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Chapter: 4

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Jules tosses in her bed. The slight breeze that came through the door while Samantha stood there awakes her. "Sam? Is that you?"

"Yeah Jules, it's me."

"What time is it? Where have you been?" she asks.

"I was out talking with Auggie."

Juliette's face changes from sleepy and groggy to sudden concern and if it wasn't so dark within the room Samantha would have noticed without a doubt. Juliette knows about Samantha and Auggie's past and wonders if Auggie said anything about them.

"Do you know where I am supposed to sleep?" asks Samantha.

Juliette assumes he didn't say anything and quickly recovers, hoping Samantha will not be able to tell the difference in her voice. "Sophie told us that when you came in to tell you to go see her and she will get you a cot."

"You gotta be shittin me!" Samantha almost yells.

"Shhhh, you'll wake everyone up."

"I can't go to her now, it's too late. Plus, she will want to know what I was doing and I am not about to tell her that I was out talking to Auggie like I always am." Juliette is pierced by a shot that Samantha doesn't even know she has made.

"Well, if you don't go they might think that you guys never came back. But if you really wanna I guess you can sleep on the floor," Juliette trying desperately to hit her back, but Samantha doesn't realize this.

"No, I guess I'll go talk to her. This is gonna suck though. I can already tell."

Samantha walks out the door and to the main house where she knows that Sophie will be. Sophie is lying on the couch. 'I don't want to wake her. She looks so peaceful.' Samantha turns back around and goes back to the room. "Jules? You still up?" she asks.

"Yeah, what do you want?" she asks somewhat crossly.

Samantha is taken aback for a moment, but continues with what she was going to say not allowing Juliette to realize the harmful wound she has just made in Samantha's tough exterior. "She was sleeping. I didn't wanna wake her."

"I guess the floor is calling you." Juliette says sarcastically. "Here, have some of my sheets," she tosses down some sheets from her pile.

It doesn't bother Samantha that she doesn't have a bed tonight. She feels safer on the floor than she would in a bed. She is close to the ground where she can hear the slightest sound, a scuffle across the floor or a heavy footstep. Being on the ground will give her extra time to make an escape if she needs to. She pulls the sheets in around her, closes her eyes, and drifts off to sleep on the hard, cool floor.



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Cluttered visions halt within Samantha's head. Her dream is both disturbing and comforting to her. She can't escape from it. There is nowhere to go. She has to stay to see where it leads.

Sam sips a drink, alcohol. The lights jump and flash around her. She starts to walk, tipsy, down a long hallway. A young boy is at the end; she tries to ignore him. She passes a room and looks inside. The faces look familiar. What are they doing? They have a needle, sharp and profound in the new darkness. It enters their skin and they shoot up. She passes on, but only after she shoots up too. The young boy is still at the end of the hallway, but now he fades in and out of the light, disappearing for minutes. He is waiting, looking, seeing, what she will do next. She doesn't know how to respond to him. She wishes that he would leave her alone, go away from her forever. The lights go back to jumping and flashing around her. She comes to another room and looks inside only to see her dad. She wonders, 'Why is he here?' She glances back toward the end of the hall and the young boy begins to run. He runs past her, into the room where her father is. She tries to crab him as he goes by, but she is too late. Her father gathers the young boy in his arms, kissing and hugging him. She yells for him to come back and her dad turns toward her. He sees her and fear strikes her body at full force. ' Dad sees me, no leave me alone. Go away. You don't know me,' she thinks. Her father puts to boy down to the floor and moves toward her. The young boy hides in a hole in the wall of the rundown shack. Her father is raging mad. He hits her, the pain surges through her body. First hitting her back, then her face and she falls to the floor. 'Get up, run, I'm stuck, I can't move. Lift legs, lift. I can finally move,' she reaches her feet and begins to run away, ' run, faster farther away from the evil man,' she exits the front door. Her father does not chase her, but stays behind. She is safe outside, but guilt knocks her to the ground as she hears a sharp, piercing cry from within.

Samantha jolts up in her sleep. She can hardly breath. She looks around the room and the clock says 2:34. Everyone is still sleeping. 'That was a freaky dream,' she thinks, trying to get the pictures out of her head. 'A little scary as a matter of fact.'

She lies back down, but her eyes scan the room constantly. She is waiting for her dad to barge in, even though she knows that he won't. She is too scared to fall back asleep though. 'I wonder if Auggie is still up? Probably not, but I think I'll go check anyways.'

Samantha quietly gets to her feet, leaving the sheets in a pile on the floor. She slips out the door without waking anyone. She crosses the way and opens the door to the boys' room.

"Auggie? Auggie?" she whispers his name across the room, as she walks in. He shifts and she knows that he is awake. "Auggie?"

"Yeah? What's wrong?" he asks coming out of a deep sleep.

"I had a bad dream. Can I sleep with you?" she asks him hoping that he won't ask about the dream.



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A/N: well, you guys did it…you got enough reviews…good job…for the next chapter to be posted I think you need 5 reviews again, but it might go up so everyone better review…you're probably wondering what happens in the next chapter, but I cant tell you that…then you would know what Auggie's response was…well, thanks for all the reviews & keep them coming…