Author's Notes: Billy causes trouble and I promise eventually he will suffer. Jack is going to live, Silverwolf keep breathing. Reviews are greatly appreciated and make me type faster.
Part 15
Age: 12 Years 9 Months
"Is it straight?" Jack asked as he adjusted the star on top of the small tree.
"Perfect," Samantha replied as her husband moved away from the Christmas tree.
Christmas was in a few days and the couple wanted their own tree in the attic for their first Christmas. Breaking away from their embrace, Jack reached into his coat which was tossed over a trunk and retrieved the small surprise. Smiling at Samantha, he held the sprig of live mistletoe over her head and kissed her deeply. Even though she was going to have to leave him on Christmas Eve and Christmas day to be with her father, Jack intended to make the most of their time together.
"I've never seen live mistletoe before," she told him.
"Have to be careful with it, it's poisonous," Jack gently admonished.
"Ooh in that case, could we poison Billy Watkins?"
"Could be fun, why not?" he teased, then looked at his watch. "We're going to have to show up for tv in the rec room in a couple minutes."
Sighing, Samantha cursed, "Damn, but I get tired of people interrupting us."
Jack raised an eyebrow at Samantha's language in amusement and agreed, "It is pretty annoying. You know I could probably throw myself down the steps and break a leg again so we can stay in my room all the time."
"Oh no," Samantha insisted. "I want you fully functional."
"Any particular talents you wish to make use of?" Jack breathed seductively against her neck and brought a hand up to tease her nipple through her shirt.
"I want to make use of every one of your talents. You're my own personal Jack-of-all-Trades."
Raising his head from her neck, Jack looked amused as he pointed out, "I believe the saying is Jack-of-all-Trades and master one none. Surely I've mastered at least one by now?"
Unzipping Jack's fly and stroking him, Samantha replied, "My Jack-of-all-Trades is the master of every one."
"Is that a fact?" he asked huskily.
Although they didn't have long, they moved quickly to remove their clothing and discard the mistletoe. Moving to the pile of cushions under the stained glass window, they coupled rapidly and intensely, bringing one another to climax. Reluctantly they redressed and went to the rec room to endure their forced socialization with the others. As they sat through the hour, they whispered promises to one another to pick up where they left off. The couple was unaware of Billy's cold stare as they waited for the time to end.
Billy had been watching the pair for the last couple of weeks, contemplating what to do. Although they were almost always in one another's company, he knew eventually he could catch Prince Albert the Prick alone. This time he wouldn't make a stupid mistake like he did with the refrigerator, this time he had a much more permanent solution in mind. Looking at Sam smiling at the rich freak, enraged him. After he heard the exchange between them Billy thought perhaps they were playing a prank on him, so he went back the next night and peered through the keyhole. The tangle of pale limbs and the couple's movements left no room for denial, they were sleeping together and Billy was going to put a stop to it.
As Samantha headed to Jack's room after bedcheck, Billy waited in the hall and stopped her, "Aren't you going to wish me happy birthday? I'm fifteen today. Maybe you'd like to screw me instead of your pussy bitch husband tonight. After all something might happen to him."
Sam felt anger course through her as Billy threatened her husband. At the same time she was concerned for Jack after what happened before. Her eyes narrowed as she seethed, "If anything happens to Jack, I guarantee I'll make you suffer in ways you never dreamed possible."
"Come on Sam, what's so great about that faggot?" Billy pushed as he backed Sam up against a wall and tried to grope her.
Having far more knowledge of male anatomy than she had when originally confronting Billy before her marriage, Samantha smile wickedly. Grabbing Billy through his pajama pants she twisted his manhood very hard not releasing him as he fell to his knees blubbering. Smirking at Billy, Samantha laughed, "What's so great about Jack? Unlike you, he's not hung like a baby carrot and a couple of peas. You couldn't make a girl cum if your life depended on it."
Releasing her grip, Samantha headed up to Jack's room. Before Jack kissed her, she dashed into the bathroom and washed her hand, touching Billy even through pajamas to hurt him was disgusting. Part of her longed to tell Jack what had happened, but she knew he would fly into a rage. It was nearly Christmas and then it would be New Years and they could take Jack's allowance and go back to Memphis. It wouldn't even be a full two weeks and they would be back with Konstantine and Sofia. Billy would be nothing more than an unpleasant memory as they began their new life.
