Author's Note: Wow, I'm actually posting a chapter on time! Gasp, it must be the end of the world! Or, maybe I just found time in my schedule. Yup yup. I hope you enjoy the chapter; yes I know it's short. I don't know when the next chapter'll be up, though. Seeing as I'm not done writing it...
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Lovesick
Chapter Ten
Sam screamed. She screamed for what seemed like hours, though it may have only been seconds. She leaned against the white counter, gasping for breath, the scars on her right arm throbbing painfully.
"Sammie," Moon crooned, lithely jumping off the windowsill. She grinned broadly, but her smile faded as she noticed the scars Sam had been attempting to cover. She walked forward and softly touched the weak skin. Sam jumped back, as though her touch had burned her.
"Don't touch me!" Sam screamed. "You have no right!"
"What are you talking about, you stupid girl! I have all the right in the world!"
Moon moved forward again, but Sam backed away until her back was pressing the counter. Moon's eyes hardened. Both woman glared at each other, and the air itself seemed to solidify with the coldness of their glares.
"I see you can walk again," Sam said stiffly.
"Oh, yes. Money can buy you near everything these days."
A pause.
"Why are you here?"
"You haven't been calling me, Sammie."
Sam scowled at the use of the childish name. "It's Sam," she growled.
Moon waved her hand, as if waving away Sam's rudeness. "Why haven't you been calling me, dear?"
"I've been in the hospital."
A longer pause.
"You think that's an excuse?" Moon said softly. There was a clear sign of danger in her silky voice.
"I see young Daniel isn't dead. Why is that, Samantha?" Moon said. She tilted her head a bit to the side, as if she were only mildly curious as to why the youngest Fenton was still alive.
When Sam continued to glare at her, Moon let out a screech of laughter.
"Do not answer me, Samantha! It won't do either of us good if you keep your mouth shut now! Although, I can think of a way to make you talk."
Moon reached past Sam and grabbed the blade. She twirled it around her fingers, as if it were merely a toy.
"Perhaps I can kill the one that comes after you?"
Sam stared. "What?"
Moon grinned widely. "Oh, but surely you know that you are nurturing a life inside you, Samantha."
Sam felt the color drain out of her face. "I'm...pregnant?" She whispered.
Moon grinned even more broadly. "Yes. I see the way you are leaning on that counter, leaning slightly to the side. You cannot hide the truth from me," her grin disappeared. "If you do not wish to kill Danny, then I might just have to kill his son."
She walked steadily up to Sam and traced the blade of the knife across her clothed stomach. Sam felt goosebumps erupt on the skin the blade had touched and shuddered, suddenly feeling very nauseous.
"Do not be like your mother, Sam. Don't make me-"
"Don't you dare talk to me about my mother," Sam said. "You never told me the truth. Maddie was never the bad guy, was she? It was my mother all along!"
Moon reacted so fast Sam didn't have time to shield herself. With a clap like thunder, Moon struck Sam. The sound echoed around the sound-proof room.
Moon moved close and brushed Sam's swollen cheek, as if to take the pain away.
"There, there," she crooned. "You got what you deserved Sammie. You should know never to speak to me like that."
She stepped back. Sam instinctively raised a hand to her cheek.
"I can promise you one thing, Samantha," Moon said. "I will kill your baby."