The girls all went to change and forced the guys to change while Kid cooked, having volunteered since he knew the kitchen and Black-Star was complaining about being hungry and it was annoying him. Rydan had ended up declining the offer to stay for dinner after getting a text on his phone, promising to come over anther time. Lance was the first one out of costume and went to the bathroom to get the gel out of his hair. He stuck his head in the sink and turned on the faucet. After a moment of rinsing his head he realized that there was a chunk a lot shorter than the rest.
"Oh no." Lance flipped his head out of the sink when he felt his phone vibrate against his side. He pulled his phone out and read the text message, his hair dripping water down his neck.
Do you like the haircut?
Lance let out a harsh curse and slammed his phone against the sink, cracking the screen. He shook his head and grabbed a towel to wipe himself off quickly and got another text from the unknown number.
Leave before something bad happens.
Lance called the number and got a dial-tone. Lance cursed again when he got a new message.
Leave. Now.
Lance stormed out of the bathroom and ran out of the house, no one seeing him.
"Where are you!?" Lance shouted, looking around. "Where are you!?" He shouted again. "What do you want!?"
"Now if I told you, it wouldn't be fun." A voice said behind Lance before something smashed into his head and everything went black.
Lance reentered the house and noticed that no one was in the living room yet. He went over to the kitchen door and pressed his ear against it, hearing Kid and Black-Star argue over whether to go outside and use the grill or to just use the oven.
"What are you doing, man?" Jaxon asked, seeing Lance leaning against the door. "It's our kitchen, just go in." Jaxon chuckled and walked into the kitchen. Lance stepped back and watched as Seth, Paul, Rob, JJ, Fabian and Max go into the kitchen right after Jaxon.
"This kitchen is too small for all of us to be in here." Kid sighed. "And we still have the girls coming as well."
"That's why we should go outside and barbecue." Black-Star said.
"I'm with Black-Star for once." Kilik said. "Lot more room for us."
"JJ and Paul, go let the girls know we're going outside." Kid said. The two boys did a silly salute and took off.
"Why are they...it's cause they're gay, isn't it?" Max said, taking a moment to realize this.
"It's a good thing you're pretty." Rob chuckled and patted Max's back. Lance walked away from the open door and sat down on the couch, planning out a few things in his head and texted someone while everyone gathered things in the kitchen and went outside. The girls finally got their dresses off and faces cleaned and joined the boys outside, using the back door and not seeing Lance in the living room.
Sammy was cutting some lettuce a while later and noticed that Lance was missing. She asked everyone if they knew where he was at and only got head shakes and shrugs as a response.
"Shey, do you mind watching Emma while I go look for Lancey?" Sammy asked.
"Don't get distracted." Sheyla chuckled.
"Yeah, yeah." Sammy rolled her eyes at her friend and went back into the house. "Lancey!" She called after closing the back door behind her. "Lance?" Sammy walked into the living room and found Lance laying on the couch, watching television. "What are you doing, Lancey?"
"What does it look like?" Lance snapped.
"Well, someone's grouchy." Sammy chuckled. "I guess after all we've been through today you probably just wanna chillax."
"No shit." Lance muttered.
"Surely you can chillax with the rest of us, we're having dinner outside and Emma wants to cook with you." Sammy said.
"Fuck Emma." Lance grunted.
"Excuse me?" Sammy stepped between Lance and the television. "What did you just say about our daughter?"
"She is not my daughter and she's not yours. She is just some four year old brat that still shits herself." Lance said. "Now move. You're blocking the TV."
"Hell no! Why are you being such a dick?" Sammy crossed her arms. Lance got off of the couch and walked up to Sammy.
"Why are you so protective over a child we've barely known a month?" Lance asked.
"Fuck off." Sammy said harshly and pushed Lance back. She yelped when Lance grabbed her wrists and yanked her towards him.
"Do not tell me to fuck off, bitch." Lance growled.
"Let go of me." Sammy said, feeling Lance's fingers dig into her.
"Or what? You gonna cry?" Lance mocked.
"I don't cry." Sammy stated and tried to pull her arms free. She cried out when Lance slammed her into the wall.
"If I recall correctly, you were bawling pretty hard when you thought your friends had died." Lance said with a smirk. "How pathetic."
"Get the fuck off of me, right now!" Sammy screamed and kicked Lance's shin. Lance cursed and released one of Sammy's arms. He quickly recovered and punched Sammy across the face, grabbing her wrist again and putting her back against the wall. A drop of black blood seeped out of Sammy's lower lip before it healed up.
"You fucking bitch! You think you have the right to tell me what to do!? You're just some girl. Some pathetic, useless, whore!"
"Pretty sure you need more than one boyfriend to be a whore." Sammy scoffed. Lance punched Sammy across the face again and threw her to the floor.
