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Chapter 12
*** *Three Days Later*
Samantha had made up her mind. She couldn't think of anything else to do. She didn't want to call, but she knew that she had to.
She reached for the phone that laid next to her on the bed. She picked up the receiver and her hand glazed over the numbers. It stopped. 'No, I can't do this!' she cried out inside.
Peter entered the room. "Have you called him yet?" he asked somewhat aggravated. He had been trying to make her call all day long and she still hadn't done it.
"Not yet, I'm going to do it right now. Just as soon as I can make my fingers press the numbers," she responded. Peter gave her a get serious look and she meekly smiled at him.
"Here, give me the phone. I'll dial the numbers. All you have to do is talk." Samantha timidly handed him the phone and Peter dialed the number. "Here, it's ringing." He handed the phone back to her.
"Hello?" a low voice called to her as she lifted the phone to her ear. "Hello?"
Samantha couldn't talk. She went numb. She didn't know what to say. Her heart started to pound harder and harder and her hand began to tremble. 'Say something, say anything,' she told herself. Then she finally responded with a whisper. "Hi, Dad?"
"Sam? Is that you?" he asked.
"Yeah, it's me Dad," she answered relieved that he didn't hang up when he heard her voice.
"Where the hell are you?!" he screamed into the receiver. It was so loud that she pulled the phone away from her hear with a jolt. "How could you just leave?! Without telling me or anyone?! And you didn't even call! Do you know what you have put me through!? You could have been dead for all I knew. I can't believe you!"
She looked toward Peter who could also hear everything that her dad was saying. She put the phone back to her ear. "I'm sorry dad. I went to Horizon."
"Why did you go there? That place is no good!"
She looked up at Peter again; tears had begun to form in her eyes. "Dad, I'm calling because Peter made me!"
"Well, at least one person up there has some sense in him!"
"Dad, I wanted to know if I could stay here. Please?"
"Yeah, sure you can stay there! You can stay there until I get there and take you back home!"
"Dad, Please!"
"No! I will be up sometime during the next week to get you and don't you even think about leaving that place until I get there!" The tears in her eyes began to flow freely. "Is Peter with you right now?"
"Yeah, he is standing right here."
"Let me talk to him," he commanded her.
"Okay," she handed Peter the phone.
Peter held the phone in silence for a moment, trying to figure out how he was going to help Samantha once he had finished talking to her father. He put the phone to his ear. "Hello Mr. Yakaska," he said trying to sound cheerful.
"Peter, how long has Sam been there?"
"Well, we've been watching her for about a week now and."
"A week! And you didn't think to call and tell me?!" he yelled at Peter. "Look, I'll come get her sometime this week. Make sure she doesn't take off, okay?"
"I can't keep her here without your consent. And you know that I can't guarantee that she will stay until you come and pick her up."
"Look! Just keep her there til I get there. Okay?"
Peter had nothing else that he could say to him so he sighed and agreed.
***
Peter hung up the phone and turned to Samantha. "Well, looks like you get to stay for a little while at least. Your dad said that he would come pick you up sometime next week."
Samantha was happy for the time that she still had to spend there, but knew that it wasn't enough for her to solve all the problems in her life. She smiled slightly and wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Come on, let's go back to the camp."
***
The Jeep pulled into the driveway with a soft hush as it came to a stop. "Well, we're back," Peter interrupted the silent ride.
A sigh of relief filled Samantha's body as she timidly climbed down, out of the jeep. Her glance shifted from Peter to the main cabin and then out to the woods.
"Don't even think about it," stated Peter as he watched her eyes glow as they landed on the woods. "You have to stay here until your dad comes to get you. Don't even think about taking off. You'll be okay."
"Yeah, that's what you said last time," Samantha said matter-of-factly.
Samantha thought back to the day that Peter had told her that everything would be okay. As she faded deep into her thoughts she remembered the whole thing.
~~~Peter had just gotten off the phone with her dad. He seemed tired and irritable after trying to explain her condition to him. But of course, her father hadn't listened to him and since he only thought of himself decided against Peter's consent to come and get her. Even Peter knew that she wasn't really ready, but he had no choice and had to let her go.
