Disclamer:I own none of these characters, except for Rob and Jess.
Chapter 4: Questions
Sam quickly changed into a pair of black surf shorts, and pulled on a random t-shirt. Once he pulled the shirt over his head, he noticed his scarred wrist; it stood brightly out on the pale skin of his arm, Reggie would notice it for sure. 'Well I can't go in the water with my bracelets on' Sam thought to himself. He paced around his room trying to think of what to do to hide his dangerous secret.
"I got it!" Sam ran to his bathroom where he kept a box of bandaids. He threw on several of the plastic bandages on on his wrist and wrapped some medical tape around his wrist for insurance.
Once he was completely covered, he grabbed the surfboard that Tito had given him years ago and skated down to the beach. When he reached his destination, he noticed that the surf team was huddled around their coach as he lectured them.
After what seemed like hours, he dismissed them and the team started packing up and talking amonst themselves.Reggie's back was facing Sam, a devious idea popped up in his mind and he slowly and quietly creeped up behind her.
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"Hey Reg! Are you comin' or what?" a blonde girl asked Reggie, whom unlike everybody else was not packing up her stuff.
"Go on without me Sher, I already planned to go surfing with Sam." Reggie told Sherri. A look of jealousy spread over Sherri's face but disapeared quickly. "Okay then, later much!" She replied as if nothing was wrong.
'Where is he anyway?' She thought to herself. And turned around to see Sam, whose face was inches away from her own, with a psychotic look on his face. Reggie schreeched in surprise.
"Sam What's wrong with you?!!" She screamed. Sam was almost falling over from laughter and looked up at the seething girl.
"Oh come on Reg, my face isn't that ugly." He said jokingly. The look of anger evaported of Reggie's face as she started laughing along with Sam. All of sudden, Sam stopped laughing and looked Reggie in the eye, he stepped towards her so his face was a little too close to hers. Reggie froze.
"Reggie" Sam said in a whisper. He moved his face to the side of hers, his lips nearly touching her smooth skin.
"Sam?" Reggie questioned in a confused voice. Sam whispered her name again in a lustful tone, his lips grazing her ear. Butterflies started to form in Reggie's stomach. 'Is this really happening?' she asked herself.
Reggie took a step to the right so Sam was know looking into her eyes. Sam reached up and tucked a strand of Reggie's wet hair behind her ear. And moved his lips towards hers, only mere centimeters know seperated them. Reggie began to close her eyes but then Sam's voice brought her back to reallity.
"Race Ya!" Sam said an excited voice and ran off towards the water before Reggie could register what was happening. An annoyed glare spread over her face as she watched Sam's retreating figure run into the water. He yelled something at her and she picked up her board and walked towards him; a look of false mock anger replaced her truthful glare. 'Oh this boy really knows how to play with my emotions' she said to herself as she splashed Sam for his cruel joke.
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After an hour of surfing (and water fights) Sam and Reggie tiredly walked back on land. Reggie collapsed on her back and looked up at the darkening sky. Sam plopped down on his stomach next to her and examined his wrist, the tape stayed on but salt water had still seeped into the cuts which caused Sam to let out a hiss of pain.
"What's wrong?" Reggie asked in a concerned voice. She sat up to get a better look at Sam and noticed the medical tape on his wrist. "What happened?" she said gesturing to his wrist.
"Well-uh, I tripped in practice today and landed on my arm. I was running on gravel, so I got cut up pretty bad." Sam lied. Reggie gave him a confused look and said-
"Let's run up to the shack, we have a first aid kit there-" "No that's alright." Sam interrupted quickly. Reggie shot Sam a look of disbelief, she had trouble believing that he could cut his wrist from falling.
"So...how was surf practice?" Sam said, trying to change the subject. Reggie and Sam chatted and laughed over the day's events. When they decided to leave, Sam turned his back to Reggie to pick up his board. Reggie noticed small faint white lines tracing up the bronzed skin of Sam's back.
"Sam what are those?" she asked. Sam turned around and asked "What do you mean?"
"Those lines on your back, are they scars? What happened? How long have they been there?" She rambled in a voice of concern and curiosness.
"They're birthmarks, they only show when my skin gets tan." He lied, again.
