Crazyrussiangal- Keep that sim Jarod did in mind. It comes up a few more times down the road.
Pretender Fanatic- Thanks, I wanted to depict Sammy as a well adjusted kid and kinda show the differences between him and Jarod due to the different way they had been raised.
Morgan- Glad you liked the chapters here's the next two
Erikstrulove- This chapter is for you
CHAPTER 16
BOBBY
November 25, 1969
7:36am
Blue Cove, Delaware
The Centre
"Aw Melanie do I have ta?" Sammy asked he had just awaken to learn that he would once again be teaming up with another boy for a project. Normally Sammy wouldn't mind but this was one of Raines's kids. And Sammy had heard rumors that Raines's kids were usually five cokes short of a six pack.
"Yes Samuel you have to." Melanie said stressing the words. "Robert is a nice boy a little shy but nice."
"What ever." Sammy said grabbing a fresh change of clothes. His trainer then left for Sammy to get ready for the day's task. Sammy got in the shower and leaned his forehead against the cool tile as the water cascaded down his back. He was exhausted. He had just fallen asleep. Over the two weeks he had been sneaking out of his room at the Centre and making his way to the Parker Manor. The voices in Mor's head had been making it difficult for her to sleep unless Sammy was near. He would then leave the Manor a little after five and make the three mile hike back to the Centre and erase any footage of him leaving or returning. If he was lucky he usually made it back to his room ten minutes before seven giving him an hour of sleep before Melanie came to wake him.
Sammy couldn't wait until the holiday. This year as like the past two years he would be spending Thanksgiving at the Parker's it would be four solid days not having to hike back and forth between the Centre and the Manor.
Sammy got out of the shower and proceeded to get dressed. He then sluggishly made his way to the sim lab. At the work table sat a boy he wasn't much older than Sammy. His dark brown hair was cut short and close. The boy nervously drummed his fingers on the Formica table but caught himself and placed his hand in his lap.
"Hi you must be Robert," Sammy said approaching the boy.
"Y-yes, everyone calls me B-Bobby though," Bobby whispered his blue eyes darting around the room.
"I'm Sammy," Sammy said offering Bobby his hand.
"'S nice to meet you Sammy," Bobby said.
"Like wise. So Bobby you know what were doing today?" Sammy asked as he sat down a propped his feet up on the table. Bobby looked at Sammy shocked.
"N-no I don't know." Bobby replied. The two were then silent. Sammy took the time to study the boy further. Bobby had an air of fear about him. And Sammy was pretty sure that there was fading bruise on Bobby's face.
"So Bob, do you live here too?"
"No, with my parents," Bobby said looking down. Sammy had a brief flashback
daddy, daddy please no 'm sorry
to four years ago. Bobby had the same look the Greg did. Immediately Sammy knew that Bobby was being abused.
"So Bobby, you like Dr. Raines?"
"Oh yes, he's very nice," Bobby nodded eagerly putting on a smile. The word brainwashed flashed across Sammy's brain.
"Boy get your feet of that table," Came the hissing of a man. Startled Bobby practically leapt a foot in the air. Sammy on the other hand didn't so much as move an inch.
"Good morning Dr. Raines," Sammy said in a falsely cheerful voice. Sammy had long ago overcome his fear of Raines. The Doctor still gave Sammy the creeps somewhat but Sammy no longer was afraid of him. Mor swore that Raines smelled of brimstone. Sammy had told her it was just the cigarettes but sometimes he wondered if Raines and the devil were poker buddies.
"Are you deaf boy? Get your feet off of the table. Such insubordination will not be tolerated. Just because you have Catherine Parker looking out for you makes you think that you're above other's here. But let's get one thing strait you are nothing but a spoiled brat. Disobey me again and you and I are going to have a little chat. Am I clear?" Raines asked.
