~Chapter 8~
Sam stopped just inches from the doorknob. Well, stopping was an understatement. She was just hesitating. Telling her parents...how would she do it? They were so incapable of handling that kind of knowledge. And Danny would be toast if her dad started to rage out of control. But she had to tell them before she started to show; she had to tell them now.
Danny lost his invisibility and floated right beside his friend. "What's up, Sam?"
She knew he'd been following her home. In fact, she'd asked him personally to do that. That rapist knew where she lived; not a good thing and definitely not a comforting thought. So she'd hoped that if Danny were, he could ward off any such intruder.
The knob turned and the halfa transformed back into his human self. Now it was regular ol' Danny verses the Fearsome Father. And to think he had no clue how her mom was going to react to such news...
Both the teens went inside to be greeted by a butler.
"Hello, Miss Manson. Hello, Mister Fenton. How may I help you?" he said with a deep, very butler-esque voice. He was dressed in a tuxedo and usually stood by the door around this time, waiting for Sam's return from school.
"Yeah, actually, there is. Are Mom and Dad home?" she asked.
"Yes, they're in the main room," he replied.
Sam thanked him and headed down a long hallway filled with murals into the main room. This room had a big plasma screen TV with HD. Loads of movies were neatly stacked on ebony shelves right beside it. A huge, long couch was in front of them and there were two love seats on the sides, forming a nice little box. In the center of this box was a round brown coffee table with some salted nuts in bowl on its surface right in the center. And there were her parents sitting right beside each other, watching a documentary on a city's mint.
"Mom, Dad," Sam called, turning their attention to her and Danny.
"Oh, hello, Samantha. Welcome home," her mother greeted.
"I...have some big news to tell you guys," she started.
As Sam prepared to reach the real topic by stalling and talking about a bunch of filler sentences, the hybrid braced himself for what would happen when she finally decided to tell them that he was the father. Even though he obviously wasn't. It was surprising that no one ever questioned that. Had anyone who knew them ever seen them kiss or touch each other before? No. Because they really hadn't unless ghosts got involved.
"Samantha, please stop babbling. What was the news you were going to tell us?" her mother's kind voice sang.
The goth sighed. How did they do this even in the movies? "I-I'm..." she lowered her voice dramatically so they wouldn't hear her, "...pregnant."
"What was that, dear?" her father said. Well, they hadn't heard her and now she had to repeat it...
"You know how I've been sick this past week?" she started. Not waiting for a reply, she decided to just spill it all out at once, "I'm pregnant and Danny's the dad." She was so quick in her words that her parents looked startled at first as they let what had been said sink in.
Both their eyes turned to the halfbreed when they finally registered what their daughter had told them.
"You knocked up my daughter!" Mr. Manson screamed, breaking the awkward silence.
Danny shivered at that thought, but didn't respond. He was just there for moral support for Sam; he had no intentions of dying today. So instead he stayed still. Bad idea. Her dad grabbed the collar of his shirt and lifted him off the ground.
This was where Sam stepped in. "Dad, no!" She slapped at her father's hand.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't send him into oblivion!" he demanded.
"Because...B-Because..." She had to think of an excuse. And fast, before something bad happened to Danny. "I love him!" she blurted.
Her and the halfa's face lit up with a nice little tint.
"So it was your choice?" her father asked as he put Danny down.
Sam nodded, still blushing. She knew what her father meant by 'it'.
"You...willingly...?"
Again, a nod.
"Fenton, get out of here. I never want to see you again," her dad ordered, face turning a furious rose color.
Danny wasted no time in doing exactly what Mr. Manson told him to. He'd wanted to get out anyway. Such a situation with such a father wasn't precisely a place where he would belong. But his thoughts were somewhat...elsewhere. Had Sam meant what she said when she told her dad she loved him? The sentence itself made his heart soar, and he felt on top of the world when he looked back on it. But what if it was just an excuse? What if she'd said that only to protect him from her father's wrath?
"But, Dad, you can't do this to me!" Sam was pleading. Tears lined her face with salty wetness and her mascara was beginning to run, forming lines of black that outlined the watery trails. It was so obvious that something had upset her. Even the dumbest, most ignorant idiot on the face of the Earth could figure that much out.
"Samantha Manson! You are not to argue with me! I will never condone such a horrendous activity!" her dad screamed at her. His face was just the opposite of his daughter's. It was clear he was infuriated with her. There was a dash of disgust wiped on his expression, and it was only deepening with each word his little girl said.
"But you're my parents!" she countered as she tried vainly to scrub off her waterfall of tears.
"And that's how we know you've grown up! You decided that the moment that Fenton kid saw you naked!" he retorted, his anger seeming to override his senses. But that kind of thing never happened to her dad. He'd always maintained reason, even when this emotional state came upon him.
She was far too upset to blush at the comment, despite its untruthfulness. "But...I've always been your little girl, remember?"
"And when your child has sex for the first time, then you'll know exactly how we feel!" With these final words, her dad pointed sternly towards the door. She was to leave. Now.
