I've finally updated! Woo Hoo! Sorry for the delay but I've been going through some really big personal issues and I'm really glad that you all have decided to stick around. I can't really start updating daily but I will be updating the stories with the most reviews and then I start drafting and blah blah blah.
What was written inside was vile; it was the most disgustingest thing I've ever read or heard in my entire life. Someone wanted me dead and that person was close to me. In the letter he told me that he had been watching me for a brief time but that he knew what had to be done to me, what he wanted done to me. And that he was going to make sure that it happened. Slowly and painfully. The only person that I could think of was Jason Quartermaine but that was unbelievable. Jason couldn't have wrote this, he can not want me dead!
My mom had torn the letter from my hands and before she could finish reading it she ran to my bathroom and threw up over and over until she was retching up acid.
She was afraid, I was afraid. And whoever had written the letter had sucessfully destroyed any trust that anyone in Port Charles had ever gained.
Jason was angered that I had suspected that he was the one who had written the letter. "Why in the hell would you think that I did that?"
"I don't know any one else in Port Charles that well but you"
"Obviously you don't know me that well Sam because I would never write something like this!" Jason yelled at me, it was scary to see Jason like this. Especially when all of that anger was pointed directly at me. Why in all places did I choose a parking garage to confront Jason? I mean really?
I was on the verge of tears, I could feel them building around my eyes fighting furiously to get through. To ruin my entire stature of stability. "Who else could it be?" I yelled back, I snatched the papers away from him. It wasn't him, and if it was it was really stupid of me to be realizing that now I should've went to the police first.
I turned away from him and began walking back to my car. It was only him and I in the parking garage and I didn't know what he was capable of when he was this riled up. That's why I screamed when he grabbed my arm and swung me back to face him. His face red with rage, suddenly that all faded away when he looked at me with those sincere worried eyes. "Sam why in the world would you think that I would want to hurt you? Yes you don't know me that well, but in the time that we have known each other I would want you to know that I like you, and I care about you. And I would never ever want anything to happen to you"
I couldn't hold them back any longer, the tears broke through and I buried my face into his chest. "I'm so sorry Jason! I'm a wreck, I'm scared, anxious and I should'nt have accused you"
He hugged me tightly, holding me so close I felt who ever wanted me harmed couldn't break through this man who held me like a treasure. "It's okay Sam, it's alright. Please don't cry." He used his fingers to wipe my tears away and kissed me over my eyelids. "Don't cry baby, nothing will happen to you. Not as long as I'm here"
Mac wasn't really being corroperative with me, Jason told me it was because he wasn't too pleased that I was with him. In my opinion that shouldn't even matter. He was a cop, and his job was to protect and serve and it shouldn't matter who the hell I was with. He needed to do just that.
"Your mother called me earlier about this said that you were going to be here within the hour." He said blandly, he looked at Jason and then back to me. "Where did you go?"
"That doesn't matter. I just want to know if you can run prints on the letter or on my door knob, or if you can watch the security tapes in my building. I'm not going to feel safe sleeping in my own bed knowing that someone wants me dead"
"What gave you the idea that you were going to be sleeping at your place tonight?" Jason asked.
"Well since it is my home I just thought that was where I'll be resting my head at tonight" I replied sarcastically.
"I'm not letting you sleep there"
"I don't need your permission Jason" I hated when people tried to run me.
"I'm just telling you that your not"
"Then where the hell am I sleeping Jason?"
"My place"
"Why didn't you just ask me if I wanted to?"
"Hey! Hey! Hey, now! Lets get this clear I don't have time--"
"Look here the bottom line is that someone wrote this letter put it in a envelope and put it in front of my door with my name on it. All I need you to do is your job. Figure out who it is and drop the damn attitude"
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Mac stood up out of his seat, to gain control to look like a bigger man. He stared down at me and Jason. "I don't have to deal with--
"That's right Mac you don't have to deal with me, I can just file a complaint, tell my mother and go to the next officer who is ready to follow through with his oath."
"Wicked woman"
"Bastard" I whipped back smiling so sweet I'm sure that diabetes would be air borne.
I woke up screaming, Jason held me to his chest whispering over and over "It's okay, it's okay I'm here" It was the middle of the night and I had been asleep in Jason's guest bedroom when that faceless man had pried his way into my dreams. Doing all the things that he had promised.
I don't know why I had that stupid assumption that I could sleep peacefully at home. I would be enternally greatful that Jason had forced me to stay over. "Don't let me go Jason, hold me" I needed to know that he was there. That even in the dark that someone was there to keep that man away.
"Don't worry, I'm not ever going to let go Sam. Shh, I'm here."
I balled up into his body and slept just like that and I found that the only thing that waited for me in my dreams was comfort, and knowing that Jason was there.
