In The Best Interest--"I wanna See..."
**I know this part is real Sam-based, but more characters will get involved soon! I don't rally know where I'm going to end this. I might never really end it. Dang, I forgot to do the SOM things...Crap...I'll do it soon... OH yeah and not many people are reviewing. Please, do! This chapter is a little graphic, and deals with major child abuse and murder so if you can't stomach it, skim through it and move on! Sorry about it, it's just I wanted to get the point across**
Sam lay in bed that night. He had talked to his parents about going to his home. Everyone knew that six kids had been murdered there, and no one had ever moved in, so it was the same it had been. Same furniture, some even said that you could kind of feel the babies there. Most of them were just that- BABIES. Not one kid over age nine lived in that house. The oldest killed was the nine-year-old, a girl named Stephanie. His parents had agreed that tomorrow they would head down to Maine, and then for two weeks rejoice as a family. Whatever thta meant.
Maine was where his family had lived. Him, and his siblings. He had learned that his siblings were Stephanie Leigh, 9, Nickolas Aaron (THAT'S my cousin's name, so BITE ME!), 7, Sarah Michelle, 6 and her twin sister, Bobbie Jean, Timothy James, 4, Sim was 3, and the living one was Roger Michael, 2, and the youngest, Adam Arthur, barely two months.
**The next day, in Maine**
Sam stepped out of the car and looked at the house. It was small, and Sam found it hard to concieve that this had housed eight kids and a dog, not to mention the parents. He felt an arm around his shoulder and smiled sadly at his mother.
He seemed a little overtaken by the powerful smell as he walked in. "No one's cleaned it, since the bodies were taken out. It's almost scary to say, but...The blood and stuff is still in here," the neighbor said. He had been here since then, and said when he heard the little blonde baby was coming back, he was terribly surprised-"NO one was sure where you were. Roger lives a few miles from here. We also were surprised that you didn't know of your past," he had said and shot an accusing look at the Campbells.
"You shared a room with Timmy, Roger, Adam, and Nicky. The other room was Steph, Sarah and Bobbie." he said, showing them the two, tiny rooms. Two twin matresses and a broke-down crib with a bottle in there littered the room. Baby closed were tossed around. "Where, where did I sleep?" Sam asked with tears in his eyes.
Mr. Wayne pointed to the second mattress. It had a little bit of blood on there, and a tiny shirt. Sam picked it up. "That was yours..Your only one," Mr. Wayne said softly. Sam blinked and kept his eyes closed as he got images...
**Flashback**
'Get your ass back here!' the voice screamed. The seven-year-old boy's screams and pleas were heard around the small, crowded house. Nicky was the first gone; strangled. Steph grabbed the three youngest. Sim, who's white blonde hair could blind a sensitive eye, tried to protest but she shoved him in the closet, along with Roger. She was about to hand over the baby, baby Adam, when she screamed and dropped Adam on the hard, wooden floor.
Sim held onto Roger. They cried as they heard their mother beat Steph. "BITCH!" the yelling raged on. They saw, through the crack of the door, the mother turn her back on the limp Stephanie and slowly pick up baby Adam. He was bleeding, and shaking uncontrollably. She cradled him for a moment, then threw him down and watched him die after a seizure. "Love ya, babe," she mumbled as she picked up the body by the arm and walk across the room, playing the baby in the crib.
Sarah, Bobbie, and Timmy were trying to get away, but she grabbed Sarah and flung her to the ground, the sick crack of an unknown bone echoing in the stinky house. "I'm sorry, baby, really," she mumbled as she reached for Bobbie as she tried to move and quickly strangled her.
Timmy, barely four, didn't try to run. Maybe he didn't understand; maybe he just wanted to trust his mommy. She handled him more carefully than the others, as she rocked him back and forth. His brown eyes grew scared, from child intuition as his mom's hand grew even more cold. He tried to fight, and he screamed his lungs out as his blonde hair soaked in the blood of his siblings. "NO!" he screamed in protest as his mom turned on the bathtub-
**ENd of flashb ack*
Sam screamed, "NO! MOM! NO! Let him go, please!" Sam screamed through unrelenting tears. His mom took him in her lap. "THey were screaming, and crying as she hit them! Mom, make her stop! Please! Why didn't he stop her?! WHY!" Sam yelled as he gripped his mom's neck.
"I don't know, baby...I knew we shouldn't have done this!" she said, also crying for her baby. "Mom, please...Make her stop! Make her stop killing them, you have time! She's hasn't killed Timmy yet-" he screamed. Mr. Wayne's eyes widened and Sam's father hugged him. "He's gone, Sammy...It's been ten years, there's nothing we can do!"
**Flashback**
Timmy struggled as his mom gripped him. No tears of guilt flew down her cheeks. Her eyes showed no compassion for the five already dead, no compassion for HER flesh and blood that was struggling in her cold, unloving grip.
