This just so happens to be off the top of my head. So I hope its okay. I am so sorry it has been since like September or December or something.
It started pouring as Martin and Sam were stepping out of the cab.
As Martin and Sam step into Martin's apartment all soaked and wet. Martin takes off his jacket first and then helps Sam.
"ouch... Martin"
"Sorry... Does your arm feel any better?"
"I don't know. Maybe"
"Sam is it still bleeding?"
"No. It will be fine, it's all dried up."
Martin slides Sam a sly look, like stop trying to be so tough.
Martin grabs Sam's hand and starts rubbing it. Martin then brings Sam's arm up and kisses it and as he does so he stares into her big brown eyes.
Sam starts to cry, and puts her head on Martin's shoulder
Martin grabs Sam's hand and guides her over to the couch to sit and to talk to him.
Martin then pulls Sam into a big hug. "Shh baby it okay." Martin says as he rubs the back of Sam's head. "It's okay Samantha… calm down."
"Martin… I feel so unloved. What is my problem?"
"Sam you don't have a problem."
Sam removes her head from Martin's shoulder moments later and wipes at her tears.
"Why are you so amazing to me Martin? I don't deserve you or your respect?"
"You're wrong."
"How?"
"You do deserve me and my love… Samantha you deserve the same treatment and respect that everyone else gets … There are no exceptions."
All Samantha can do is smile and look up into Martin's eyes and nod her head.
"Come on Sam let's get into the bathroom and clean up all of that dried blood." Martin Says as he hold out his hand one more time to help her up.
Samantha then follows Martin willingly into the bathroom hand in hand.
Martin leads Sam to the toilet seat to sit down.
"Sam come sit here."
"Ok."
"Wait here a second I have to go grab the Neosporin and some aspirin and also… maybe some ice." Martin says as the lump on Sam's head is about to show.
As Sam sits there waiting for Martin she thinks of the man that assaulted her. She thinks of why someone would possess themselves to harm innocent women. What was his story and why her? Why now?
Martin comes back from the closet outside of the bathroom and catches Sam in a glance at the floor tiles.
"Sam… Sam... SAM?"
"Huh… What?"
"What were you thinking about?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing Sam?"
"No nothing."
"Are you sure, because you looked like you were thinking a little hard there."
"No, I am fine… I swear." Sam says with a fake smile.
Martin of course doesn't believe her, but who would just seeing at everything she has been through with the Marissa Boet case and that vulgar man stepping in to the privacy of her home.
"Sam, maybe we should go to the hospital. You might have a concussion." Martin says as he wiped off the dry blood with soap and water.
"No, Martin please don't make me go." Sam says worriedly with pleading eyes.
"Why not, you could seriously be hurt internally."
"Martin, I am way too afraid to go to the hospital. Don't you think the first place he is going to look is the hospitals?"
"What makes you so sure Sam?" Martin says as he puts the Neosporin on Sam's head.
"Ok Martin, if you hit a woman and you were a gruesome and violent rapist and murderer do you think that you would want someone to find out?" Sam finally snaps out.
"I am sorry and you have a point, but I want you to get checked out." Martin says with persevering eyes."
"I will be fine, and if I am not fine in the morning then I will consider getting checked out." Samantha says getting up passing Martin and out of the bathroom.
"I know you will be fine. I am just worried about you, you know with the trauma and everything." Martin says following her.
"Sam do you want any tea or coffee or something?"
"Umm… Martin can I just have some water."
"Yeah, I will be right back."
"K"
As Martin steps into the kitchen Sam calls him.
"Martin?"
"Yeah" Martin says from the kitchen.
"Hey…Umm… I am going to take the couch ok."
"No Sam take the bed its ok."
"No Martin, It's bad enough that I am taking away the privacy of your home."
"Ok, but only if you want to though."
"No, it's ok I do."
Sam and Martin come out of the kitchen and Martin sets her water on the side table as him and Sam go into his bedroom to go grab out some pillows and blankets.
"Well, here you go."
"Thanks." Sam says walking away from Martin.
"Sam stops and turns around. "Hey Martin?"
"Martin turns around to face her. "Yeah Sam?"
Sam hesitates. "I just wanted to you know… Say thank you for practically saving my life, and for letting me stay here with you."
"Sam, I will protect you no matter what."
Sam smiles and then walks up to Martin and gives him a sweet slow kiss.
"What was that for?" Martin says as they pull apart.
"Thank you… You don't know what you mean to me."
"I think I do."
Next chapter will be about Sam's nightmare and POV'S by Martin and maybe Sam. I hope you all will read and review.
Kelli
