Sam wakes up and stretches. Her need to urinate hitting her instantly.
"Bill!" She calls out, hoping he would let her out.
"BILL!" She screams and bangs on the door.
No answer. She bounces in place a few moments before standing and relieving herself in one of the corners. she moves to the front of the closet in an attempt to get as far away from the mess as possible. She huddles against the door. Never in her life had she wanted to be comforted so bad. To wake up from this hellish nightmare. An eternity seems to pass. She never felt so vulnerable or scared in her life than she did last night or whatever time it is. She felt like used trash.
A door opening and the jingle of keys breaks the suffocating silence. Sam perks up a little, hoping to be let out of the small dark smelly closet.
A few minutes later the closet door was unlocked and opened. Light flooded in, temporarily blinding Sam, she squints. Her vision adjusts and she cowers down as Bill took a step closer. Bill smelled something foul, he looks in the closet to see a large wet spot. He looks at the naked woman cowering on the floor.
"I'm sorry Sam." He whispers and drops to his knees and wraps his arms around her. She sits there, and lays her head against his chest, as she stares at the peeling wallpaper. Bill kisses the top of her head. He lifts his hand to her face, she flinches away, he slowly moves his hand closer to her face and brushes the hair out of her eyes. He gently flattens his palm on her cheek and strokes it with his thumb. Tears roll down her cheeks. Bill tries to wipe them away.
"Shhhhhh. It's okay. It's okay." He murmurs comfortingly to her.
A sob racks her body as she desperately wanted to believe his words.
"Everything's going to be alright."
She leaned against his torso, his warmth burning her freezing skin. He hugs her tightly to his chest. He scoops her up and takes her to his room. Gently setting her down on the bed, he pulls a thick blanket out of a drawer, and wraps it around her shivering form. He sits beside her on the bed. A loud crack of thunder startles the already frightened woman. Bill pulls her into his chest and nuzzles the back of her head. Dreading where this is going Sam openly sobs.
Bill strokes her cheek. "You're safe, it's okay, it's okay, shhhhhh, you're safe." He whispers her into her ear.
"I'm not safe here." She croaks.
"Yes you are, it's okay, it's just a few loud sounds and wind." He tries to comfort her again.
"I'm not safe here. You hurt me." she says hoarsely.
"Sam..." Bill whines, pressing himself to her.
She shakes her head, trying to scoot away from Bill.
"I'm sorry, I won't hurt you, I promise." He cries.
"I don't want to be raped or beat up...I just want to go home." She whispers.
"Sam, I won't hurt you anymore." Bill sobs into her hair.
"I Just want to go home."
"I just want to be loved." Bill yells, his chest tight in pain.
"You won't find love this way..." Sam breaths out.
"I know..." Bill's voice cracks.
"Please let me go."
He tightens his embrace. " Nooo!" He wails.
She struggles to throw the blanket off herself and rolls over to face the man. The covers laying over waist, her chest exposed, she props herself on her elbow.
"Give me a chance! I'm so lonely!" He wails bitterly.
Sam contemplates this. She snorts at the thought of her even considering this. "Why should I?" She rasps out, her throat dry.
"I'll take care of you." He pleads.
"I can take care of myself." She huffs.
A sob racks through his body.
"I fucking hate myself...fine." She huffs, hoping she could keep up a facade long enough until she could escape, already doubting it would work.
Bill kisses her forehead and lays his head on her chest. "You made me the happiest man alive." He beams.
Sam rolls her eyes, "Yeah, you won't feel that way for long." She thought to herself.
"I love you, Sam."
Sam's stomach growls loudly. Bill chuckles and kisses her cheek lovingly. "Let's put some food in that tummy." He says excitedly as he pulls her to her feet.
She follows, feeling slightly queasy, unsure of this. 'Just a couple of weeks and I can just slip out.' She tries to reassure herself.
Bill pulls out a chair from table for Sam, she sits down, and he pushes her in.
