So, I wanted to thank you all for reviewing. They made me so happy! And I was oddly happy with chapter 13. So, here are the statements!
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"You can take your time, Sam, I know this is hard for you," Frank assured, trying to calm the man sitting across from him. Sam ran his fingers through his hair for the umpteenth time that day. He was anxious, angry, but he had to stay strong for Andy. He turned his head to look down at Molly, who was sleeping peacefully in the corner. Her turned back to look at Frank, then at the camera. He sighed, annoyed.
"You know Andy and I were, you know, together. In the very beginning of the, uh, relationship," Sam started. He talked to Andy on the way there; she explained that she wanted him to tell everything, which he had agreed to, although he wasn't sure why. Because I love her. He shook his head, refocusing his thoughts, "And I was waiting for her at home, Molly was sleeping. I heard the front door open, thought it was her. Turns out it wasn't. Callaghan hit me on the back of the head, I was knocked out. When I woke up, I was chained in the basement."
Best nodded, knowing Sam wouldn't be someone to go into detail, that's why they had Andy. Sam nodded back, clasping his hands on the table in front of him.
"When did you see Andy?"
"They brought her in I think the day after. She was tied, beaten; she was attached to a pulley-system that went to the middle of the room. When she woke up, I asked her what had happened, she said she didn't remember. She pulled herself to the middle of the room and we sat for a while. Luke came afterwards, telling us that Boyd had made him give us 24 hours before he would do anything. So he unchained me, I went over to Andy's corner, held her. I, uh," Sam smiled, chuckling, "I told her I loved her. And you know what, she loves me back."
Best smiled, happy for his friend, "What happened next?"
"Callaghan came back, told me to go with him or Andy got it. So I complied, he locked me in the bathroom, knocked me out. I woke up, seen a window, pulled at my hands. He handcuffed me to a toilet," he chuckled again, "Can you believe it? A frigen toilet! I found a sharp piece on the toilet, broke the handcuffs. I ran outside, I could've ran, but I heard her scream. He was hurting Andy. So I ran back in, ready to get Luke, to get him off her. He knocked me out again, woke up with Andy. That's about when you guys got there."
Best nodded, standing up, and shaking Sam's hand. Sam stood up at well, calling Molly's name. She perked up, jumping to her feet. Best opened the door, letting Sam walk out with the dog, before following. He walked down the hall to another interrogation room, ready to talk to McNally. He looked back at Sam's retreating figure. He stood straight, shoulders strong, steady pace. He looked down at Molly, who trotted obediently by his side, who looked up at Sam. Sam patted his hip, and Best watched as Molly jumped into his arms, Sam holding her to his side using one arm.
He smiled, continuing down the hall. Frank braced himself for what Andy had to tell. He put a hand on the door, opened it, and greeting the young woman on the other side. She remained in her seat, offering only a small smile. Best sat down, watching her for a moment. She was looking down at her hands, which were ringed in her lap.
"So, Andy, you want to tell me what happened?" he asked. It was only then that she looked up, making eye contact. She nodded, quietly sniffling.
"When, when Sam went missing, I was a mess," she sniffed again, "you could ask anyone. So I went to get," she breathed in a shuddering breath, "I went to get Molly, 'cause she was injured. So I took the back road, it was quicker, quieter, no one would be able to see me cry." She stopped when tears started spilling from her eyes.
"Take your time, when you get out of here," he smiled, "you're going to go home with Sam, have dinner, maybe a nap, then you're going to the Penny to talk to your friends, got it? You're safe, so are Sam and Molly."
Andy nodded, sniffed loudly, "I was blindsided, Boyd, he, uh, he hit the back of the car. I spun into a ditch, I blacked out for a moment, but I was okay. I had some cuts, but I was okay. I didn't start worrying until I seen Boyd pull open the car door, he grabbed my arm and pulled me out. He put me on the road, I think, I wasn't sure, but he looked at me, asked if I was okay. Then he grabbed my ankles, drug me to his car. And then he, oh god, he just," then she started to sob. Best got up, walking over to her, and pulled her into his arms, hugging her. He held her in the fatherly embrace until she calmed down.
"Andy," he said softly, "did Boyd rape you?"
He sighed, relieved, when she shook her head no. But he tensed when she whispered, "Luke." He stroked her hair, asking her to continue.