"Mommy-" he begged as he kicked her in protest. The mom slammed the boy against the wall and started shaking him. "I did so much for you ungrateful brats! And all's you do is chase him away! ALL YOU DID!" she screamed.
He was almost dead already, but still had fighting power in him. She dragged him into his room and whipped him with a belt as she found a tuxedo, something suitable for him to buried in. She took his clothes off and shoved him under the cold, freezing water.
She kept him under until he had stopped struggling, then brought him back up. His body was blue, and bloody as she carefully dried him off except for his hair and put him inside the suit.
Then, for some unknown reason, she dropped him back in the bathtub, watching his body go down and then float back up.
**End of flash back**
"NO! TIMMY!" Sam screamed as he kicked the mattress, kicked the crib that Adam hadbeen found in. "FUCK HER! I HATE HER!" he screamed.
"Sam, please stop!" his mom begged. She hugged him tightly, pulling his head to her chest. "Sammy, I didn't want to tell you and this is why."
"I survived, mom, I did..Me and Roger. I wanna see my brother!" Sam said, ignoring her comments.
Mr. Wayne spoke up then, "I could give you the directions. Rog, Roger comes to see me a lot. He knows about everything. He knowshow they died and everything. It's kind of hard for him not to, I mean, with him still being in the same town and all. Well, he knows you're in town, Sam. And he wants to see you. He wants to see his big brother..He'll probably call you Sim. His name was originally changed, to. It was to protect you'll..from your parents, and the media. SImuel isn't a very popular name, and I bet there aren't many Simuel Stawlings in Maine, or even New England. His name was gonna be Zachary Brown, but it's Roger Brown..." Mr. Wayne babbled, he obviously cared for the boy a lot. And now, Sammy.
"Mom, can I?" Sam asked. She looked at his dad, who just shrugged. "I don't know Sammy..You're so upset..."
"I need to see him, mom! He's my brother..."
"Okay. But...Please, Sam, don't make the poor boy relive it all like you had to."
"How old is he now?" Sam asked. "ROger is twelve, soon to be thirteen. He visits your siblings graves often."
"Let's go."
**See, I told you. It was kind of hard to write. I mean, I know there is worse stuff but...Ah hopefully I didn't offend you. I'm really sorry if I did. Well I have to go *whoo* that was hard to write...**
**I know this part is real Sam-based, but more characters will get involved soon! I don't rally know where I'm going to end this. I might never really end it. Dang, I forgot to do the SOM things...Crap...I'll do it soon... OH yeah and not many people are reviewing. Please, do! This chapter is a little graphic, and deals with major child abuse and murder so if you can't stomach it, skim through it and move on! Sorry about it, it's just I wanted to get the point across**
Sam lay in bed that night. He had talked to his parents about going to his home. Everyone knew that six kids had been murdered there, and no one had ever moved in, so it was the same it had been. Same furniture, some even said that you could kind of feel the babies there. Most of them were just that- BABIES. Not one kid over age nine lived in that house. The oldest killed was the nine-year-old, a girl named Stephanie. His parents had agreed that tomorrow they would head down to Maine, and then for two weeks rejoice as a family. Whatever thta meant.
Maine was where his family had lived. Him, and his siblings. He had learned that his siblings were Stephanie Leigh, 9, Nickolas Aaron (THAT'S my cousin's name, so BITE ME!), 7, Sarah Michelle, 6 and her twin sister, Bobbie Jean, Timothy James, 4, Sim was 3, and the living one was Roger Michael, 2, and the youngest, Adam Arthur, barely two months.
**The next day, in Maine**
Sam stepped out of the car and looked at the house. It was small, and Sam found it hard to concieve that this had housed eight kids and a dog, not to mention the parents. He felt an arm around his shoulder and smiled sadly at his mother.
He seemed a little overtaken by the powerful smell as he walked in. "No one's cleaned it, since the bodies were taken out. It's almost scary to say, but...The blood and stuff is still in here," the neighbor said. He had been here since then, and said when he heard the little blonde baby was coming back, he was terribly surprised-"NO one was sure where you were. Roger lives a few miles from here. We also were surprised that you didn't know of your past," he had said and shot an accusing look at the Campbells.
"You shared a room with Timmy, Roger, Adam, and Nicky. The other room was Steph, Sarah and Bobbie." he said, showing them the two, tiny rooms. Two twin matresses and a broke-down crib with a bottle in there littered the room. Baby closed were tossed around. "Where, where did I sleep?" Sam asked with tears in his eyes.
Mr. Wayne pointed to the second mattress. It had a little bit of blood on there, and a tiny shirt. Sam picked it up. "That was yours..Your only one," Mr. Wayne said softly. Sam blinked and kept his eyes closed as he got images...