"Crystal," Sammy said narrowing his eyes, as he took his feet off of the table. Sammy look over at Bobby and could see that the boy was trembling. At that moment Sammy wanted to lash out at Raines and Bobby's father. Bobby was obviously terrified of Raines. 'Nice guy my ass' Sammy thought. He felt bad for Bobby, no kid deserved to be treated the way he was. Sammy had though he was going to end up working with a future cannibal -Sammy had heard stories that one of Raines kids had snapped and killed three sweepers before he was subdued-. But Bobby was just a scared boy.
"Ah Raines I didn't know you were already here," Melanie said entering the room.
"I did say eight o'clock," Raines all but snarled.
"Why yes you did. I'm sorry for the hold up but one of my other charges was having difficulties adjusting."
"Well I hope he is more well mannered than this one over here." Raines said glaring at Sammy. Melanie ignored his remark.
"You must be Robert, I'm Melanie, Sammy's trainer,"She said introducing her self to the boy. Bobby smiled back weekly.
"Now that we all know each other why don't you to get to work. Here is the file it has everything you need to know. Read it I'm sure you're capable of that simple task are you not, Samuel?"
"I've been able to read since I was three Dr. Raines. It says so in my file." Sammy retorted he was angry that Raines suggested that he was less than other's at the Centre just because he wasn't a pretender.
"Watch your mouth boy," Raines said knocking Sammy to the ground Sammy had forgotten how much Raines like to hit for insolence. Sammy got up his eyes narrowed to slits, as he wiped the blood from the corner mouth. He bit back a curse, as he returned to his seat.
He looked over at Melanie he lips had narrowed into a tight line. Her eyes were those of shock. Yet she said nothing to Raines. It angered Sammy that one man had so much power over so many people. Sammy then looked over at Bobby the boy was quite pale and his hands were gripping the table so tight that his knuckles had turned white. His eyes were wide in fear. For Bobby's sake Sammy decided not to anger Raines any further. The poor boy looked as though her were about to keel over.
"Let that be a lesson to you. I don't coddle my charges nor do I except a child who does not know his place. You belong to the Centre. It is not the other way around. Had Jacob and Melanie treated you the way you should have been you would know your place in the world." Raines said his face inches from Sammy. Sammy could smell the tobacco from the Pall Malls Raines smoked. He resisted the urge to turn away from the doctor. Instead Sammy stood his ground.
"The Centre isn't the world," Sammy said viciously. He then found himself once again on the ground. Raines then gestured for two sweepers.
"Kindly escort Samuel back to his room," He said in a low voice. The two burly sweepers picked up Sammy and dragged him to his room. They then tossed him on the floor and proceeded to kick him, well past the point of which he blacked out.
When Sammy came to he found himself in the Centre infirmary. There was a weight on his chest. He looked down a saw the familiar sleeping figure of Mor. He brought up his hand to stroke her hair and winced at the blinding pain that flooded his body. It took every ounce of strength to bite back the scream that threatened to come. And though he was able to stop the scream he was unable to hold back the tears. It wasn't right what happened to him. No child, no person should be punished
beaten
in that manner.
A few moments latter Mor began to wake. She looked up and smiled when she saw Sammy's gray eyes. She then frowned when she saw the salt stains of tears on his cheeks.
She gently sat up, careful not to hurt him.
"Hey how, you feelin'?" She asked concerned written on her face.
"Like I pissed of Raines and he sicced two sweepers on me," Sammy pathetically joked.
"It's not funny," Mor said her blue eye's filling with tears.
"I know. I'm sorry. Come here," he said opening his arms ignoring the pain. Mor gasped. "What? What's wrong?" Sammy asked.
"You're hurting," She said.
"Gee Mor really? Hadn't noticed."
"I can feel it Sammy," She said and it was true though she didn't feel Sammy's actual pain. It was more like she heard the voices in her mind whispering he was in pain.
"It's not so bad," Sammy replied.
"You're a really bad liar," She said. "I'm gonna go and get a nurse so she can give you something to help with the pain. Then I'm going to get Momma and tell her your awake." Mor said getting of the bed and walking towards the door.
