Chapter 2- Emotional Baggage
Jason walked into his penthouse and gently placed Sam on the couch. Sitting down beside her, he stroked her hair and stared at her beautiful face for a bit before getting up and going into the kitchen to retrieve the first aid kit and some wet towels.
Sam woke up and her hand immediately flew to her head in an effort to get the pain to away. She felt like her head was going to smash into a million pieces. Looking around, she was surprised to find that she was home. If she could even call it home. Now that she knew exactly where Jason stood, she wouldn't be living here anymore. She tried to get off of the couch and leave before he noticed, but he came back into the room too soon.
"Your awake" he said, relief washing over him.
Sam was surprised to see genuine concern in his eyes, but she brushed it off, deciding she was seeing what she wanted to, not what was really going on.
"I'm going" she said.
"You're not going anywhere" he responded, sitting down on the couch next to her.
He put one hand on her face, and much to her dismay, she found her eyes closing as she felt his comforting touch.
"What happened tonight?" he asked her.
Assuming he meant about the attack she said "I dunno, some guys just tried grabbing me. That's really all I remember" she answered.
"I didn't mean that. I meant with you pulling away from me. Is something wrong?" he asked her softly.
"Is there something wrong?" she scoffed as she looked at him incredulously. "Jase, stop it" she said, getting off the couch and out of his grasp.
"I don't know why you're so mad at me. Or why you said what you said" he said tenderly.
"I'll tell you why I said those things. Because they're true Jason! You really have no idea why I'm so mad at you?" she asked.
"I really have no idea" he answered truthfully.
"I was on the docks at the same time as you. At the same time as you and Courtney" she answered.
"How much did you see?" he asked her, looking down at his feet.
"I saw everything. I saw you kiss her" she said.
"I didn't mean to" Jason said.
"What happened, were you trying to give her mouth to mouth. Or did you slip or something, and your tongue fell down her throat?"
"She kissed me. And yes, I kissed back. But I didn't mean to. And I pushed her away once I came to my senses. And we agreed that it meant nothing" said Jason. "Please, please believe me" he begged.
"How the hell am I supposed to do that Jason? I will always be second best. Second best to Courtney, or Sonny, or Carly" said Sam, adding extra spite to the name Carly.
"It won't be that way anymore. It won't Sam. Please, just give me a second chance" he pleaded.
"I don't think I can do that" she said, and she gathered her purse in an attempt to leave.
Jason jumped up and blocked the door.
"Are you going to keep me here by force?" she asked him, putting one hand on her hips.
"If I have to. Because you may be mad at me, but I still love you so much. And you're hurt. So you're not going anywhere, especially with those men still out there"
"You've got to be kidding me?" said Sam with a sarcastic chuckle. "There is no way in hell that I am staying here with you"
"Please, just let me explain" he begged again.
"You already tried that" said Sam, rolling her eyes at him.
Before she could stop him, Jason grabbed her and pulled him tightly to himself. Parting her lips with his tongue, he captured her in a forceful, passionate kiss. His hands ran through her hair, pulling at the brown follicles. Her fingers crept up the back of his shirt and as he kissed her, she raked her nails up and down his back, massaging him as he moaned in pleasure. She wrapped her legs around him and he boosted her up, carrying her up the stairs. Feeling his hardness, Sam reached up and pulled his t-shirt off of him as they entered the bedroom. Kissing his chest, she bit at his skin and he moaned again. He pulled off her shirt and bra in one swift motion, exposing her bare breasts. He grabbed at his belt buckle but she pulled his hands away to do it herself. Just as she was about to tug down his jeans, reality set in. Pulling back from him, she located her bra and shirt and placed both back on.
"What are you doing?" he breathlessly asked her.
"I'm stopping before we make a big mistake"
"I love you" he said.
"You don't do a good job of showing it" she snapped.
Jason got off of the bed and walked over to her, taking her hands in his.
"I know" he said shamefully, hanging his head.
"I just want to go" she said softly, trying to hold back her tears.
"Please don't do this Sam" he begged. "Look, your bleeding still" he said, fingering the cut on her head. "Let me take care of you"
"You can take care of me" she agreed, "but it has to be purely platonic"
"Alright" whispered Jason, knowing that it was the only way that she would let him tend to her wounds. And he didn't want to run the risk of anything bad happening because of her injuries.
Sam walked back down the stairs and sat on the couch. Jason sat next to her and he started cleaning her up. He rubbed antiseptic on the cut on her head, and he gently blew on it to stop the sting. It was almost too much for either of them to bear; they were dangerously close to one another. Dangerously close to kissing one another and giving into passion again. He took care of the other bruises and cuts that were splattered all over her body. Once he was finished, he wanted to kiss her and hold her in his arms and promise her that this would never happen again. But he knew that she would hear nothing of it.
"I'm going to bed" she said finally. He looked at her hopefully and then she added "On second thought, I'll sleep on the couch tonight"
"You're not sleeping on the couch. You're hurt. I'll take it" he said, although it broke his heart that he was admitting defeat.