**Flashback**
'Get your ass back here!' the voice screamed. The seven-year-old boy's screams and pleas were heard around the small, crowded house. Nicky was the first gone; strangled. Steph grabbed the three youngest. Sim, who's white blonde hair could blind a sensitive eye, tried to protest but she shoved him in the closet, along with Roger. She was about to hand over the baby, baby Adam, when she screamed and dropped Adam on the hard, wooden floor.
Sim held onto Roger. They cried as they heard their mother beat Steph. "BITCH!" the yelling raged on. They saw, through the crack of the door, the mother turn her back on the limp Stephanie and slowly pick up baby Adam. He was bleeding, and shaking uncontrollably. She cradled him for a moment, then threw him down and watched him die after a seizure. "Love ya, babe," she mumbled as she picked up the body by the arm and walk across the room, playing the baby in the crib.
Sarah, Bobbie, and Timmy were trying to get away, but she grabbed Sarah and flung her to the ground, the sick crack of an unknown bone echoing in the stinky house. "I'm sorry, baby, really," she mumbled as she reached for Bobbie as she tried to move and quickly strangled her.
Timmy, barely four, didn't try to run. Maybe he didn't understand; maybe he just wanted to trust his mommy. She handled him more carefully than the others, as she rocked him back and forth. His brown eyes grew scared, from child intuition as his mom's hand grew even more cold. He tried to fight, and he screamed his lungs out as his blonde hair soaked in the blood of his siblings. "NO!" he screamed in protest as his mom turned on the bathtub-
**ENd of flashb ack*
Sam screamed, "NO! MOM! NO! Let him go, please!" Sam screamed through unrelenting tears. His mom took him in her lap. "THey were screaming, and crying as she hit them! Mom, make her stop! Please! Why didn't he stop her?! WHY!" Sam yelled as he gripped his mom's neck.
"I don't know, baby...I knew we shouldn't have done this!" she said, also crying for her baby. "Mom, please...Make her stop! Make her stop killing them, you have time! She's hasn't killed Timmy yet-" he screamed. Mr. Wayne's eyes widened and Sam's father hugged him. "He's gone, Sammy...It's been ten years, there's nothing we can do!"
**Flashback**
Timmy struggled as his mom gripped him. No tears of guilt flew down her cheeks. Her eyes showed no compassion for the five already dead, no compassion for HER flesh and blood that was struggling in her cold, unloving grip.
"Mommy-" he begged as he kicked her in protest. The mom slammed the boy against the wall and started shaking him. "I did so much for you ungrateful brats! And all's you do is chase him away! ALL YOU DID!" she screamed.
He was almost dead already, but still had fighting power in him. She dragged him into his room and whipped him with a belt as she found a tuxedo, something suitable for him to buried in. She took his clothes off and shoved him under the cold, freezing water.
She kept him under until he had stopped struggling, then brought him back up. His body was blue, and bloody as she carefully dried him off except for his hair and put him inside the suit.
Then, for some unknown reason, she dropped him back in the bathtub, watching his body go down and then float back up.
**End of flash back**
"NO! TIMMY!" Sam screamed as he kicked the mattress, kicked the crib that Adam hadbeen found in. "FUCK HER! I HATE HER!" he screamed.
"Sam, please stop!" his mom begged. She hugged him tightly, pulling his head to her chest. "Sammy, I didn't want to tell you and this is why."
"I survived, mom, I did..Me and Roger. I wanna see my brother!" Sam said, ignoring her comments.
Mr. Wayne spoke up then, "I could give you the directions. Rog, Roger comes to see me a lot. He knows about everything. He knowshow they died and everything. It's kind of hard for him not to, I mean, with him still being in the same town and all. Well, he knows you're in town, Sam. And he wants to see you. He wants to see his big brother..He'll probably call you Sim. His name was originally changed, to. It was to protect you'll..from your parents, and the media. SImuel isn't a very popular name, and I bet there aren't many Simuel Stawlings in Maine, or even New England. His name was gonna be Zachary Brown, but it's Roger Brown..." Mr. Wayne babbled, he obviously cared for the boy a lot. And now, Sammy.
"Mom, can I?" Sam asked. She looked at his dad, who just shrugged. "I don't know Sammy..You're so upset..."
"I need to see him, mom! He's my brother..."
"Okay. But...Please, Sam, don't make the poor boy relive it all like you had to."
"How old is he now?" Sam asked. "ROger is twelve, soon to be thirteen. He visits your siblings graves often."
"Let's go."
**See, I told you. It was kind of hard to write. I mean, I know there is worse stuff but...Ah hopefully I didn't offend you. I'm really sorry if I did. Well I have to go *whoo* that was hard to write...**