A Fool To Think

Chapter Seven

Almost Twelve Years Ago…

"Oh c'mon Sam!" Kelly, her roommate exclaimed. "We've been roommates ever since freshman year and in that entire two and half year period I have never seen you do anything fun! You don't party, you don't date and you don't go out and you don't go hang out with your friends. All you ever do is stay inside the apartment and study."

"Because I want to get good grades." Sam reminded Kelly. It was important to her that she get straight A's.

"But you are getting straight A's and you're smart enough that you don't need to study this much. You could get an A in a class just by showing up and paying attention to the lectures." Kelly picked up the book Sam was reading and threw it in the trashcan. "You don't need to devote your whole life to school."

"Please don't throw my books away." Sam calmly but forcefully commanded.

"College isn't just about studying. It's also about making friends and having some fun."

"I have friends and I have fun." Sam objected.

"No you don't. Now get dressed and let's go. Phi Delta Theta is having a big party tonight and you're coming with me whether you want to or not."

"I'm not going with you." Sam told her.

"Yes you are. You are coming with me even I have to call Bruce and get him to carry you there. I'll do it if I have to."

Bruce was Kelly's cousin. He played football for the college and was definitely strong enough to carry her to the party. "Why are you so insistent that I go with you?"

"Because I think you need to have some fun in your life." Kelly replied. "I'm worried about you. All you ever do is study and that's not healthy. Please just come with me this one time?"

"I don't have anything to wear." Sam told her, thinking that would be a good excuse.

"No problem. You can borrow something from my closet." Kelly smiled. She took Sam's hand and led her friend into her closet. "I know exactly what you should wear!"

"I'm going to regret this. I can feel it already." Sam mumbled as she took a look at what Kelly wanted her to wear.

"I feel really uncomfortable in this." Sam whispered to Kelly as they entered the door of the fraternity house. She was dressed in a red halter top and a black skirt that was too short for her liking.

"But you look amazing." Kelly complimented. "You have a really nice figure that most girls would die for. I still don't understand why you hide it in baggy clothes. You dress like one of those old-fashioned librarians, with your conservative attire and hair in a bun."

"I don't dress like a librarian." Sam objected, even though she knew there was some truth to that statement.

"Whatever. The point is I want you to have some fun. Ok?" Kelly smiled.

"I'll try." Sam promised.

"Let's just start with some punch." Kelly filled up two cups with punch and handed one to Sam. "This should help you relax a little bit. Knowing these guys, there's probably some alcohol mixed in with the punch. It's their way of not opening endorsing alcohol at their parties."

Sam slowly sipped her drink, watching the people around her. The house looked huge, but at the moment, there was barely enough room for everyone. There were people dancing to the loud music and then there were also a lot of people standing around talking to each other. She didn't know any of these people though, so she just stood there observing everything.

"I'm going to go dance." Kelly told her, pointing to the guy who had just walked over. "You ok alone for a little bit?"

"Yes." Sam assured her friend. "Go." But as she watched Kelly start dancing, she realized that she wasn't ok being alone. So she just stayed close to the punch bowl, drinking cup after cup of punch until she wasn't sure how many she had drank.

Kelly was right. They must have put alcohol in the punch because Sam soon became slightly tipsy. But at least she finally felt relaxed. That's why she said yes when a strange guy came up to her and asked her to dance.

"My name's Alex." The guy told her as they started to dance. "Do you have a name?"

"Of course. Everyone has a name." She giggled.

He smiled. This girl was plastered. He had picked well tonight. "So what's yours?"

"Samantha." She smiled.

"I don't think I've seen you here before." Alex commented.

"It's my first party." Sam confessed.

"So you haven't seen the rest of the house?" Alex asked, seeing an opportunity that he was going to grab.

"No." She replied. "It looks nice though."

"It is." Alex smiled. "Why don't I give you a tour?"

"Ok." In the back of her mind she knew that was a bad idea. She didn't know this guy. But the punch was having a weird effect on her.

He grabbed her hand and started showing her around the house, even though the house was crowded with people everywhere. He took her upstairs and hoped that his roommate wasn't using their room right now. "And here's my room." He opened the door and let her go in first, shutting the door behind him and leaning against it.

"Nice." Sam shrugged. "A little messy, but…"

"That's because of my roommate." Alex insisted. "I'm always telling him to put away his things, but he never listens."

"I have the same problem with my roommate sometimes too." Sam replied, feeling slightly lightheaded. "Mind if I sit down?" She pointed to the bed.

"No, go ahead." Alex grinned.

"Thanks." Sam smiled, taking a seat. While they were dancing she had felt great, but now she was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol.

He sat next to her and waited a moment before leaning in to give her a soft kiss. "You're beautiful, you know that?"

She looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights. It had been a really long time since a guy told her that she was beautiful and it felt nice.

He stroked her face gently before leaning in and kissing her again. Only this time it wasn't a soft kiss. It was hard and forceful.