"I think you're lying, they don't look like any birthmarks I've ever seen. Sam, what's wrong? You've been so distant lately." Reggie asked, her voice strating to get angry.
Sam crossed his arms over his chest, trying to look defensive. And insisted "Nothing's wrong with me Reg."
"Bullshit Sammy," her voice became louder and angrier "What happeneed to you? Ever since you turned goth or whatever, you've been acting like a copmpletely different person-You don't eat as much, you're totally reckless, and you hardly ever hang with Twist,Otto and me because you're always off doing "who-knows-what" with those weird friends of yours!!" She sreamed. Sam was shaking with anger and Reggie noticed his eyes were getting teary. "Sammy what's wrong? I can help." She said in a softer tone.
"Shut Up! You're frickin' delusional Reg, nothing's wrong with me I just grew up, okay. I'm not that fat safety-freak boy anymore. So get used to it!" Sam stormed off, leaving Reggie standing on the beach by herself, tears pouring down her cheeks.
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Sam slammed his bedroom door behing him and sat down on his bed, burrying his hands in face in thought. Reggie was right he had changed. But it wasn't like he did it to gain attention or piss people off; oh no, he had what he thought was a very good reason to change his looks...
(Flashback to three years ago)
Sam had just turned thirteen yesterday and was trying out his new video game that he had gotten as a gift. Sam's mom had run out to do an errand, so Sam was all alone in the house. The doorbell rang, Sam put the game on pause slightly annoyed that he had been interrupted. 'Wonder who that could be ' he thought to himself. Sam opened the door and almost fell over from surprise when he saw who was standing there.
In the doorway stood Doug Dullard, His blonde hair was neatly combed back and he was wearing what looked like a new suit, and a very expensive new suit at that. "Happy belated birthday little guy!" He said, flashing a perfect white smile.
"Dad! What are you doing here? Does mom know you were coming!?" Sam asked. Sam had not seen his father for a couple years and the last time he did, his father was always on his cellphone doing business; so it wasn't that much of a visit. The only communication he had with his father now was a phonecall during holidays and the occasional e-mail.
"Whoa, slow down there Sammy!" Doug said while chuckling at his son's energy. "Wow! look at how tall your getting, your clothes barely fit you anymore." He was right, Sam's pants were so short on him that his ankles showed. His clothes were also baggier than usual because he was a little bit thinner.
"But does mom know your here?" Doug's smile faded a bit and he replied-"No, she doesn't but I wanted to give you your birthday present in person. Here." Doug handed Sam an envelope, inside was a check for a rather large amount of many. Sam gasped in shock at his gift.
"Dad, this is way too much!" He said. "Don't worry about that Sammy, I got a big promotion. Why don't you use some of that money to buy new clothes, and put the rest in the bank." Doug suggested. "God Sammy, does anyone ever tell you how much you look like me, not to mention those grades! A chip off the old block, eh?" He added.
"Thanks Dad, but I thought you needed mom's permission to visit-." Sam stopped talking, reallizing what his father had just said-'Chip off the old block? I'm not some abusive alchoholic!' Sam thought to himself, his face became angry, his father's did too.
"Why would I need permission to visit you Sam? Do you think I'm some kind of maniac who would hurt his own son?" Doug growled. Sam continued to glare at his father as he remembered all the times this man had beat him. Sam nodded.
"Why you ungrateful son of a bitch!!" He yelled. Doug punched his son in the stomach, hard. Sam doubled over in pain as Doug started to remove his belt. He pulled up Sam's shirt, exposing his pale back. He started whipping the boy's back.
"Happy Birthday to you, happy birthady to you..." Doug sang in an angry voice. Sam howled in pain as the belt cut into his skin. When he finished the song, Doug stopped whipping his son, he examined his belt; it was covered in blood. "You bastard! This belt was brand new!" He kicked Sam in the side causing him to roll over on his back. He stared down at his whimpering son.
"You can keep that check Sam, consider it the last gift you will ever get from me. Because as of this day forward, you're dead to me boy." Doug hissed. He turned around and walked out the door, slamming it behind him.
Sam got up and cleaned up the mess his father had made in the living room. He washed of the blood on his back and threw away his blood soaked clothes. When his mother came home he acted as if nothing had happened while she was gone.