"Are you trying to make a joke!?" Lance snapped. "Kid was right, you can't take anything seriously! Everything is just one big fucking joke to you!" Sammy just stayed on the ground and glared up at Lance, not sure what was happening nor what to do. "Do you think this is funny!?" Lance took a step forward and kicked Sammy in the side. Sammy gasped out in pain, the kick stronger than she expected. "Do you want to make a joke about this!?" Lance kicked her again. "It's so fucking funny, isn't it!" A third kick. "Nothing but comedy!" A forth kick. "It's-" A fifth kick. "Just-" A sixth kick. "A-" A seventh kick. "Joke!" The last kick Sammy felt something crack in her chest and she let out a loud scream. Another kick forced her to cough and black blood splattered across the floor and she collapsed, gasping for air as more blood leaked out of her mouth. "I thought you were stronger than this." Lance used his foot to flip Sammy over on to her back. Sammy gargled on blood for a moment before she coughed it out of her and she looked at Lance with wide eyes. "Just a couple of kicks and you're down and out. I guess I shouldn't have expected more from some fat girl."
"Shut...up..." Sammy gasped, feeling something shift inside of her as she healed.
"I'm pretty sure it's you who should keep her mouth shut." Lance crouched down next to Sammy. "You always think you're funny, but you're really just annoying. You're voice is annoying, you're attitude is annoying, everything about you is annoying." Lance stood back up when Sammy flipped herself over and struggled to her feet. "Maybe you're not as weak as I thought you were." Lance balanced back on one foot and used the other to kick Sammy's chest, making her hit the wall again. "Or...maybe not." Lane grabbed Sammy by her hair and threw her face first into the ground, her nose breaking from the impact. Sammy screamed again and held her bleeding nose in place, her body curling up into a ball.
"Shit." She groaned in pain.
"Remember that silly little conversation you had with your girlfriends, about a certain word not yet used between us?" Lance asked. "Yeah, I overheard that." He added. "I heard all of that stupid giggling and disgusting fluffy shit all of you said about the guys. Do you want to know the reason why I've never used that word? Why I have never said it to you?" Lance leaned down and whispered into Sammy's ear. "It's because you and I both know that nothing will ever care for a piece of shit like you." Sammy stared at the floor and felt her lower lip tremble. "You will always be alone, you may have friends, for now. But you know that they'll eventually leave you. You know that they will get sick and tired of your shit and move on. You know that they will forget you and you will spend the rest of you life alone with no one to ever truly care for you." Lance let out a soft chuckle. "No one will ever love you."
"No!" Sammy cried and launched herself off the floor, tackling Lance. "Fuck you!" Sammy punched Lance in the face. "Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" She screamed after each punch. "Fuck you." Sammy said with a crack in her voice after the last punch. "Fuck you..." She said softly. Sammy stopped and looked at the boy under her. "Lancey..." Sammy saw that she had busted open Lance's bottom lip and blood seeped out of the wound, covering his jaw.
"You...damned...bitch!" Lance pushed Sammy off of him and then grabbed her by the front of her shirt. "This is why no one trusts you! You are mad! You're going to end up killing everyone that you claim to care for. You are going kishin!" Lance threw Sammy away and into the TV stand. The television fell over with a loud pop and smoke came out of the shattered screen.
"Sam? Lance? Are you guys coming?" Fabian's voice called from the back of the house. Sammy looked down at the broken TV and felt something snap inside of her, no longer trying to stay calm.
"Get out." She said.
"What?" Lance crossed his arms.
"Get out of my fucking house!" Sammy screamed.
"Sam?" Several pairs of footsteps got closer to where Sammy and Lance were at.
"Get out!" Sammy screamed again and grabbed Lance by the neck, shoving him towards the front door. "I am not putting up with your shit anymore!" Sammy threw open the front door and shoved Lance out of the house. "I never want to see your pathetic, piece of shit face ever again!" She yelled and slammed the door shut.
"Sam...what happened?" Fabian asked, everyone else now standing in the living room. Sammy just shook her head.
"That's blood...black blood." Seth said, pointing at the floor.
"Mama?" Emma hugged Sheyla's leg.
"Sam, did Lance hurt you?" Rob asked, going over to the girl and putting a hand on her shoulder. He saw the black blood drying on Sammy's face and several bruises that were fading away. "I'm going to kill him!" Rob snapped and reopened the door. "Get back here!" He called and ran off.
"I'm killing him first!" Vickii shouted and ran off as well.
"Lance!" The others screamed and ran out of the house, leaving Sammy, Emma, Max, Tori and Fabian behind.
"Take Emma to a different room, she doesn't need to see Sam like this." Tori said to Max. Max didn't complain and quickly picked Emma up and walked to the back of the house, Emma calling out 'mama' the whole time. "Sam?" Tori went over to Sammy. Sammy turned towards Tori and put her head in her chest, eyes wide and emotionless. "You don't have to stay Fabian, you can go with the others." Tori said as she wrapped her arms around Sammy.
"No. I won't be able to help anyways without my weapon." Fabian said. "And we both know that Lance is long gone. He's not stupid enough to stick around." Fabian wrapped his arms around both girls, resting his head on top of Tori's. "I also don't want to leave you alone." He added in a whisper, not noticing that Sammy's arms dropped and she went completely limp.
