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Several hours found the pair still in silence, though Danny had glanced over at the raven haired female she had yet to look away from the outside world. She seemed rather quiet, not a trait that the Sam he had know had ever possessed. Seemed she was all the more talkative when she didn't know the person than she was when she knew the person.
"Are you really going to sit there in silence when we - could you know, talk about the situation?" The Goth failed to react.. at first and then she became rather pissed.
"I can do whatever the fuck I want, Daniel, because I never wanted to be found out! I wanted to enjoy my freedom and yet here I am in another jail, but this one is my own making!" The halfa didn't know what to say because he never wanted to be her jailer, no, he had wanted to be her husband at some point, but now it looked like they were on two sides of the same line. She was pissed and he was too, but over different reasons.
"I don't want you to feel like that, but you know that it's right for the child to have both parents and if that child is mine then I want to be there for him or her." The Goth sat there in silence, guilt already rising in her throat because she knew he was right. If the child was his, and she was sure it wasn't, then he had a right, but what did that say if it was Joshua's child? Did he have a right? That was her fear because if he found out he had a child in the world then who was to say that he would come for it? Was that the real reason she hadn't wanted to be found because in reality she still loved the man next to her and there was no use in denying it. "You do understand from where I'm coming from, right?" She nodded.
"It's not that I didn't understand, but it was-" she stopped because if she gave him her fear then she was trusting him to help her, to do something for her and did she want that? No, she couldn't afford that right now. Would Danny do what Josh did? Sam wasn't sure because she didn't know him that well. "Nevermind." Turning away from him all the way they found that silence was their best bet at the moment. That was how it stayed until he pulled up at his house, the one that she had seen only once, the one that was next to his parents' own abode. Shutting off the engine he hurried to help her out, not that she took the help, not Sam. She slapped his hands away as she forced her body out of the car. "I am not an invalid." He shrugged and after unlocking the door told her to wait in the living room. The Goth followed that part of the instructions as she moved to enter the cool interior of his home.
She had loved that he had decorated it himself with all the dark and light colors that made the house beautiful. The living room was painted in colors of the rising sun with a porch that one could go out and sit on in good weather and enjoy from inside on the stormy weather. Sitting on the white couch that faced the large glass door she sighed, her eyes feeling heavy as the comfortable atmosphere filled her. Danny moved to unload her belongings in the only guest room he had, the one that was across the hall from his own room. It was a double bed and was sure that she would enjoy it compared to the hotel mattresses she had been sleeping in. It only took him minutes to set up her room, but when he went to find her in the living room he knew she wouldn't sleep in there tonight. Chances are if he moved her that she would awaken just as angry so he figured it was a better idea to let her sleep where she was.
He smiled as he looked down at the sleeping Goth and in that moment he could see her defenses down. He could see that she hadn't been sleeping well and that even with her pregnancy girth that she was still small, like she hadn't been eating like she should. Grabbing a throw he gently covered her with it and headed back toward his room. He didn't get that far as he stopped before the guest room that would be hers until the birth of her baby, the baby that could be his. As he turned he noticed that a small picture had fallen from her backpack, the one that looked so worn that she had to have had it since the beginning.
Leaning down he picked up the picture, only to put it up when he realized what it was. It was a picture of him, one that she had taken that last morning. He was fast asleep, his tanned skin lighter in the dark night. Looking at the picture he found it was well worn, like someone had held tightly onto it or had looked at it repeatedly. Quickly putting it up he made sure to file that information away because that was a sign that she wasn't really over him. As he turned he found said Goth glaring sleepily at him, her amethyst eyes staring into his own ice blue ones.
"What are you doing?" she questioned, her eye falling to her backpack behind him. "Are you snooping through my things?" He shook his head, his hands coming up as well. At that point he could tell her that he had seen the picture and yet at that same moment he could lie.
"No. Just making sure I got everything from the car," he said because in the end she would think worse of him and since this was starting out on the ground floor there was nowhere else it could go. Hell, if he gave her even one reason to drop this she would jump on it like a hungry dog on a bone. "And I did, but you should be sleeping."
"Why?" He knew what she was thinking and again he was placed in a position to lie or tell the truth, this time he opted for the truth because there was no lie for that question. Not one he could think of.