The shamed goth turned her back to her paternal parent and moved slowly towards the front door, wondering if Danny was still there or if he'd left. The butler that had greeted her stood firmly with a sad expression. He felt bad for what happened to her.
"I...I'm so sorry, Miss Manson... If there's ever anything you need, I would be honored to help you," he offered.
She cracked a sad smile as she passed him. Sam let her hair fall over her face to hide her crying soul from anyone who might be watching. It was only before she opened the door that she wondered how much more torture she could endure before she was finally broken.
She exited her house for the last time. Danny wasn't there. Must've gone home... She knew that once she stepped off the last doorstep, she would no longer be accepted back into her home. And her family was already off-limits. All because of this God-forsaken baby. All because of this little thing that grew inside her, gathering up nutrients to grow and become human. Her eyes narrowed at the thought of it just being there, and she allowed her rage towards it to grow.
All the while she hadn't even noticed when it started to rain. Her thoughts were focused negatively on her baby. The one she never wanted. The one forced upon her. The one that seemed to belong to someone else. And the one that she wanted to strangle, to take out her anger on. Thankfully, it had the protection of her belly and was probably to small to have a head yet.
Rain slid off her hair and skin for awhile, but as the relentless storm continued, she went from dappled to drenched. Rain poured off her her head and soaked her clothes even worse than they already were. Her shirt got baggy and her skirt was beginning to hang a little lower than normal. Even her underwear was getting wet. Uncomfortable, yes, but she didn't even care. In fact, the only thing that could make it worse would be-
"Well, well, well. If it isn't my former acquaintance. Miss me?" a deep voice growled.
She turned her eyes to meet the man's. He was wearing a black ski mask, which made it impossible to see his identity. But his eyes showed well through the slits that he meant only bad intentions. He had before, and he would now. At first, it was the same feeling: she didn't care what he did to her. After all, she'd just been disowned by her parents thanks to his baby. What more could he take from her? But when he started to advance with speed that belied his size, she got caught by his arms and found that he'd somehow managed to tie a long cloth around her head, gagging her. It was so tight, she couldn't get it off. And it hurt.
"Relax, and this time it'll be much easier for you," he purred threateningly.
She tried to scream, but the cloth had caused her tongue to fold up into the back of her mouth, rendering her unable to produce a sound. This, probably more than anything, scared her. Danny would never hear her call for help if she didn't make any noise to warn him. And she'd rather have him rescue her than the police. Police tended to be morons at times and she wouldn't have the patience to put up with that.
The man grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her before she had the chance to run. He held her wrists tightly with one hand used the other to yank her head up by her hair, causing her to wince and squirm. "What're you gonna do? You're too weak to defend yourself. Your friend isn't coming to rescue you. And you're all alone," the man taunted, wishing as much pain on her as possible.
She narrowed her eyes even further to show him her discomfort and anger.
He was nearly wordless after that. Instead, it seemed he wanted to get right down to business. He hastily dragged her behind the dark space in between her house and the one next to hers, her neighbor's house. The space was basically just a tight alley, but it was more obscure than ones seen in movies. A nearby dumpster almost kept the two from entering, but the man and his cargo squeezed through it. Sam realized that this was where it would happen. In a place Danny wouldn't likely find. The dumpster they'd passed would shroud the view of the entire scene, while the gag kept her from making a racket. He'd planned this out thoroughly.
The man pressed her down to the ground with her back facing upward. He sat on her, preventing her from getting up, and took his hand off her hair to pull out another cloth and tie it painfully tightly around her wrists. She couldn't break free of the makeshift handcuffs. The cloth was too strong and it was tied in knots that were way more complicated than a simple shoelace-tie. Plus, this knot was done not once, but three times!
She turned her head to glare at him, being as it was all she could do at the time. What did he plan on doing with her? Kill her? Rape her again? If he planned to kill her, he would've done it sooner. If he planned to rape her for the second time, how would he get her clothes off with her limbs tied up like this? This question answered itself. He pulled out a knife and held it close to her neck.
She closed her eyes so she wouldn't see it coming, but when nothing happened, she opened her eyes again. He was using the knife to cut off her shirt. Did this mean she would have to suffer the pain all over again? Most likely. She was turned over without warning and he continued slicing through fabric. All she could do was watch and wait for it all to end. She didn't dare move or squirm for fear of the blade accidentally stabbing her.
After what seemed like forever, he got off her shirt and skirt, leaving her with nothing but her undergarments on. These didn't take anywhere near as long to cut off. The sadistic man threw aside the knife and mounted the girl. She closed her eyes as tightly as she could and only listened to the sounds before her own muffled voice: harsh breathing, the downpour of the rain, a zipper being unzipped... Then her screams being muffled by the gag. What little noise she managed to make was drowned out by the downpour.
All she could feel was the pain. The ground scraping her back didn't hurt, the sting of the cold rain didn't faze her, and the freezing winds of the storm didn't chill her. The only thing she felt was the horrible pain that seemed to be trying to kill her. She was sure that any second now would be the second she would break in half.