"What would you like?" Bill asks her eagerly.
"Mom's spaghetti." She says in a bored tone.
Bill chuckles and pulls out a box of pasta and a jar of sauce. He rummages through one of the cabinets and pulls out a small pot. He fills it halfway with water and sets it on the stove to boil.
Taking a seat in the other chair, he places his hands over Sam's much smaller ones, he gazes into her blue eyes and smiles. Sam forces herself to smile and not pull away. His hands were really soft she observes. She stares out the kitchen window, the sun was sinking behind the house across the street. She sees three men standing outside the fence of the neighbor's house, drinking beers.
Bill reluctantly pulls his hands away and stands. He dumps the pasta in the water and pours in a small amount of olive oil in as well to prevent sticking. He opens the jar of sauce and pops it in the microwave.
"So, where were you headed?" Bill asks suddenly.
Samantha stares blankly at the table, many emotions hitting her at once, her stomach churns. Regretting even playing along. She sighs, ' Only a couple weeks.' She tries to reassure herself.
"I was headed to my deadbeat brother's." She answers.
"Oh, do you have any other family?"
'What are you getting at?' She glares at the table in thought. Sam sucks in a breath of air, "Are you trying to see if I'll be missed?"
Bill gives her a look, "No."
Sam rolls her eyes and blows a piece of hair out of her eyes. " You so were. I guess it doesn't fucking matter. I only have my brother. You?"
"I only have a cousin left." He says as he drains the pasta.
"That sucks."
Bill nods. He mixed the pasta and sauce together and plops the contents on a plain white plate. He grabs two forks and hands one to Sam. "I only had one plate. I bought some yesterday. I haven't washed them yet though."
"So what? What now? Are you going to keep me in your house?" Sam says as she twirls her fork in the pasta.
"Well yeah..."
"So this is basically give you a chance while still being held against my will, either way I'm still being held captive here. Right?" Sam says heavily.
"It's not like that. You'll never come back." He sighs.
Sam snorts, "To be honest, the thought of having a romantic, scratch that, any kind of relationship with you is sickening. For obvious reasons."
Bill stares at her in horror.
"Yeah, you raped me, beat me, and threw me in that fucking closet. Think about, would you want to have anything to do with that person? Let alone be intimate with them?" She says and puts a forkful of spaghetti in her mouth.
"I-I don't know what come over me. I'm tired of being lonely, no one will give me a chance." He says sourly.
"Well if this is the way you pick up women...you can't really blame them. Fuck, if we're going to continue this conversation I need some alcohol in me. Where's the whiskey?" Sam demands as she stands.
"In the cabinet."
"That's helpful captain obvious." Sam huffs and starts ripping open the cabinets until she spots it alone on one of the shelves. She pulls out the cork and takes a mouthful of the drink.
"Okay, where were we? Ah yea the part where I can go fuck myself because either way I'm stuck here against my will." She says sarcastically.
"I thought you were going to give me chance!" Bill says angrily.
"What choice do I have? Either go with it and fuck my sanity or die trying to get out of here. I'm pretty sure your not above killing me." Sam says as she takes another swig of whiskey.
"I thought you were going to give me a chance!" Bill yells louder and slams his fist down on the table, rattling their forks.
"What choice do I have?" She sighs in resignation.
Bill puts his head in his hands and sighs heavily.
"How old are you? I'm forty-seven" Bill asks suddenly, looking up at her.
"Nineteen." She says and takes another mouthful of the liquid fire.
Bill reaches across the table and yanks the bottle out of her hand and drinks a mouthful as well. He puts the cork in the bottle and places it on the counter top behind him.
Sam gives him a 'what the fuck did you do that for look'.
"You're not old enough and you already drank enough to get drunk." He says sternly.
She lets out a bark of laughter, "Oh, but it's okay to rape me."
