess. You didn't think I was through with you, did you?"

Sam tried to squirm out of his grip. He used his other hand to grab her right wrist, "Now, now, you don't want me to break this one, do you?"

He smirked as he started to kiss her bare neck.

Sam was about to give in when she remembered something. She had to fight back. She could fight back. She was not a weakling. He did not break her spirit.

Sam slowly opened her mouth and delivered a hard bite on his hand.

He hissed out in pain as he pulled away his hand. She had bit him deeply and there was even blood coming out of the wound.

Sam then turned around and kicked him away from her.

He stumbled back into the counter, but he quickly recovered. His hand formed into a fist and he punched her.

He then grabbed her by her shoulders and said, angrily, "It would be easier if you would just shut up and take it. But you're too stubborn." He then softened his grip on her, "…I would treat you right…But you have to fight, you have to be so defensive. If this is the way it's got to be, then this is the way it has to be…"

Sam's left arm was still weak so it was no use. All she had was her righty. Sam used that hand and grabbed his collar. She then pushed him into the counter again and she ran into the living room. She almost made it to the door before he grabbed her again. She turned around and punched him.

It was then that he fell over on the coffee table. It made a large crashing sound of knick knacks falling to the floor.

"What's going on?" Carly yelled out as she jumped off the bed and ran out of her bedroom.

Alarmed, he stood up and he ran out of the apartment, knowing that he could not explain this to her.

Sam sighed in satisfaction. She was regaining her strength. She was losing her weakness.

In that one moment, she felt happy.

But then she remembered that she made him angry. He wasn't going to just go away.

He would come back and he would not be as careless as before.

"Nothing, Carly," Sam told her.

"But I just saw-" Carly said pointing to the over turned coffee table.

"You're dreaming," Sam told her as she went over to Carly and took her back upstairs.

Carly yawned as she rubbed her eyes, "Okay..."

Sam sighed, wishing that it was all really a dream.

He ran into his apartment and slammed the door to his room. He sat down on his bed and his tried to keep his breathing under control.

He was beyond pissed off. He was in a rage. To think that he had control and now it was lost...

"I'm going to get it back," He whispered to himself.

The place where he had raped Sam wouldn't become available to him until the weekend. It was the only place where he had peace and seculsion.

There had to be a way to get her there again.

A small smirk formed on his face as he rummanged around for bandages. He wrapped the bandage around his hand, wincing at the feel of her bite.

If things went his way, he would regain his control.

And he would make sure she didn't slip away.