"Sam probably told you what happened after I got there. It was only when Sam was taken upstairs that something happened," she cried, "Don't tell Sam, I don't want him to worry. I can't put him under anymore stress. Please, I beg you." She was sobbing now, tears freely running down her face, she buried her face in her hands, ashamed of what had happened.
"Andy, it wasn't your fault. And you're going to have to tell Sam, maybe not today, or tomorrow, but soon." Andy nodded, agreeing.
"I will," she promised, "I'll tell him. Luke grabbed me, then he, you know, and then he made me get dressed, and then left me in a corner. I was okay, shocked, I had no power over him. But the point was that was with me, I was okay then. I just want everything to go back to normal, I just want to be happy with Sam and Molly," she pleaded. The tears returned, and Frank handed her a tissue, letting her wipe her eyes. He leaned out the door, asking for some water. And when he got some, he handed it to her, hoping it would calm her down. It worked, and soon he was ushering her out of the room, down the hall, and into Sam's arms.
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When Sam seen Best approach him, his hand on the small of a very upset Andy's back, he stood up and pulled her into a tight hug. He wrapped one arm behind her waist, the other behind her neck. Her small hands were clenched in his shirt, holding him tightly. He breathed in her shampoo, her perfume, and a scent the was undeniably Andy.
He let go, his hands still on her back, leant down and kissed her passionately. There was no need to hide it; everyone was waiting for them to get together. Best turned around and walked away, trying to make it look like he didn't notice. But when Noelle looked at the couple, then at Frank, she smirked and raised an eyebrow, he winked at her. As long as people in the 'higher power' didn't find out, he'd let them be together, considering he was a romantic.
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Sam angrily paced across the living room floor, throwing his hands in the air or running them through his hair. He couldn't remember when he had ever been so angry at someone he'd love. He turned to face her, but was taken back at her vacant and fear-filled stare. He looked in the back corner, where Molly was huddled, keeping to herself.
"How could you not tell me what he did? We were in this together, Andy? You should have told me! Why didn't you tell me?"
Andy looked down, her anger was building almost as quickly as the tears in her eyes. She was getting fed up with his behavior on the subject, she clenched her fists at her side, trying to be the mature adult. It wasn't until he uttered the line, "How could you be so stupid?" did she say something.
She stood up quickly, fueled by anger, and almost slapped him. But she refrained, instead going for the gentler approach, screaming at him.
"You asshole! You think this was hard for you, huh?"
"Well it kind of hurts when you don't tell-"
"How could I tell you? I knew you would act like this! And you can't blame me for not telling you, you weren't raped!" And there was the word again. Silence hung over them, practically suffocating the couple. Sam gasped, realizing how much of an asshole he was being.
"Andy, I am so, so, sor-" Sam was cut off when Andy stepped up to him, wrapped her slim arms around his neck, and kissed him. It was full of anger, passion, and love. Sam could taste the tears, and he mentally kicked himself for causing them. He shouldn't have been so hard, so cruel. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. When they broke apart, he stared into her teary eyes.
"Shut up, just shut up, please. I need you; I can't get better without you on my side. We can't get better if we are angry, Sam. I love you, more than anything, I do. But I can't fight with you, ever," she admitted, and all Sam could do was nod. He leant down again, kissing her deeply. He bent his knees, putting his arms under her legs and back. He picked her up, tossing her before having her settle in his arms.
She giggled, glad they were okay, and squealed with delighted, then moaned, when he kissed her roughly. "Sam, we're going to be late for the Penny," she reasoned against his lips. He just chuckled, leading her down the hall in his arms.
"I'm sure they'll survive." And with that, the bedroom door slammed shut.
And there Molly sat, on her too big dog bed, deciding if she should follow, open the door, and check on Sam, or stay put, saving herself from a possible scaring sight. But when she heard a groan, and a loud, feminine laugh, she pulled a loose blanket over her head, attempting to block out the sound.
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Yes, I know, Molly's a dog. But when there's a lot of noise at my house, Maibe goes nuts and acts like that. Anyways, please review, I'm not sure when I'll get to update next. But I have to let Cezar out, in the pouring rain. And stand there with him, because a nine pound, 8 week old puppy can't be out alone. Please review, btw.