WARNING: GRAFFIC ATTACK I TRIED TO KEEP IT MINIMAL
I HAVE A FEELING ALOT OF YOU MAY NOT LIKE WHAT I DID IN THIS CHAPTER, BUT I NEED SAM TO HIT A ROCK BOTTOM POINT TO REALIZE THAT SHE NEEDS HELP.
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Two weeks went by with Sam avoiding Brooke at all costs. She was embarrassed that Brooke had seen her in the compromising situation at the party. Sam kept thinking about how Brooke had rejected her. She decided that herself and Brooke would never happen other than in her own dreams.
Dreams were the key to Sam's happiness. Sam delved deeper into drugs and alcohol. She stayed most nights at Stacy's house where she could get as many drugs as she could. She had stopped showing up to work and lost her job. She stopped talking to Becca, because Becca was making her feel worse about her personal use of drugs that were the only thing that made her happy. She quickly ran out of money. No money, No drugs.
"I'll pay you next week please just spot me some pills," Sam pleaded from a dirty stained couch in Stacy's basement.
"Sammie, you already own me money. Plus you don't have any income anymore," Jake, Stacy's brother poured them both shots of vodka before sitting next to her on the couch.
He handed her the shot glass and they both took the shot of vodka. The alcohol burned the back of Sam's dry throat. She set the glass on the table with all the empty beer cans from the night before.
"Please, I'll do anything to repay you just please give me some of your strongest stuff," Sam pleaded yet again not willing to give up.
Jack scooted closer to Sam and placed his calloused hand on her bare thigh. He started to work his hand up under her mini skirt. His body shifted closer to her and he leaned till his lips were mere centimeters from her ear.
"Anything?" His hot vodka breath tickled her ear. His hand moved farther up till it was hovering just under her panties.
Sam wanted to slap him in the face, call him a perv, and storm off. She didn't move. She need the drugs. She could feel the acid bowel from her stomach rising up her throat, but she swallowed and pushed back the voices in her head that were screaming at her to stop.
"One condition." She turned to him. He wasn't ugly by any means but he was using her and was not the nicest guy.
"What?" He started to kiss her neck and breath her in.
"I get the drugs now," Sam closed her eyes praying that he would agree.
"You got a deal," He got up from the couch and left the room.
Run Sam. Get the hell out of there this is a big mistake. No. There is no other way. I lost my job and the economy is crap. I'll just take some of the pills and drinks a few more shots. I won't remember any of it.
She got up from her comfy spot on the couch and made her way to the bar. She stepped behind in and poured herself a shot. She downed in and then did three more before Jake came back in the room with a baggie of pills.
He approached the bar and set the bag down before pouring himself a drink. She pulled out two pills and swallowed them dry. She placed the baggie in her purse and then sat back down on the couch to let the drugs take effect.
He came to the couch and pushed her down till he was laying, on top of her, on the couch. She started to panic.
"Take the drugs back. I changed my mind," She tried to push him off of her.
"We made a deal, bitch. You own me money plus you already took some," He started to remove her shirt and bra while blocking her punches.
"No! Get the hell off. I'll get you your money, please just stop," Sam was panicking and throwing punches to his face, which he blocked them all.
His hands grabbed on to her skirt and panties and pulled so fast that Sam couldn't react quick enough. He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head with his right hand while his left hand roamed her naked form.
Sam was crying hysterically pleading for him to stop. He ignored her pleads and entered her hard and fast.
Sam felt as if she was having an out of body experience. He continued to rape her as she tried to believe that this was not happening. This is a nightmare. God Sam wake up. Get the hell up. It seemed to last forever. He finally finished with her and left her on the couch naked and cold. Sam felt as if she couldn't move. She laid there a few more minutes before being able to sit up. Once she sat up she found her clothes and entered the bathroom.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She saw and empty expression looking back at her. The bile she had forced down before finally broke through its dam. She fell to the toilet bowl and let it all out. She emptied all the contents in her stomach before cleaning her mouth out. She didn't clean the evidence of him on her just yet because she decided to ignore it instead. She put her clothes back on and left the bathroom.
She walked over to the bar and grabbed her purse and the 3/4 full vodka bottle sitting out. She went to her car and sat in it till she could figure out where she should go.
Brooke had realized that Sam had been avoiding her but she chalked it up to her having seen Sam under the influence. Over these two weeks Brooke decided that she was not being fair to Harrison. Today she was going to break up with him and hope that he would understand that their relationship was going nowhere.
The last bell rang and Brooke went straight for her locker knowing that Harrison would meet her there. She walked around the corner and sure enough there he was leaning against her locker smiling. She gave him a small smile back, but knew that his smile would fade when they had their talk.
"Hi there gorgeous," Harrison moved to lean against the next locker so that Brooke could open hers.
"Hi," Brooke opened her locker. She switched out some books and closed the door. She looked over to Harrison. "Can we talk?"
"Of course," Harrison looked a little worried.
"Ok how about we meet at my place," Brooke said as they headed towards their cars.
They were sitting on the couch, sipping on some water when Brooke decided to talk.
"Harrison, you've been a great boyfriend and friend," Brooke started off.
"Well, I have a great girlfriend that brings out all my good qualities," Harrison smiled and set his water on the coffee table.
Oh boy, this is going to suck. Brooke you're going to break his heart.
"Harrison…I think we should break up," Brooke said slowly but the rest of her words came running faster out her mouth, not letting Harrison respond quite yet. "I just think that are relationship isn't going anywhere and I feel like I'm just stringing you along."
"Do you really think that?" Harrison's had hurt look in his eyes.