Later that night, Sam remembered what his dad said about being "a chip off the old block", Sam looked into his mirror and saw that he shared similar features with his father-stocky frame, short neat hair, glasses, ect. Sam hated the way he looked, he hated his father, and he hated being so much like his father. Doug's voice popped up into Sam's head-'Why don't you use that money to buy new clothes...' "Oh I'll buy new clothes alright, people will never suspect me of of being your son." Sam said to himself smiling.
The next day, after replacing his entire wardrobe, Sam stood in front of his mirror, admiring his black ensamble. But his father's words from yesterday still stung. An idea popped into Sam's head. He reached into his desk drawyer and pulled out a pocket knife. He digged the cool blade into the flesh of his left arm. It hurt like hell, but for some reason it made Sam feel...happy.
Of course had heard that people who cut themselves eventually killed themselves, but Sam was convinced that he wouldn't make a habbit of cutting himself. How wrong he was. (Flashback over)
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That fateful day where Sam decided to change was the last time he ever saw or talked to his father. The only communication that came from Doug was the monthly check he was required to send to his ex-wife. Sam didn't want to admit it, even after all the horrible things his father had done to him, he still cared for his father. He loved him and hated him at the same time; which confused him, but he never showed his true feelings to anyone.
Because of his deprssing mood, he hardly ate anything which caused him to rapidly lose weight. He stopped having his hair cut reguarlly, like he had all his life. And joined the school's cross country team to be more physically fit; unlike his father whom had been fat his whole life. He then did something that he knew his father despised seeing on teenagers... he got his lip pierced. Of course his mother yelled at him for doing it without permission and demanded him to take it out, but he simply refused.
Sam thought about what had happened the last few years. He picked up his trusty blade and walked into the bathroom. He made several shallow cuts in his left wrist than did the same to his other one. Blood poured down both arms and into the sink, staining the white porcelin. It was the first time he'd ever brought the knife to both wrists. Sam cleaned himself up and drifted off into a restless sleep.
Next Chapter:Uh...I don't know yet, let me think of something good!
A/N: If you think this story is worth continuing, then review. If you don't, than review anyways seeing as you have nothing better to do than reading my story!
Chapter 4: Questions
Sam quickly changed into a pair of black surf shorts, and pulled on a random t-shirt. Once he pulled the shirt over his head, he noticed his scarred wrist; it stood brightly out on the pale skin of his arm, Reggie would notice it for sure. 'Well I can't go in the water with my bracelets on' Sam thought to himself. He paced around his room trying to think of what to do to hide his dangerous secret.
"I got it!" Sam ran to his bathroom where he kept a box of bandaids. He threw on several of the plastic bandages on on his wrist and wrapped some medical tape around his wrist for insurance.
Once he was completely covered, he grabbed the surfboard that Tito had given him years ago and skated down to the beach. When he reached his destination, he noticed that the surf team was huddled around their coach as he lectured them.
After what seemed like hours, he dismissed them and the team started packing up and talking amonst themselves.Reggie's back was facing Sam, a devious idea popped up in his mind and he slowly and quietly creeped up behind her.
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"Hey Reg! Are you comin' or what?" a blonde girl asked Reggie, whom unlike everybody else was not packing up her stuff.
"Go on without me Sher, I already planned to go surfing with Sam." Reggie told Sherri. A look of jealousy spread over Sherri's face but disapeared quickly. "Okay then, later much!" She replied as if nothing was wrong.
'Where is he anyway?' She thought to herself. And turned around to see Sam, whose face was inches away from her own, with a psychotic look on his face. Reggie schreeched in surprise.
"Sam What's wrong with you?!!" She screamed. Sam was almost falling over from laughter and looked up at the seething girl.
"Oh come on Reg, my face isn't that ugly." He said jokingly. The look of anger evaported of Reggie's face as she started laughing along with Sam. All of sudden, Sam stopped laughing and looked Reggie in the eye, he stepped towards her so his face was a little too close to hers. Reggie froze.
"Reggie" Sam said in a whisper. He moved his face to the side of hers, his lips nearly touching her smooth skin.
"Sam?" Reggie questioned in a confused voice. Sam whispered her name again in a lustful tone, his lips grazing her ear. Butterflies started to form in Reggie's stomach. 'Is this really happening?' she asked herself.
