Chapter Seven

Even though Sam was still angry at her therapist for literally doing nothing to help her, she had to keep going to her sessions. If Danny thought it would help her, then she would keep going, until she had to renew the contract that is. Although it did seemed like Washington didn't even care about her, but maybe that's how it's supposed to be; Sam wasn't a therapist, she didn't know how this all worked.

"I'm surprised to see you back," Washington said. Sam shrugged.

"Yeah, well, everyone wants me to come back, especially my boyfriend, so..." She said.

"Your boyfriend must mean a lot to you."

"Well... yeah, I mean, he means a lot to me and I guess I mean a lot to him, and if he thinks this is for the best, then I trust him." Washington only smiled, but this smile was different. It wasn't one of those emotional smiles where she smiled out of joy, it looked like a smile of menace.

"Well, let's get started then."

"Great." She said sarcastically.

"Let's get down to business. Sam, what would your worst fear be?" Wow, where to start. Maybe Braedon finding her, beating her, or going too far and killing her.

"My stepdad."

"Yes, and what about him causes you to fear him?" Maybe the little fact that he beat her and Mason pretty much every day for every little thing.

"He beat me... and he scarred me, physically and mentally."

"What was the event that caused you to fear him the most?" Sam physically and visually shuddered.

"You're sure your parents are okay with me coming over?" Brett asked as him and Sam walked up to her house.

"Actually, they're not okay with it. But they're not home, so who cares?" Sam answered as she stepped up to the door with her keys. She unlocked the door and opened the door, peaking in to make sure Braedon wasn't home, but instead, she saw Mason. "Hey Mace," She said as she and Brett came in. Mason looked up from his spot on his couch.

"He better be gone before Dad comes home." He said. Brett looked over at Sam.

"Why?" He asked.

"He hates you." She covered; she didn't want Brett to know the real reason. Brett looked at her before shrugging.

"Understandable."

"We're just gonna do homework, if you don't trust me, you can pop in whenever you want and check on us," Sam informed Mason as she and Brett crept up the stairs.

"Will do," Mason called to them. When they entered the upstairs hallway, Sam threw her backpack into her room, the backpack getting there before she did.

"I hope there was nothing valuable in there," Brett said, making Sam gave him a look.

"If there was, why would I throw it in the first place? Use that noggin Brett." She said as she knocked on his head, making him chuckle.

"Okay, I guess I deserved that. Come on, this homework isn't going to get itself done."

"I could only wish."

Downstairs, Mason was on the couch in their living room watching television. He was enjoying his time relaxing until he heard a car pull into the driveway. He looked out the window to see Braedon coming out of his car; He was home early. He barely had time to react until he opened the door and came in. Braedon looked at Mason, who had a terrified look on his face, but he wasn't terrified for himself, he was terrified for Sam.

"What?" Braedon asked.

"Uhh... can you do me a favor?" Mason started.

"What?"

"We need more cereal, do you think you can go to the store and get some?" Braedon gave him an incredulous look.

"Get your own goddamn cereal, you have a license." Well, it was worth a try. He was about to go upstairs, but Mason moved from the living room and blocked the entrance to the stairs.

"Wait, I need to tell you something," Mason tried. Braedon eyed him suspiciously.

"Why are you stalling me?"

"I'm not stalling you,"

"Then move." He took Mason by the shoulders and tossed him aside, making his way up the stairs. Mason grabbed his ankle and tripped him, but that only made Braedon angrier. He pushed Mason back, sending him down the stairs where he reached the bottom, lying in a ball of pain. Braedon reached the top of the stairs where he proceeded to Sam's room, where he saw Brett and Sam.

"Oh, shit..." Sam groaned, knowing she was about to enter a world of pain. Braedon looked at Brett sternly.

"Get out." Was all he said.

"Yessir," Brett muttered, gathering his things and hurrying out the room. Braedon looked at Sam, who only cowered away from him in fear.

"Do you know what you just did? You just broke my most important rule."

"Braedon, we were just doing homework,"

"It doesn't matter! You disobeyed me harlot," He looked calm on the outside, but that just meant he was that much angrier on the inside. The anger in his eyes and the menacing tone his voice was harsh. "Now I'll teach you to follow my rules," He growled. He reached into his back pocket and took out the pocket knife he always carried around. The edge was sharp and taunting, and Sam could already feel the pain as he stepped closer to her.

Sam stopped and crossed her arms over her legs.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore," She said, looking away.

"But you were doing so good," Washington said.

"Yeah, well, now I'm not. I'm done talking about it."

"Just keep going, it's okay." Sam turned back to her, eyeing her.

"Why are you forcing me to do something I don't want to do? You're my therapist, aren't you supposed to make me feel better, not worse?"

"I was... just encouraging you to go on since you were doing so well. If you don't want to go on, then that's fine." Sam stopped glaring at her and nodded.

"Okay then."

Sam left the therapist's torn. She hated that memory, and most of all, she hated retelling it. All she wanted to do was get home and see Danny; he always made her feel better. Too bad that even when she got home, she still had a lot of time before Danny came home. She went into their bedroom and tried to take a nap to pass the time, but that haunting memory kept replaying in the back of her mind. She sighed and sat back up in the bed, but the doorbell rang, forcing her to get up. She opened the door, and immediately regretted not looking through the peephole first. Braedon had a pleasant smile on his face, just like the little smart ass he was.

"Nice place, but it's really easy to find." He said.

"Why can't you just go away? This is harassment, and once Danny finds out-"

"You're not going to tell him." Braedon interrupted. "If you had any intention on telling him, you would have already, and I wouldn't be here," he smiled menacingly, "but here I am."

"How do you keep finding me?"

"I know people." Was that supposed to mean something? "I know a lot more than you think Sam."

"Are you threatening me?" He shrugged.

"You can call it whatever you want." He must really feel protected if he thought he could just come up to her whenever he wanted and harass her like this. She couldn't help but feel suspicious about it. All of a sudden Braedon stepped back and looked down the hallway. "Well, it's been fun, but I have to go." He smiled again. "I'll see you later." He walked down the hallway, and Sam watched until he was visually gone to shut the door. How was he able to keep finding her? And what did he mean by he 'knew people'? The door opened again, startling Sam, and Danny came inside and yawned, throwing his keys aside.

"Hey." He said.

"Hi." She said back. He looked at her.

"You okay?" No, she wasn't. Braedon found her. Again. She couldn't stay here in Amity Park anymore, or he'd always find her, no matter where she went.

"Yeah. ...I'm just going to make a phone call, I'll be right back." She headed to her and Danny's room where she picked up her cell phone and dialed a familiar number to her. She got right to the point as soon as he picked up.

"Hi, Dad... I was wondering, do you think it would be okay if I visited you for a while?"

DAT FLASHBACK

Remember Brett from the last story... No? ...Okay.

SamXDanny: Well, high school ends early for regents and stuff, so yeah. And I don't know, the original was too complicated, that would require going through Sam's pregnancy and stuff... I had an idea to make it two parts, where part one ends with people finding out that Sam was pregnant then part two could start with the kid already born, and it was gonna be looong even with two parts, so I chucked the idea and went with this one.

ShadowDragon357: LOLz Sorry, I don't do THAT type of scenes. And we'll see what happens...

El Zorro: HA I think everyone wants Danny to kill him at this point

BayDear: Wait... are you saying I write like a fourteen year old?... FUCK

sammansonreplica: Yeah, you might like it... but Mason doesn't... Danny + Sam + apartment = grumpy Mason LOL