Peter had walked into her room immediately after the phone call to tell her. He tried to explain that it wasn't just her father's fault to her, but she had grew hysterical and he knew that she knew it was a lie. He kept repeating that she would be okay throughout the talk, but Sam knew better. She knew what would happen as soon as she got home, if not on the ride home.
As her father pulled into the driveway the next day Samantha could remember the thoughts that ran through her mind. She wished that she didn't have to go, that she could stay at Horizon forever, but she couldn't.
Peter nudged her toward her father, but she turned away, looking back at him like a puppy dog begging for redemption. Sluggishly, she was forced into the truck and Peter closed the door, or what seemed to her as locking her to her doom.
As her father drove away, he suddenly broke the silence. "What's wrong with you?" he asked her.
She didn't respond, but continued to stare out the window in silence. "You know, we used to be able to talk. Why don't we talk anymore?" he asked, but again, there was no response. He began to grow angry and before Samantha knew what was happening her was screaming at her. "Talk to me God Dammit! Just Talk To Me! Why don't you talk to me anymore! We used to talk all the time! Now, you don't say anything to me! I called you all the time while you were at that place, not once did you ever come to the phone to talk or even call me back!"
"Dad!" she interrupted his rambling, "We haven't talked since Mom died and that was seven years ago! What makes you think that I am gonna wanna talk to you now?" she yelled.
His hand flew off the wheel and before she knew it her face throbbed with pain. Her normal instant reaction to take cover whenever her dad was angry had worn away while she was at Horizon, but now it was back at full force and she just managed to duck under his back swing missing the second half of the slap. And that was when she that Peter was wrong.~~~
Of course, Peter had been wrong that time. He thought he knew everything there was to know about her, but he never really knew what was really wrong with her. He knew about the abuse and her mother's death, but he didn't know the major problem that was locked deep inside her heart and there was a strong chance that he never would know either.
***
A/N: I know that this took me forever, but well, I had it for a while & I just haven't had the time to put it up.I was starting college & now that im home for the weekend & I have nothing to do I present this to u.again, sry for the wait.plz give me reviews.I love them.good or bad.
Chapter 12
*** *Three Days Later*
Samantha had made up her mind. She couldn't think of anything else to do. She didn't want to call, but she knew that she had to.
She reached for the phone that laid next to her on the bed. She picked up the receiver and her hand glazed over the numbers. It stopped. 'No, I can't do this!' she cried out inside.
Peter entered the room. "Have you called him yet?" he asked somewhat aggravated. He had been trying to make her call all day long and she still hadn't done it.
"Not yet, I'm going to do it right now. Just as soon as I can make my fingers press the numbers," she responded. Peter gave her a get serious look and she meekly smiled at him.
"Here, give me the phone. I'll dial the numbers. All you have to do is talk." Samantha timidly handed him the phone and Peter dialed the number. "Here, it's ringing." He handed the phone back to her.
"Hello?" a low voice called to her as she lifted the phone to her ear. "Hello?"
Samantha couldn't talk. She went numb. She didn't know what to say. Her heart started to pound harder and harder and her hand began to tremble. 'Say something, say anything,' she told herself. Then she finally responded with a whisper. "Hi, Dad?"
"Sam? Is that you?" he asked.
"Yeah, it's me Dad," she answered relieved that he didn't hang up when he heard her voice.
"Where the hell are you?!" he screamed into the receiver. It was so loud that she pulled the phone away from her hear with a jolt. "How could you just leave?! Without telling me or anyone?! And you didn't even call! Do you know what you have put me through!? You could have been dead for all I knew. I can't believe you!"
She looked toward Peter who could also hear everything that her dad was saying. She put the phone back to her ear. "I'm sorry dad. I went to Horizon."
"Why did you go there? That place is no good!"
She looked up at Peter again; tears had begun to form in her eyes. "Dad, I'm calling because Peter made me!"
"Well, at least one person up there has some sense in him!"
"Dad, I wanted to know if I could stay here. Please?"
"Yeah, sure you can stay there! You can stay there until I get there and take you back home!"
"Dad, Please!"
"No! I will be up sometime during the next week to get you and don't you even think about leaving that place until I get there!" The tears in her eyes began to flow freely. "Is Peter with you right now?"
