Chapter 6- Psychopaths and Nightmares
Sam wasn't about to let Charlie Abdale win against her. But looking at the locked door of the room she was in, she felt like she was left with no choice. Picking the lock had been unsuccessful, as had trying to break through the barred window. Throwing herself against the door in an attempt to break it down, she found that the only thing she was achieving with her breakout attempts was a bruised shoulder. Giving up on knocking down the door, she sat down on the bed in the room and looked at her shoulder, cursing the door for causing the bruise. She needed Jason to take care of her bruises and bumps. Yet here she was, Jasonless. She remembered the time that she had been attacked by the Sandovals. She remembered how Jason had helped her undress, and how he had kissed her and told her he would always protect her. How he had looked at those bruises like he wished they were on his body, and not on hers.
Sam wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ward off the sudden chill she was feeling. The feeling was a combination of fear, worry, and loneliness. She was being held captive by a maniac who wanted her, and would stop at nothing when it came to getting her. A man who was unpredictable, and dangerous, and needy. Her lover was in the hospital, recovering from a gun shot wound, thanks to the same man who was now holding her. She hoped that Jason didn't do anything stupid when he found out that she was missing. Something like leave the hospital. But Sam knew that he was doing that anyway. He would be looking for her in a heartbeat, and while she was worried about him, she was glad. If anyone could find her, it would be Jason. He would follow the clues, do the research, and find the spot where she was being detained. He would barge in and cause hell for all those involved, and then he would run into her room and sweep her off her feet, holding her in his arms and telling her that he loved her and would always protect her. He would tell her that he was lost without her, and that he felt like a piece of him died when he found out she was missing. He would tell her that she was the girl in his dreams. Oh, who was Sam kidding? That happened in romance novels, not her life. Especially her life with Jason. He wasn't one for affection and strong words. He held her at night, and he kissed her at the right times, but he never just kissed her for the hell of it. Or swept her into his arms for the hell of it. Sam tried to shake off all of her doubts about her relationship with Jason. He loved her, she was sure of it. And although it was hard for him to always express it; he was head over heels taken by her.
Jason leaned against the couch of his penthouse as a sharp pain shot through his body. The wound was bothering him, but he didn't care as he typed away at his laptop. He was looking for all of the property that Abdale owned. He wasn't sure of exactly what he was looking for, but he knew that he would find it. As he scrolled down the list of property owned, his mind became clouded. He was finding it harder and harder to think. None of it was making sense. He wasn't any closer to finding her. He needed her there with him. He needed her to tell him to lie down so that he didn't cause more damage to his wound, and to take the laptop from him and solve the mystery in a flash as she was able to do. She was smart, and good at solving puzzles like this one. The words were jumbled and chaotic in his head. As his anger got to him, he angrily slammed the laptop down. He beat his fist into the coffee table, and cursed as a bruise began to form on his hand. Growling a little, he decided that he needed a ride on his bike to cool down. He needed to regain his composure and put his thoughts together. He needed to think of a way to find Sam. He needed to save her, and he wasn't sure what he would do if he didn't. He wasn't sure if he could survive without her.
Jason had been riding for about an hour when he pulled the bike into Vista Point. He sighed and stared up at the sky, looking at the stars. The stars always made him think of her. He felt like they belonged to them, and just them. He felt like they were his and Sam's and no one else's. He thought of when he had put the necklace around her neck, and how everyday after that he had gotten to look at her wearing it. It made him feel like she was really his. It made him feel like nothing would ever get in the way of them being together. Jason pinched the bridge of his nose and thought back to how much of an idiot he was. He had been pushing her away for a long time, and he didn't mean it. He hated that there had to be an emergency for him to truly embrace her. He loved her so much but he was afraid. Afraid of getting too close and then losing her. But he knew that by not allowing himself to get close to her, he was just losing her anyway. He didn't want to have to wait for someone to get shot or kidnapped to confess his true feelings for her, only to push her away later on. He didn't want to be so fearful of losing her one moment and then not learn from his mistakes the next. She was the only woman who held his heart, and she held it completely. He just hoped she knew that.
Charlie walked into Sam's room with his usual sick grin on his face. As he smirked at her, he sat down on the bed, inching his body closer to hers.
"I hope your finding your accommodations comfortable" he asked as he grabbed her body and held it to his, stroking her hair and breathing on her neck.
Sam tugged out of his grasp, biting back the urge to slap him across the face.
"You've gotten dumber Charlie. Don't you know anything? Jason has connections. More connections than you can even imagine. And he's going to track you down and make you pay for this. He'll kill you with his own bare hands" she spat at him.
"He wont get anywhere near me babe" he whispered close to her face. "Or you for that matter"
Jason walked back into his penthouse, throwing his keys down on the table and shrugging off his jacket, leaving it where it fell. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer, only to be greeted by his best friend as he returned to the living room.
"Hey" said Jason as he nodded at Sonny.
"Hey, how you doing?" asked Sonny with a sympathetic smile.
"I'm holding up" he answered.
"I know that this is hard for you" continued Sonny.
"She means the world to me" said Jason, wishing that he could keep his blue eyes cold and unforgiving, but finding them suddenly wet instead.
"And you mean the world to her" pressed Sonny. "When you were shot, she was a mess. She didn't know what to do with herself. You kept calling out for her in your sleep. You kept saying that-"
"That I needed to save her" finished Jason.
"Do you remember the dreams?" asked Sonny. "Do you remember what happened in them?"
"No, not really. I just remember that I needed to save her" answered Jason truthfully.