"You looked tired." Shrugging she moved past him toward her art supplies, all the ones from the internet long gone from previous sales. She tried to stay in one place until all of her art was sold because it was troublesome to move around with all the finished works. "Do you need more canvases?" She nodded without looking at him. "I can by-"
"No. I can buy them, Daniel." Danny almost ground his teeth because he was getting rather annoyed with her calling him by his full name, like they had no relationship, but they knew otherwise. "Just drive me to the store and I will get them." He shook his head now because there was no way he was going to let her do all that hard work. "You know I can see you, right?"
"Then you know that I won't let you lift a finger from here on out." She turned to him, a wad of cash in her hand, and nodded. "Good." She shook her head at him as she moved to pass him.
"Being more assertive? I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing for me." Danny sighed as she walked out the door, the urge to smack himself strong. She was going to make this hard for him and he was going to let her. That was all there was to this because in the end she was going to be his even if he had to endure all of it. Following her now they headed for the store.
"You haven't found her?" the woman asked Pamela. "How the hell could you lose your own child?" The redhead frowned at the older lady before her. She had questions, ones she had avoided asking before because they hadn't bothered her as they did now. Sam had run twice from this family and although Sam seemed overly dramatic at times she had never run from things.
"Well, I don't know how she got away from you," Pamela spat. "What did you do to her?" The woman before her glared angrily at Pamela.
"Nothing you didn't to her her, Pamela," came the response. "You sold her to me for my son to have a wife, but she was broken when she came to me. She had too much heartache and she took it out on my household!" Pamela took a step toward the older woman.
"Samantha has tons of spirit! She was just as feisty at our house as she was at yours and as for your household, fuck them! She was beat like you were I am sure and raped at every turn! I don't know why I even let her into your house after hearing all the stories!" That stopped the woman before her, her eyes flashing in warning.
"Stories? What stories?" The redhead knew she had said too much and took a step back. The stories had centered around black magic that the previous host had obtained from his own father. It was passed down generation to generation, a reason most in the town were scared.
"Nothing." The elder before her took a step forward, her eyes flashing as red as blood, her hands twisting at her sides. Pamela took a step back, her teal eyes wide in fright. "Trust me, there are nothing by wives' tales."
"Go and find your daughter. Bring her back to my home and remember to bring the child she carries." The redhead's eyes grew wide, but she dared not speak again for fear that the woman before her would kill her. She didn't want to find her child now, but upon the next woman's words knew she would have to for all their benefit. "If you refuse to find her I will kill your whole family, well, save for your daughter with whom I will give to my son as his permanent sex slave" Pamela was sure the woman before her would do and it and at the same time she was sure that the man she had found her daughter with would protect her child so she nodded as if agreeing before exiting the room as fast as she could.
A few days later found Sam sitting in her room, her window open to let the night air in, her amethyst eyes staring out into the darkness, the nightmare that had woken her still fresh on her mind. Leaning against the many pillows Danny had bought while out for art supplies she touched her stomach.
I wish you were Danny's because as much as I am mad at him he would be a far greater choice than Joshua. That had weighed heavily on her mind and maybe that was the reason for the nightmare, but she couldn't be certain. The nightmare had begun with her and Danny sitting on a porch swing, like they had in the beginning, but there was a baby in each of their laps and they were all smiling. It seemed like everything was going right and then BAM Joshua showed out of nowhere. He wasn't alone though. With him was an older woman, her eyes flashing red and her long hair black in tint. She uttered several words and before Sam fell her mother and father, their faces the most emotional the Goth had ever seen them.
Before they could utter a word the woman behind them sliced her hand across the air as Joshua watched. Her parents were beheaded, their blood spilling before the ground, a pool of blood that spilled out toward them. Her ex wasn't concerned as he took a step toward them, the blood splashing around them. Sam tried to stand, but for some reason she couldn't and as they drew closer she could feel the panic. That was when she had woken up, the fear making her breathing hard. She was sure she hadn't made too much sound as Danny hadn't shown up at her door, but little did she know he had, but becoming invisible he had waited for her to calm.
He wanted to go to her even as she lay there looking rather concerned and... scared he knew she wouldn't allow him that. She would only push him away so waiting there as she went to sleep, something familiar clutched in her free hand, Danny guarded over her.