"Yeah, he is standing right here."
"Let me talk to him," he commanded her.
"Okay," she handed Peter the phone.
Peter held the phone in silence for a moment, trying to figure out how he was going to help Samantha once he had finished talking to her father. He put the phone to his ear. "Hello Mr. Yakaska," he said trying to sound cheerful.
"Peter, how long has Sam been there?"
"Well, we've been watching her for about a week now and."
"A week! And you didn't think to call and tell me?!" he yelled at Peter. "Look, I'll come get her sometime this week. Make sure she doesn't take off, okay?"
"I can't keep her here without your consent. And you know that I can't guarantee that she will stay until you come and pick her up."
"Look! Just keep her there til I get there. Okay?"
Peter had nothing else that he could say to him so he sighed and agreed.
***
Peter hung up the phone and turned to Samantha. "Well, looks like you get to stay for a little while at least. Your dad said that he would come pick you up sometime next week."
Samantha was happy for the time that she still had to spend there, but knew that it wasn't enough for her to solve all the problems in her life. She smiled slightly and wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Come on, let's go back to the camp."
***
The Jeep pulled into the driveway with a soft hush as it came to a stop. "Well, we're back," Peter interrupted the silent ride.
A sigh of relief filled Samantha's body as she timidly climbed down, out of the jeep. Her glance shifted from Peter to the main cabin and then out to the woods.
"Don't even think about it," stated Peter as he watched her eyes glow as they landed on the woods. "You have to stay here until your dad comes to get you. Don't even think about taking off. You'll be okay."
"Yeah, that's what you said last time," Samantha said matter-of-factly.
Samantha thought back to the day that Peter had told her that everything would be okay. As she faded deep into her thoughts she remembered the whole thing.
~~~Peter had just gotten off the phone with her dad. He seemed tired and irritable after trying to explain her condition to him. But of course, her father hadn't listened to him and since he only thought of himself decided against Peter's consent to come and get her. Even Peter knew that she wasn't really ready, but he had no choice and had to let her go.
Peter had walked into her room immediately after the phone call to tell her. He tried to explain that it wasn't just her father's fault to her, but she had grew hysterical and he knew that she knew it was a lie. He kept repeating that she would be okay throughout the talk, but Sam knew better. She knew what would happen as soon as she got home, if not on the ride home.
As her father pulled into the driveway the next day Samantha could remember the thoughts that ran through her mind. She wished that she didn't have to go, that she could stay at Horizon forever, but she couldn't.
Peter nudged her toward her father, but she turned away, looking back at him like a puppy dog begging for redemption. Sluggishly, she was forced into the truck and Peter closed the door, or what seemed to her as locking her to her doom.
As her father drove away, he suddenly broke the silence. "What's wrong with you?" he asked her.
She didn't respond, but continued to stare out the window in silence. "You know, we used to be able to talk. Why don't we talk anymore?" he asked, but again, there was no response. He began to grow angry and before Samantha knew what was happening her was screaming at her. "Talk to me God Dammit! Just Talk To Me! Why don't you talk to me anymore! We used to talk all the time! Now, you don't say anything to me! I called you all the time while you were at that place, not once did you ever come to the phone to talk or even call me back!"
"Dad!" she interrupted his rambling, "We haven't talked since Mom died and that was seven years ago! What makes you think that I am gonna wanna talk to you now?" she yelled.
His hand flew off the wheel and before she knew it her face throbbed with pain. Her normal instant reaction to take cover whenever her dad was angry had worn away while she was at Horizon, but now it was back at full force and she just managed to duck under his back swing missing the second half of the slap. And that was when she that Peter was wrong.~~~
Of course, Peter had been wrong that time. He thought he knew everything there was to know about her, but he never really knew what was really wrong with her. He knew about the abuse and her mother's death, but he didn't know the major problem that was locked deep inside her heart and there was a strong chance that he never would know either.
***
A/N: I know that this took me forever, but well, I had it for a while & I just haven't had the time to put it up.I was starting college & now that im home for the weekend & I have nothing to do I present this to u.again, sry for the wait.plz give me reviews.I love them.good or bad.