For the tenth time, Danny checked his phone. He'd hightailed it out when Sam's dad had told him to leave. But something was wrong. Shouldn't their family spat be over with by now? Sure, it was a big thing, but still... And Sam still hadn't called him to tell him how things turned out. Was she too upset? Or maybe she was just mad at her parents. It could be that she was mad at him for leaving when he did. Maybe she'd expected him to stay there.
He morphed into a ghost and flew out, telling himself he only wanted to make sure Sam was okay. His heart told him differently. It told him something was happening, something he couldn't stop. It told him Sam was in trouble. It told him he needed to get to her. His mind wholeheartedly agreed.
The rain didn't help. It was so bad that he could hardly see three feet in front of himself. He could vaguely make out the outlines of buildings and cars, but there was absolutely no detail. He couldn't see the windows on the buildings nor the mirrors on the cars. He couldn't tell what color they were or if they were brick or wooden. But he told himself it didn't matter, that Sam was his only priority, and kept pushing through with immense difficulty.
After what he assumed to be an hour, much too long for his comfort, he found his way to the individualist's house. But her bedroom lights weren't on... Why would that be when it was so dark out already? He flew down from her window to the front door and phased through it. Inside was different. Her parents could be heard having a heated and definitely serious conversation somewhere in the mansion, but Sam was nowhere to be found. He knew this because he carefully scanned every room before exiting the building. Where was she? Surely she wasn't out in this storm. No matter how upset someone got, they should have the logic to stay inside during such horrible weather as this.
A lightning bolt crackled with electricity, and thunder soon boomed after. The entire sky lit up with nature's light show, scaring most little kids and even some adults within their homes. Others were just annoyed at their satellite going out.
Danny wasn't distracted by this. He kept up his search. Since he was nearsighted in this weather, he had to search pretty close to the ground. Lightning allowed some view, but at an extremely temporary time frame. The rain still blocked most of everything, though, even with its help. The winds were probably just as bad. It pushed the rain to sting his face.
He searched close to the grass on her lawn, but didn't find anything. Not a hint, not a clue, nothing. He didn't pay attention as his hair and jumpsuit got wetter by the minute, if Sam was in this storm, she had to be suffering cruelly right now. Besides, he couldn't just abandon her. Not again. Not after what happened the last time he failed to hear her cries for help. Yes, he still blamed himself for that. He would much rather it have been him, but being able to feel her pain and comprehend it was impossible.
He was right about to leave the area, right about to search elsewhere, when he spied a darker, more hidden place. It looked like an alley, but he'd never noticed it before. He'd never even known it was there. The downpour shrouded its presence from his earlier attempts to find Sam, but maybe she'd taken refuge here. But that wouldn't be right...why wouldn't she have stayed inside her home?
He decided it was worth a shot and floated over to the dark spot. It was just barely visible through the heavy rain, but it was definitely there and not a trick of his own worried imagination.
He bumped into a dumpster, not knowing it was there, and proceeded to squeeze through the small entryway that it created. This might actually be a good place to look. Sam was so skinny, she could probably fit through here very easily.
As he went on, however, he became a little disheartened that he would find Sam here, of all places. The heavy rainfall made it extremely hard to see anything. He put a hand over his line of sight, right above his eyes, and tried to see more clearly. No good.
He took two more steps and stopped to look down. Not a moment too soon, either. One more step and he would've trampled the very person he was looking for.
"Sam...?" he breathed. He bent down to inspect her more closely. It was definitely Sam. Her clothes were carelessly tossed to the side and she was left nude. Her hair was so wet that several strands of it stuck together, forming soaked clumps. Her mouth was gagged with a cloth that was, he figured, tied around the back of her head. Her arms were under her back, pushing her stomach up slightly. Blood trickled from a wound somewhere on her head. That would explain why she was unconscious.
He looked closer, not yet acknowledging the fact that she was naked. She was breathing; she was alive.
The spectre looked to her clothes. They'd been cut off. It was impossible for them to cover anything on her. Even her bra, which was black and had lacing on the cups, had been cut straight down the middle. Everything just lay there, sopping wet and torn. How was he going to fly her over the city when she was exposed like this? Oh, right. Duh. He had invisibility on his side.
He put one arm beneath her neck and another beneath her knees and stood up. Her head lolled back. She was out cold. Fury filled him at that point, and he roared out his anger. It wasn't just fury he felt, but a spectrum of emotions. Fury, sorrow, pain, frustration...the list went on.
The ghost lowered his head and nuzzled her neck. "I'm so sorry, Sam..." he whispered as he cried into her.
He turned invisible and flew back to his house, cradling the goth tenderly in his arms.
A/N
Well, whatd'ya think? Worth the wait? I sure hope it was. I know this chapter was really sad, but I'm sure the animators won't really do this to Sam. Besides, I put in another rape scene for two reasons: one, because I didn't really describe the first one; and two, because I wanted a moving moment with Danny and Sam. I thought this would be perfect.
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And now for your well-deserved replies:
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SpaceCaseWriter-Technically, they did flip. But they took it out on poor Sam. Stalk away, I'm fine with it.
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