Brooke couldn't look him in the eyes she felt guilty for being with him when she knew deep down that she would have rather been with someone else.
"Yes, and I'm sorry. I really am," Brooke looked in to his eyes briefly before focusing on something just past his head.
Harrison stood up to leave. "Is there someone else?" Harrison asked before he walked out of the room.
"No, well maybe, I'm not sure. I didn't cheat on you. I just have feelings for someone else and you deserve some who is 100% devoted to you and that person is not me," Brooke answered.
Harrison left the house without another word and Brooke didn't blame him, but she hoped that someday they would still be able to be friends.
Brooke curled up on the couch and watched the end of a Food Network show. Just as another one started she heard a knock on the back door.
Becca was worried about Sam. Sam had shut her out and wouldn't return her phone calls. She had gotten a call yesterday from Stacy, saying that Sam was starting to get in trouble with not being able to pay for her drugs.
Becca had the day off and decided to stop by Sam's and talk to her even if Sam tried to ignore her. Becca drove up to the house and walked around to the back door. She knocked on the glass. A blonde opened the door and Becca recognized her as Brooke.
"Hello, how can I help you?" Brooke asked.
"I'm looking for Sam," Becca smiled at her.
"Sam is not home. My I ask who you are?" Brooke crossed her arms defensively.
"I'm Becca, Sam's friend from work," Becca said, then realized that Sam hadn't told anyone about her job.
"Work? Sam has a job? Where?" Brooke was shocked.
"Well she used to work at the Café on Grand," Becca stated.
"Used to?" Brooke was full of questions.
"Oh, um can I come in I feel a little awkward standing out here playing twenty questions," Becca realized that she was going to get to the bottom of Sam's feeling for Brooke by seeing if the blonde had any feelings in return.
"Yes come in. Can I get you something to drink?" Brooke asked as she went to refilled her cup up with some more water.
"Yes, please water's fine," Becca closed the door behind her and leaned on the counter watching Brooke get the refreshments together.
Brooke handed Becca water before they headed into the living room.
Brooke sat on one end of the couch as Becca sat at the other end. The both drank some water before Becca answered Brooke's pending question.
"She was fired last week because she stopped showing up," Becca set her glass down on a coaster being polite.
"I don't understand why she had a job and didn't tell us. We would of noticed if Sam started buying things, unless she was saving it all," Brooke stated in disbelief.
Becca started to become uncomfortable and was unsure if she should be slipping Sam's dirty laundry. She decided to spill because her concern for Sam's well being was a more important than Sam hating her.
"She was using the money to buy drugs and booze," Becca reached over and grabbed the glass of water and took a swallow.
"Drugs? What the hell. What kind of drugs?" Brooke was clearly upset.
"Painkillers," Becca said calmly.
"Why painkillers?" Brooke asked probing for why someone she cared about would be hooked on painkillers.
"It was for emotional pain," Becca answered Brooke.
Brooke's mind was going a hundred miles a minute. Sam. Emotional pain. Drugs.
Becca cleared her throat. "Brooke the reason I came here is because I got a call from Stacy who told me that Sam was in debt with her drug dealer and that she was unable to pay him because she is broke. That is really bad. Sam is starting to slide more quickly down with her consumption of drugs. I came to help her get help for her problem before she does something stupid."
Brooke rambled on about something like she was in shock. "You know Sam would have been the last person I would have ever guessed who would allow this to happen to her." Brooke started to shed tears and blubber out incoherent phrases.
"God Sammi. Why? Don't you know how many people care about you? How much I care about you? I hear all this and it kills me. I fuckin' love you Sam, are you blind?"
Becca's head snapped up and she couldn't believe her ears, but then she thought that Brooke's love could be sisterly. She needed to find out though. If Brooke felt the same way Sam did for her then she knew that Sam could pull through all this.
Becca scooted over to Brooke and placed a comforting hand on Brooke's shoulder.
"I'm extremely nosey and you could tell me to go screw myself, but I have to know," Becca tried to lighten up the mood a bit. "Do you love Sam in a sisterly way or I can't keep my hands to myself kind of way?"
Brooke's sniffling stopped abruptly and her tear streaked face looked shocked at Becca. She couldn't believe how forward this girl was. She could tell though that Becca was serious with her question and wanted a serious answer.
"Well, it's definitely not a sisterly love but it's also not the later," Brooke said. Who was she kidding though it was definitely the later and much deeper.
Becca could read her face like a neon sign. "Oh my God, you are totally hot for you step-sister. That is so hot."
"And you are so inappropriate at the wrong time," Brooke looked at her horrified but then smiled, she couldn't help it.
Becca didn't want to tell Brooke about Sam's feelings because that would be stepping over the line in her book. However she could help things along though.
"Brooke I think you need to tell her about how you feel," Becca stated her opinion clearly.
"Why, she doesn't feel the same and I'll probably scare her off," Brooke wiped the tears off her face.
"First off you can't scare Sam off that easily, and secondly you can keep your feelings hidden forever. If you don't say anything you can move forward in your life because they will keep you cemented in the past," Becca tried to coax Brooke out of her shell.
"Easier said than done," Brooke stated sadly but she knew that Becca had a point.
Becca was about to say something when her phone started to ring. She pulled it from her bag and saw Sam on the caller id.
"Sam?" Becca asked.
Brooke tried to hear Sam from where she was sitting but couldn't.
"What? Sam where are you?" Becca said loudly and completely worried. "Ok? Stay put. I'll be there in under ten."
Becca ended the call and jumped up from the couch. She looked and Brooke who was waiting for her to say something.
"Sam's is in trouble. You're coming with me. Ass off couch now," Becca yelled and headed to her car with Brooke at her heels.
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