"Fine" she said, cursing him for being so sweet and still caring about her comfort, even after all of the terrible things she had said to him.
"Goodnight" she said, getting up and going up the stairs.
"Goodnight beautiful, I love you" he said so softly, that she couldn't even hear him.
The next morning, Carly was bored out of her mind. Deciding a little Sam torture would brighten her day, Carly walked right into Jason's penthouse, praying that they were still in bed. That would really piss Sam off. But the sight she saw was different from what she expected. Jason was sitting on the couch, his head in his hands.
"What's wrong?" asked Carly, fearing the worst, whatever that may have been.
"Sam left" he said, referring to his girlfriend's early morning departure.
"Really?" asked Carly, an excited smile creeping to her face.
"Carly, just shut up and go away. I don't need you telling me all about how she's a rotten person and I'm better off without her"
"Jase, you are" said Carly as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"No, I'm not. I love her. And god Carly, it hurts to know that she's gone" said Jason, staring up at Carly with watery eyes.
Carly felt bad for her best friend. Although she thought that he was better off without Sam, he obviously didn't feel the same way. And now, he was broken hearted. It was all because of that mousy bitch.
"I'm going to kick her ass for tearing out your heart" said Carly, getting up.
But Jason caught her by the hand and pulled her back down on to the couch.
"You will not lay a finger on her" warned Jason. "I love her, and I will not let you hurt her" he said slowly, as though he was talking to a five year old. "It's my fault that she left anyway" said Jason.
"What do you mean?" asked Carly.
"She kind of saw me kissing Courtney on the docks" mumbled Jason.
"YOU KISSED COURTNEY ON THE DOCKS!" yelled Carly, excitement flooding through her veins. "How was it? Was it magical? Were there fireworks? Was it totally perfect?" asked Carly, falling backwards on to the couch.
"No, it was weird. We aren't together anymore Carly, nor will we ever be. She wants to be with Jax and I want to be with Sam. The kiss was an accident. And it meant nothing. And now, I drove Sam away" said Jason dejectedly.
"Jase, you'll move on, she'll move on. It'll be no big deal" said Carly.
"It is a big deal" said Jason. "I don't want her to move on, and I certainly don't want to move on" said Jason.
"Jason, she doesn't deserve you"
"No, actually, it's the other way around. I don't deserve her" said Jason coldly. "Carly, just leave. Please" begged Jason and Carly listened to him for once, leaving the penthouse and leaving the broken hearted man alone.
Sam's room above Jake's was anything but nice. Jason wanted to pay for her to have a nice room in the MetroCourt, but she didn't want his handouts. She wanted him. But she needed to stay strong. The almost sex last night was too much to handle. She needed to stick to her principals. She couldn't allow him to take her for granted anymore. It didn't matter that she still loved him more than anything. She brushed her dark hair from her face and looked around again. Before long, she was crying again. Putting her head in her hands, she started to sob, her breathing feeling constricted. Crumbling on to the bed, she curled up in a ball and continued to let her sobs rack her body.
The men had paid dearly for their mistake. Sam McCall wasn't dead. Their boss had taken the time to remind them of that, beating them all up one by one. Samantha McCall needed to die. She had done some terrible things in her life, and now she would pay for them.
If Jason couldn't be with Sam, he was at least going to protect her. He had guards on her, and he was now desperately searching for the name of the person who had tried to take her last night.
"You look like hell" said Sonny as he walked into Jason's penthouse and saw him bent over his computer.
Jason hadn't gotten much sleep the night before and combined with the fact that he was heartbroken, it made him look worn and ragged.
"Thanks" he said, not looking up.
"No luck on that money trail?" asked Sonny, seeing his friend's disappointed demeanor.
"It's like these guys disappeared off of the face of the planet. Any leads I get end up just stopping short. And any names I find are unfamiliar" he said, running his hands over his face.
"You miss her, don't you?" asked Sonny.
"Am I that obvious?" Jason asked, sitting back in his chair.
"Nah. But I can sense a broken heart when I see one" said Sonny.
"I just can't believe how much I screwed up with her" said Jason with a sigh.
"Fight for her man. Go find her and tell her how much you love her" said Sonny.
"I tried that. And it just makes her angrier. It just makes her want to push me away more" said Jason.
"I'm sorry Jase" he said, patting his friend's shoulder as he got up and left Jason alone again.
Sam stepped out of the shower and brushed her hair back. She was used to being alone. It came with the territory. But why did she feel so lonely now? She didn't experience loneliness much, but being separated from Jason hurt. After getting dressed and blow drying her hair, Sam didn't know what else to do with herself. Then, she heard a knock on the door. A smile crept to her face. He had come for her. Sure, she'd push him away, and yell at him. But Sam had a feeling that in the end, she would be too weak to be mad at him anymore. Opening the door, Sam gasped at who she saw.
"What the hell do you want?" she asked the man.
"Isn't it obvious Sammy, I want you" said the man with a sinister smile.
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