Reggie took a step to the right so Sam was know looking into her eyes. Sam reached up and tucked a strand of Reggie's wet hair behind her ear. And moved his lips towards hers, only mere centimeters know seperated them. Reggie began to close her eyes but then Sam's voice brought her back to reallity.
"Race Ya!" Sam said an excited voice and ran off towards the water before Reggie could register what was happening. An annoyed glare spread over her face as she watched Sam's retreating figure run into the water. He yelled something at her and she picked up her board and walked towards him; a look of false mock anger replaced her truthful glare. 'Oh this boy really knows how to play with my emotions' she said to herself as she splashed Sam for his cruel joke.
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After an hour of surfing (and water fights) Sam and Reggie tiredly walked back on land. Reggie collapsed on her back and looked up at the darkening sky. Sam plopped down on his stomach next to her and examined his wrist, the tape stayed on but salt water had still seeped into the cuts which caused Sam to let out a hiss of pain.
"What's wrong?" Reggie asked in a concerned voice. She sat up to get a better look at Sam and noticed the medical tape on his wrist. "What happened?" she said gesturing to his wrist.
"Well-uh, I tripped in practice today and landed on my arm. I was running on gravel, so I got cut up pretty bad." Sam lied. Reggie gave him a confused look and said-
"Let's run up to the shack, we have a first aid kit there-" "No that's alright." Sam interrupted quickly. Reggie shot Sam a look of disbelief, she had trouble believing that he could cut his wrist from falling.
"So...how was surf practice?" Sam said, trying to change the subject. Reggie and Sam chatted and laughed over the day's events. When they decided to leave, Sam turned his back to Reggie to pick up his board. Reggie noticed small faint white lines tracing up the bronzed skin of Sam's back.
"Sam what are those?" she asked. Sam turned around and asked "What do you mean?"
"Those lines on your back, are they scars? What happened? How long have they been there?" She rambled in a voice of concern and curiosness.
"They're birthmarks, they only show when my skin gets tan." He lied, again.
"I think you're lying, they don't look like any birthmarks I've ever seen. Sam, what's wrong? You've been so distant lately." Reggie asked, her voice strating to get angry.
Sam crossed his arms over his chest, trying to look defensive. And insisted "Nothing's wrong with me Reg."
"Bullshit Sammy," her voice became louder and angrier "What happeneed to you? Ever since you turned goth or whatever, you've been acting like a copmpletely different person-You don't eat as much, you're totally reckless, and you hardly ever hang with Twist,Otto and me because you're always off doing "who-knows-what" with those weird friends of yours!!" She sreamed. Sam was shaking with anger and Reggie noticed his eyes were getting teary. "Sammy what's wrong? I can help." She said in a softer tone.
"Shut Up! You're frickin' delusional Reg, nothing's wrong with me I just grew up, okay. I'm not that fat safety-freak boy anymore. So get used to it!" Sam stormed off, leaving Reggie standing on the beach by herself, tears pouring down her cheeks.
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Sam slammed his bedroom door behing him and sat down on his bed, burrying his hands in face in thought. Reggie was right he had changed. But it wasn't like he did it to gain attention or piss people off; oh no, he had what he thought was a very good reason to change his looks...
(Flashback to three years ago)
Sam had just turned thirteen yesterday and was trying out his new video game that he had gotten as a gift. Sam's mom had run out to do an errand, so Sam was all alone in the house. The doorbell rang, Sam put the game on pause slightly annoyed that he had been interrupted. 'Wonder who that could be ' he thought to himself. Sam opened the door and almost fell over from surprise when he saw who was standing there.
In the doorway stood Doug Dullard, His blonde hair was neatly combed back and he was wearing what looked like a new suit, and a very expensive new suit at that. "Happy belated birthday little guy!" He said, flashing a perfect white smile.
"Dad! What are you doing here? Does mom know you were coming!?" Sam asked. Sam had not seen his father for a couple years and the last time he did, his father was always on his cellphone doing business; so it wasn't that much of a visit. The only communication he had with his father now was a phonecall during holidays and the occasional e-mail.