"You will save her" assured Sonny.
"I hope your right. Sonny, do you mind if I just have some time to myself?" asked Jason.
"Ah, sure. Try to get some sleep" wished Sonny as he walked out of the penthouse and back to his own home.
Jason paced around the living room. His mind was suddenly preoccupied with the dreams he had when he was shot. He had felt like he needed to save her, but from what? What was so terrible that Jason needed to save Sam? Jason sunk down in to the couch, leaving the abandoned beer on the coffee table. He put his head in his hands and tried to think. But he was exhausted; mind, body and soul. He didn't even realize it as his eyes began to close and his breathing began to become steadier. And before Jason Morgan knew it, he had fallen asleep.
"Don't underestimate Jason" said Sam as she attempted to push Charlie off of her. "He will find me, and he will save me"
"You seem pretty sure of yourself" said Charlie in a deathly low whisper.
"Because I am. Jason loves me, and he is connected to me. He will find me, and he will save me"
"No one can save you Sammy" said Charlie loudly this time as he got up and let out a frustrated sigh. "This is just how it was before. You think you can pull a fast one on me, like on of your cons. You think you can convince me of something. But you can't Sammy, because you can't even convince yourself"
"Jason loves me unconditionally!" she cried out, anger getting the best of her as she too jumped up.
"No! He doesn't! And you're mine anyway! So don't go thinking someone can save you! Because no one can" he bellowed.
"Go to hell" she cried, reeling back and slapping him across the face.
"Oh baby, you should not have done that" he growled at her as he slapped her back.
Sam cried out in pain from the hit as she suddenly felt him grab her and press a hard kiss to her lips. She tried to fight back, biting his tongue that she found creeping into her mouth. As they both tasted the blood she had drawn, he hit her again, throwing her down hard to the ground, his eyes wild in anger. Sam tried to crawl away, recognizing and fearing the fury in his eyes.
Jason had his gun out, ready to shoot anyone that got in his way. And he would be more than willing to shoot them. He needed to find Sam. He needed to save Sam. And there was nothing he would stop at to save her. The only sound in the hollowed out hallway was the sound of his shoes against the hard floors. He walked down the hallway and came to a door, pausing outside of it and putting his ear to it, listening to the sounds that were coming from the room on the other side.
The voices were blurred and he was having a difficult time making out what was being said. He heard a man's voice yelling at a woman's voice, who tried to yell back. But her sounds were cut off and Jason heard the sounds of a struggle in the room. That was when he heard it. The ear piercing, blood curdling scream. Jason would recognize that scream anywhere. It was Sam. His Sam was screaming out like someone was killing her.
Jason jumped into enforcer mode, kicking at the door in an attempt to open it. When it didn't budge, he tried to ram his way through it, throwing his full body weight on it. But nothing worked. Trying to compose himself against her screams, he bent down to the lock on the door and tried to pick it, but he found himself unable to do it. Sam's cries were becoming louder and more agonizing and Jason was fighting like a mad man to break through the door to get to her. He opened up his mouth to yell through the door that he was coming to her when he felt a hand on his arm. Spinning around, he came face to face with a worried looking Sonny.
"Jason, it's fine" assured Sonny. "You're ok"
Jason could barely comprehend what Sonny was saying.
"SAM! SAM!" he called out.
"It's ok Jason" assured Sonny.
"No, I have to save her" he begged. "Sonny! I need to save Sam!" he cried as he felt the hot tears run down his face.
"Jason, it's ok, you're sleeping" assured Sonny as Jason's eyes jerked open and he looked around at his surroundings.
Jason sat up slowly, his breathing still uneven. He wiped at his face and was embarrassed to find tears mixed with his sweat. He didn't like to cry in front of anyone, especially Sonny.
"It's ok Jason" assured Sonny again as Jason took another deep breath. "It was just a bad dream"
"It was the same dream. It was the dream I had when I was shot" he confessed as realization dawned on him.
"It's ok" Sonny said as he continued to try to calm his friend.
"She was in a room. And I couldn't get to her. And she was screaming. I mean real, heartbreaking, someone's hurting her screams. And I couldn't make it. I couldn't get through" said Jason as he got up and began to pace around the room, wringing his hands and pinching the bridge of his nose as he did.
"Jase, I'm sure she's fine" secured Sonny.
"What if she's not? What if my dream is happening right now?" asked Jason. "How can I be sitting here on my ass while she's being put through some sort of pain that I can't even think about? How can I?"
"You need your rest Jason. You need to keep strong so that you can find her" soothed Sonny.
"No, I need to put all my time into the search. I've failed her" said Jason softly as he sunk back down into the couch.
"No, you haven't" said Sonny confidently.
"She's missing. She's been hurt by a crazy psychotic who needs to be six feet under. But instead, he has her, and he's hurting her. If he lays one finger on her…" Jason warned his usual growl returning.
"He won't hurt her" said Sonny confidently. "He wouldn't dare"
"Why, what does he have to lose?" asked Jason savagely.
"Everything Jason! For starters, he has his life to lose!"
"Charlie Abdale is a well connected man from what I've found out. Nothing like a little mob hit man is going to deter him. He has his own army of Jason's on hand" spat Jason in the same savage voice.
"No, he doesn't. No one is you Jason. No one is as good. And Abdale knows that. He won't dare hurt her" said Sonny as he stood up.
But what Sonny didn't know was just how wrong he was.
A/N: What did I do to Sam? How is Jason going to react? Review to find out!