"Hey Mor?"
"Yeah?"
"How long was I out?" Sammy asked. Mor looked down. "Mor tell me please," Sammy begged.
"Five days," Mor whispered and left in search of a nurse and her mother.
Sammy leaned back and stared up at the ceiling. 'Five days' he thought to himself 'My God'. The funny thing to Sammy was that he was more concerned about Mor than he was about his own self. Before his five day nap Mor had been having difficulties sleeping. Yet Sammy did wake up to find her sleeping. Sammy wondered if Mor had been spending her nights by his side.
Mor had alerted the nurse that Sammy was awake and the headed towards her mother's office. Mor blamed herself for what happened to Sammy. As Sammy had lain in his coma, Mor had figured out why the voices where so loud, they had been warning her that Sammy was in danger. At the same moment that the sweepers had begun attacking Sammy one single word was spoken by the voices and then they all stopped. That word was Sammy. Mor knew instantly that Sammy was in trouble. She had begged her mother to take her to work with her. Catherine didn't protest. By the time they had got to the Centre, Sydney was waiting in Catherine's office. He informed the mother and daughter that Sammy had been brutally beaten by Raines's men and was in the infirmary. Catherine had then blasted Raines for the beating the sweepers administered Sammy.
As Mor reached her mother's door she closed her eyes at the memory of Sammy's battered body. He had suffered from three broken ribs, as well as a broken nose. He had to black eyes and bruises all along his body. For a moment Mor had a flash of her mother with a black eye. She found it strange. Never before had she seen her mother with a black eye.
Thanksgiving. Raines. Rain. Door.
Mor shook her head and entered her mother's office. Catherine was applying make up around her eye. She quickly put her compact down when she saw her daughter.
"Sammy's awake Momma," Mor said.
"Thank God. Lets go and see him huh?" Catherine said and took her daughter's hand. The two walked to the infirmary. Sammy was now sitting up, drinking water out of a straw. His face immediately brightened at the sight of the two most important people in his life. The woman he viewed as a substitute mother, and the girl who in his mind was his sister even though he knew they weren't blood related.
"Hey Sammy, you ready to go home?" Catherine asked smiling at the boy as she tried not to cry at his battered body.
"You mean it?" Sammy asked.
"Yes Edna has given you permission to recover at the manor. Once your better you can come back here."
"Let's go then," Sammy said attempting to get up the pain killers were working wonders.
"Well first thing Mr. Grey you might want to wear something besides that hospital johnnie. Secondly I want you off your feet. That means for the next week or two your confined to a wheel chair. Am I clear?" Edna Raines asked entering the room. Though her husband was the reason Sammy was in the predicament that he was, Sammy had no animosities towards Edna Raines. She had always been kind to Sammy and Mor.
"Yes ma'am," Sammy replied, "So where are my clothes."
"Under your bed," Edna told him "Sally here will help you dress," She said gesturing to the nurse. "Mean while I'll need to talk to Catherine and Miss Parker about keeping you in check. I am allowing you to stay with the Parker's on the condition that you will actually rest and not trick your poor nanny into getting tied to a chair and then go splashing about in mud puddles."
Sammy grinned "Actually we locked in the closet and then splashed around in mud puddles." He corrected. His and Mor's exploits were legend among Centre employees.
"Don't worry I'll make sure he get's plenty of rest," Mor said. "I'll tie him to the bed if I have to," She smiled wickedly. 'Maybe I should stay here' Sammy thought. He realized that he was being shipped off to the Parker's where Mor would have free reign while her parents were at work. Emma would be their of course but even after looking after Mor and Sammy for years she still had trouble keeping up with the two children. And knowing Mor, Sammy figured that she'd have him rolling down the steps in his wheel chair of he managed to piss her off.
"Well let's get all of Sammy's things straight and you three can be on your way." Edna said leading Catherine and Mor to her office, leaving Sally to help Sammy get dressed.
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