"Whoa, slow down there Sammy!" Doug said while chuckling at his son's energy. "Wow! look at how tall your getting, your clothes barely fit you anymore." He was right, Sam's pants were so short on him that his ankles showed. His clothes were also baggier than usual because he was a little bit thinner.
"But does mom know your here?" Doug's smile faded a bit and he replied-"No, she doesn't but I wanted to give you your birthday present in person. Here." Doug handed Sam an envelope, inside was a check for a rather large amount of many. Sam gasped in shock at his gift.
"Dad, this is way too much!" He said. "Don't worry about that Sammy, I got a big promotion. Why don't you use some of that money to buy new clothes, and put the rest in the bank." Doug suggested. "God Sammy, does anyone ever tell you how much you look like me, not to mention those grades! A chip off the old block, eh?" He added.
"Thanks Dad, but I thought you needed mom's permission to visit-." Sam stopped talking, reallizing what his father had just said-'Chip off the old block? I'm not some abusive alchoholic!' Sam thought to himself, his face became angry, his father's did too.
"Why would I need permission to visit you Sam? Do you think I'm some kind of maniac who would hurt his own son?" Doug growled. Sam continued to glare at his father as he remembered all the times this man had beat him. Sam nodded.
"Why you ungrateful son of a bitch!!" He yelled. Doug punched his son in the stomach, hard. Sam doubled over in pain as Doug started to remove his belt. He pulled up Sam's shirt, exposing his pale back. He started whipping the boy's back.
"Happy Birthday to you, happy birthady to you..." Doug sang in an angry voice. Sam howled in pain as the belt cut into his skin. When he finished the song, Doug stopped whipping his son, he examined his belt; it was covered in blood. "You bastard! This belt was brand new!" He kicked Sam in the side causing him to roll over on his back. He stared down at his whimpering son.
"You can keep that check Sam, consider it the last gift you will ever get from me. Because as of this day forward, you're dead to me boy." Doug hissed. He turned around and walked out the door, slamming it behind him.
Sam got up and cleaned up the mess his father had made in the living room. He washed of the blood on his back and threw away his blood soaked clothes. When his mother came home he acted as if nothing had happened while she was gone.
Later that night, Sam remembered what his dad said about being "a chip off the old block", Sam looked into his mirror and saw that he shared similar features with his father-stocky frame, short neat hair, glasses, ect. Sam hated the way he looked, he hated his father, and he hated being so much like his father. Doug's voice popped up into Sam's head-'Why don't you use that money to buy new clothes...' "Oh I'll buy new clothes alright, people will never suspect me of of being your son." Sam said to himself smiling.
The next day, after replacing his entire wardrobe, Sam stood in front of his mirror, admiring his black ensamble. But his father's words from yesterday still stung. An idea popped into Sam's head. He reached into his desk drawyer and pulled out a pocket knife. He digged the cool blade into the flesh of his left arm. It hurt like hell, but for some reason it made Sam feel...happy.
Of course had heard that people who cut themselves eventually killed themselves, but Sam was convinced that he wouldn't make a habbit of cutting himself. How wrong he was. (Flashback over)
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That fateful day where Sam decided to change was the last time he ever saw or talked to his father. The only communication that came from Doug was the monthly check he was required to send to his ex-wife. Sam didn't want to admit it, even after all the horrible things his father had done to him, he still cared for his father. He loved him and hated him at the same time; which confused him, but he never showed his true feelings to anyone.
Because of his deprssing mood, he hardly ate anything which caused him to rapidly lose weight. He stopped having his hair cut reguarlly, like he had all his life. And joined the school's cross country team to be more physically fit; unlike his father whom had been fat his whole life. He then did something that he knew his father despised seeing on teenagers... he got his lip pierced. Of course his mother yelled at him for doing it without permission and demanded him to take it out, but he simply refused.
Sam thought about what had happened the last few years. He picked up his trusty blade and walked into the bathroom. He made several shallow cuts in his left wrist than did the same to his other one. Blood poured down both arms and into the sink, staining the white porcelin. It was the first time he'd ever brought the knife to both wrists. Sam cleaned himself up and drifted off into a restless sleep.
Next Chapter:Uh...I don't know yet, let me think of something good!
A/N: If you think this story is worth continuing, then review. If you don't, than review anyways seeing as you have nothing better to do than reading my story!