Bill gets up abruptly and walks out of the kitchen. Sam stares after him in confusion. She shrugs and starts inhaling the mostly untouched spaghetti. Once she had her fill she grabs the bottle of whiskey and drinks a couple of mouthfuls. Already feeling its effects, she sways on her feet slightly.
She nonchalantly walks to the front door and tries opening it. Furrowing her brows in confusion when it wouldn't open. She looked up and seen the pad lock. " Shit, I forgot about that."
She tries the window in the living, it didn't budge. It too was locked. She walks around the house looking for a back door. Eventually she finds one, it too had a pad lock. "Well played." She mused irritably. She went back into the kitchen and grabbed a chair, dragging it to the living room window, she picks it up, losing her balance slightly. Bill walks into the living room to see what she was doing that was making so much noise.
He rushes over to her and snatches the chair out of her grasp.
"SAM! What do you think you're doing?" Bill demands as he rushes over to her and snatches the chair out of her grasp.
"Oh c'mon!" She slurs slightly. Her limbs growing heavier.
Bill sets the chair down and sweeps Sam off her feet.
"Woo!" She cries out in surprise. She lays her head on his shoulder. Bill sighs as he gazes at her flushed face.
"What?" She asks.
"You're drunk." Bill states, still upset from her almost breaking his window.
"Cool." She slurs.
Bill sighs, not liking her drunken state. He carries her to his room and sets her gently on the bed. He undresses and spoons her, laying an arm over her waist.
"You're so beautiful Samantha." Bill breathes.
"Are you gon' fuck me now?" She asks suddenly.
"No." Bill whispers, his lips grazing her ear. She shivers from the contact.
"K, thanks." She slurs and pulls the blankets over her.
Bill pulls the blanket over himself, he buries his face in her hair and strokes her stomach with his thumb. She sighs and pulls the blanket over her head. He slides his hand up on her ribs and lightly strokes her side. She shivers from the touch. He trails his fingertips over her breast. She exhales shakily. He cups her breast and massages it gently. she moans. Taking this as a good sign he pinches her nipple. She inhales sharply and rolls onto her back and uncovers her head.
The suns last rays of light streaming through the tattered curtain. Her head swimming, she looks at Bill, he let's go of her breast. "You're an ass." Sam slurs in frustration, fighting her body's reactions. Bill stretches, his body hair tickling her side.
"Dammit!" Sam hisses and presses the heels of her hands over her eyes.
"What's wrong?" Bill asks, as lays his arm over her waist.
"This!" She huffs and throws her arms straight out in front of her for emphasis.
Bill slides his hand up her chest, grazing over her breast and cups her cheek. He turns her head and presses his lips to hers. She doesn't pull away, and enjoys the warmth. He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against hers.
"I feel 'ike jello." She slurs.
"It's ok." Bill reassures her.
She snorts, "Can we jus' get' dis over with?"
"Get what over with?" Bill asks confused.
"Sex." She answers like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
A taken back for a moment, that she actually wanted to have sex with him. He sighs in frustration, he forgot to take a Viagra earlier.
"I can't." He whispers, feeling his cheeks heat up. He takes her hand and places it on his semi erect penis.
"Uh?" She slurs in confusion.
"I didn't take my Viagra." He whispers, ashamed.
Sam bursts out laughing, holding her sides.
"We could still kiss and hold each other." Bill said a little hopeful.
Sam calming down, "I jus' wan'ed to get it over with. I don' wan' fuck." She rolls on her side. Bill pulls her to him, their bodies pressed together. He liked the way her soft breasts felt and looked pressed against his chest. He kisses her lips softly. She pulls away and lays her head in the crook of his neck. Bill kisses her forehead and pulls the covers over them both.
"Goodnight Sammy." He says dreamily.
"...nigh..." She whispers, drifting asleep.
He watched the rise and fall of her chest. She didn't resist him like she had been, though she was very drunk. He kept himself from shrugging, he would take what he could get. He begins to drift off as well, enjoying her warmth, and closeness.
A/N: Thanks for reading! A special thanks to flowergirl for being awesome!