Chapter 1: Finding out
Sam and Lora. The cutest, happiest couple around the school. It was the truth… for everyone who wasn't Sam and Lora. Nobody knew Lora's abusive tendencies or how scared she really made Sam and something nobody definitely knew was what happened the night of April twelfth. Lora told Sam to be at her house by 7:25, Sam knocked on her door at 7:28. Mistakes were made clear by Lora when she opened the door and cuffed him on the back of the head as he walked through her door completely silent. "Your late doofus" she spoke low, dangerous. Sam began to stammer and sweat under her intense gaze, "I-I-I" was all he got out before she began to scream at him. "SHUT UP, GOD, HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO STUPID!" she shrieked causing him to cower slightly and take a step back. "I-I'm s-sorry" he whispered, staring at the floor, afraid to look Lora in the eye. Lora let out a loud, sarcastic laugh that was, in all honesty, scary. "You're sorry?" she mocked before walking up to Sam and grabbing the nape of his neck in a bruising grip, bringing their faces inches away from each other. "Well I'm glad you're sorry, it just sucks that sorry doesn't get you here ON TIME!" she screamed the last words at Sam who flinched at being in such close proximity with someone so angry. Suddenly Lora began dragging Sam up the stairs and to her bedroom while saying, "let's see if after this I'm sorry, let's see if it changes the fact that what I'm about to do is so wrong… that it's right" she ended with a wicked grin before pushing Sam onto her bed and straddling him.
Sam remembered that night all too clearly. He remembered screaming no, and for her to stop but it was all to no avail. Not once did Lora stop and do as he asked, it probably never even crossed her mind to do such a thing. Sam remembered how much it had hurt when she… and how much he cried when her hand had touched his… and squeezed hard. He couldn't get the sight of Lora on top of him, smiling wickedly out of his mind and he was really finding it hard to be around her. Nobody knew what happened, and nobody ever would.
It was easy for Lora to manipulate Sam into doing just about anything. All she had to say was, "don't you want to make me happy?" and her every wish was his command. Sam was her ball on a chain and she'd be damned if she wouldn't swing it every which way before it broke completely. Lora had given Sam the twisted sense of what a girlfriend was supposed to be like and that was only because Sam had never had one before her, therefore, making whatever Lora said the absolute truth… even if it wasn't. Sam, however, didn't know that, he knew that maybe Lora was angry more than the average person and that she had a different way of dealing with it but that was expected… right?
The answer was no but Sam wouldn't learn that for a very, very long time.
The relationship had gone on for roughly six months before Lora dropped the bomb. It was obvious something was wrong before that though. Lora was angrier and it was definitely showing. She would hit Sam every time she saw him, or yell mean, hurtful things at Sam as often as possible but it hadn't always been like this. There was a time when Sam got hit maybe three times a week, and it didn't hurt nearly as much as it did now, and maybe she would yell at him if he did something wrong but she never would have made a comment about his dead mother. The following days before Lora had told Sam what was causing her angrier responses Sam was going home with more stinging cheeks, and split lips than he could count but finally, Lora told him.
Lora was pregnant… and she blamed Sam.
She blamed Sam even though half the time they had ever done anything Sam had never wanted to and usually begged for it to stop the majority of the time but that logic seemed lost on Lora and she continued to blame Sam and eventually, her whole family did. No one was on board with the baby and Sam had never heard the word abortion more in his life. He knew he wasn't on the winning side but he still fought tooth and nail to convince Lora's family to keep the baby and it was only Lora agreeing to have the baby that convinced the family. When Sam had asked Lora why she wanted to keep the baby the Lora had reacted as she always did. With anger. She had backhanded him and fisted his hair to bring his face closer to his before she spoke.
"Because this is your punishment for doing this to me and when this baby is born it will be your responsibility. You should have known better, hopefully, you'll learn your lesson" she said in a menacing whisper. She released Sam and he stumbled back with wide eyes. "Don't look so confused Sammy, this is all your fault" and those words would haunt Sam for a while.
Sam didn't know how he was going to tell John or Dean that he had gotten Lora pregnant and he honestly didn't know if he could. He knew John would be furious but would he go as far as kicking Sam out… probably and Dean was a whole other story. Dean had always followed their father's lead and if Johns said that Sam had to go, well then chances were Dean would be right behind John on the matter. So, to say Sam wasn't eager to return home was an understatement. He was scared, hurt, and honest to god miserable. The girl he thought he loved had nothing but hate for him and a revenge baby on the way just for him. And his family was a whole different matter entirely. There was a large chance that Sam would be kicked out, eventually become homeless and live a miserable existence while trying to survive for his child on the way. It was overwhelming, suffocating, and too real. He was only sixteen and with what he had endured in the past six months it was bound to catch up and drag him down.
It had just been a matter of when.
Sam got home and hung his coat before seeking out his brother and father who were chatting in the living room. Sam felt a pang as he watched John laugh at something Dean said, he could never get his dad to laugh or do anything that didn't involve yelling at him really. Sometimes he wondered if he really had a place in the Winchester dynamic, yes he was John's son but… that was it. He wasn't someone who could always make him laugh or even smile, he couldn't have shooting contests with him because they weren't nearly on the same level, and he couldn't enjoy a conversation with him without saying or doing the wrong thing. It was clear to Sam, had been for a while, that John wasn't too keen on building a relationship with his other son and Sam couldn't blame him for feeling that way.
That didn't mean that it still didn't hurt him to see such things between John and Dean. Another thing, Dean. Sam knew from the very beginning that he would never be better than Dean or even get close in all things. Dean never had a girlfriend who absolutely hated him, he never made dad pull back his fist in anger, he had never been the reason a hunt went wrong, and he, surely, never questioned his place in the family. Dean was and would always be the better son and person. Sam knew he could never measure up to Dean nor his accomplishments. It was a bitter pill to swallow but Sam did every day with a big glass of reality to chase it.
Finally pulling himself from his thoughts he cleared his throat not noticing the tears leaking from his eyes. Even though he had been standing there for a good minute neither had noticed. Both Winchesters turned to look at Sam, one smiled and the other sighed. It was John who spoke first. With a heavy sigh, John pinched the bridge of his nose and spoke, "What is it now Sam?" The disappointment was evident and Sam couldn't help but try and figure out when he had become so inadequate. "Why are you crying?" Dean sounded absolutely baffled as if he couldn't even fathom what he was seeing. Sam just shook his head and shifted his feet. Staring down at the ground Sam spoke in a whisper.
"I have to tell you something and I'm gonna say it" and then he paused, took a breath, let a few more tears fall, before saying, "Lora's pregnant." For a second, time froze, the world stopped spinning on its axis and all was still. The confession hung in the air and no one knew what to say. That didn't mean they couldn't yell.