Concerned about Billy listening outside the door, Samantha suggested they make love in the attic by the light of the Christmas tree and Jack readily agreed. Jack's caresses had a quality of desperation to them and Samantha knew he was dreading their holiday separation as much as she was. They had discussed trying to introduce him as a boyfriend to her father, but decided it was best not to stir up any suspicions. As little time as her father spent with her Sam didn't feel like she could open up to him and felt that a postcard telling him she was fine when she left would be plenty. Moving against her husband, Samantha surrendered to the sensation, content that Jack was all the family she needed.
The night before Christmas Eve was very difficult for Jack and Samantha, tomorrow they would be separated for the longest they had been since they met. Lovemaking was slow and had some tears that night as they reassured one another of their devotion. Although being together and apart over the course of a normal day was difficult, neither Samantha nor Jack felt ready for a two day separation.
"I don't want to go Jack," Samantha wept against his chest.
"I know, I feel the same way. I'll miss you terribly my Samantha. I wish-" Jack trailed off. He stopped himself, he needed to be strong and cheer his wife up. Fighting back his own tears he reminded her, "At least you'll be coming back Christmas afternoon and so we'll still see each other on Christmas."
"Jack," she began. Samantha felt like she should mention something about Billy but didn't want to risk him getting hurt. "Promise me you'll be very careful while I'm gone. I think Billy Watkins is planning something and I couldn't bear it if something happened to you."
"I promise. Besides I'm hardly going to invite him in for a chat."
"I'm just worried."
"Samantha, this is our last night together. I want to spend my time making love to you and talking about us, not thinking of Billy Watkins."
Our last night together, Samantha thought. No, she didn't want to ruin it with unpleasant thoughts. Drying her eyes, she brought Jack's mouth to hers and teased him with her tongue. Tonight was meant to be a good-bye and no one was going to intrude on their time. When Samantha came to Jack's room earlier, she was met by the soft glow of candles and rose petals scattered on the bed. As they made love the scent reminded her of their clearing in Memphis and she felt reassured, soon she and Jack would begin their new life far away.
Samantha's father arrived late the next afternoon and whisked Sam off to a hotel. Before leaving she pretended to forget something and ran back for a final kiss from Jack. In his room, their lips met slowly in a tender kiss. For several moments their lips remained joined and they embraced tightly, loathing their separation.
"I love you, Samantha," Jack murmured as she left.
Although she tried to be nice to her father, Sam's thoughts were of Jack. Over and over her eyes sought out the clock and she wished time would pass faster. With each passing hour, she thought about what Jack was doing and wished she was with him. Looking out the window of her father's suite, Samantha watched as snow began to cascade from the sky. She wondered if Jack was missing her as much as she missed him, when the phone rang and her father answered. Sam only half listened as her father took his call.
When her father hung up the phone, he approached her, "Sam, I'm sorry to do this, but there's an emergency in Geneva and I'm going to have to head to the airport tonight in order to get there."
Fighting back a smile as her heart leapt, Samantha assured him, "I understand."
"Really?" her father questioned in surprise.
"Absolutely. Can I have some money to get a cab back?"
"Wouldn't you like to stay here? The room is paid and it must be a nice change."
"There are some fun things going on back at the house and I was sorry to miss them, so I'll just go and join in the festivities," Samantha lied.
Once her father left, Samantha ordered a cab for herself and began to wait impatiently. Because it was Christmas Eve and snowing there was a two hour wait. Briefly she toyed with walking but it was quite a ways and the night was freezing. As Samantha waited for her cab, Jack sat in the attic watching the tree and wishing she was with him. After years of spending Christmas alone, Jack was used to it. However, having Samantha gone hurt terribly and against his will a tear trailed down his face.
There was a sound and Jack turned his face, "Samantha?"
"Not quite, you faggot freak," Billy growled standing over him holding a snow shovel.
Before Jack could react, Billy swung the shovel over Jack's head. The impact knocked Jack out and he fell over. Picking Jack's frail body up, Billy swung him over his shoulder and pulled the door to the widow's walk above. Cold air and snow filled the attic and Billy struggled to get Jack's unconscious form up the ladder. Carefully he propped the door so he wouldn't get trapped with Prince Albert. Dropping Jack with a thud, Billy turned around and sealed the door shut.
Jack lay motionless as the snow began to cover him...