She soon found herself being pinned on the bed with his body on top of hers. His hands started roaming around her body, fondling and stroking places that she didn't want touched. She may be inebriated, but she knew what he was trying to do. And she wasn't going to passively give in. "Alex, please don't."

"What's the matter?" He asked in between kisses.

"I don't want to do this." She told him.

"It'll be fun. I promise." Alex told her as he lifted her shirt up to reveal her bra.

"I don't care." She raised her voice. "I don't want to." She started hitting his back in an attempt to get him to stop, but it only made him mad.

He grabbed both of her wrists and held them in place. "Look, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. It's entirely up to you."

"I don't want to do this at all." She told him, unable to keep a few tears from falling.

"Too bad." Alex told her, letting go of her wrists and pushing up her skirt.

"Help!" Sam screamed at the top of her lungs. "Help me! Somebody!"

"The music's too loud, Sammy. No one's going to hear you." Alex told her as he started kissing her neck.

Sammy. He called her Sammy. That one name was enough to send shivers down her spine and bring a chill to her heart. She hated being called Sammy because it always reminded her of her step-father. He'd always call her Sammy before he…No, she wasn't going to let this guy win.

"Help me!" She yelled, praying that someone would hear her voice above the loud music. "Help!"

"Keep quiet!" Alex commanded, slapping her in the face. Then he pulled out a small knife from his pocket. "Or else."

The slap stung and she rubbed her cheek. When she saw the knife, she was shocked into silence.

Martin had been walking back to his room to escape the people at the party. Even though he had joined the fraternity with the reputation of partying frequently, he wasn't really a party guy. He only joined this one because that's the one his father and grandfather belonged to when they were in college.

On his way back to his room he passed by Alex and Kevin's room and thought he heard a woman screaming. At first he thought he was just hearing things. After all, the music was loud and maybe his ears were playing some kind of trick on him. But he had to make sure. So he stayed by Alex and Kevin's room, pressing his ear to the door to make sure that everything was ok. That's when he heard the screaming again.

It sounded like a woman saying, 'Help! Help me! Somebody!' He briefly wondered if barging into a room at a party like this was a good idea. After all, a lot of people used the upstairs rooms as places for fornication. But that thought was pushed out of his brain when he thought back to the desperation that he heard in the woman's voice.

He opened the door just in time to see Alex pull the knife out of his pocket and threaten the woman he had pinned on the bed with it. "What are you doing?" Martin asked looking at Alex and then at the frightened woman Alex had with him.

"Nothing man." Alex shrugged, putting the knife back in his pocket. "We were just having some fun together."

"Doesn't look like she's having much fun." Martin pointed out.

"She is." Alex insisted, stroking Sam's face. But she turned away from his touch.

"Are you?" Martin asked the beautiful blonde.

Sam looked over at the man who had answered her cry for help, trying to evaluate whether or not he was someone she could trust. He had big, blue eyes and when he looked at her she felt like he genuinely cared about making sure she was ok. She shook her head and whispered, "no, I'm not."

"Ok." He nodded. "So you heard the lady. She's not having fun. Maybe you should stop."

"Fitzgerald, I don't need you sticking your nose in my business." Alex complained. "You don't have any right being in here. Why don't you just leave?"

"Why? So you can rape her?" Martin asked. "I don't think so."

Alex rolled his eyes. "Always the boy scout, aren't you? Ready to help anyone in need. Well we don't need your help."

"I disagree." There was no way that he was going to leave and just stand by while Alex terrorized this woman. It just wasn't going to happen. He couldn't let it happen. Although he didn't know her, he wasn't going to let Alex hurt her. Martin approached the bed and reached out for the woman's hand. "C'mon. Let's get you out of here."

"I said we don't need your help!" Alex yelled, pulling out the knife and swinging it at Martin.

Martin moved out of the way of the knife and kept dodging Alex's attacks. After about the tenth time that Alex tried to stab him, Martin was able to kick the knife out of Alex's hand. They soon began fighting hand-to-hand combat style, with Martin landing more punches than Alex.

A crowd had gathered in the room and in the hallway, eagerly awaiting to see who was going to win the fight.

"What's going on in here?" Nathan, the president of the fraternity asked as he stepped in between Martin and Alex.

"Alex was trying to rape a girl and he pulled a knife on me when I tried to stop him." Martin explained.

Nathan looked over at Alex with disgust. "Is that true?"

"No!" Alex lied. "Look around! Does it even look like I have a girl in here? I wouldn't do something like that."

Martin looked around and couldn't find the blonde. She must have left as soon as Alex got up from the bed. Of course he couldn't blame her for leaving so soon, but now no one knew who she was. "She already left, but she was here and he was going to rape her. I don't think he should be a part of this fraternity anymore."

Nathan sighed. He wanted to believe Martin because Martin had never lied to him before. "I want to believe you Martin, I really do. But without the girl, there's no proof. And without proof, we can't kick Alex out of the fraternity."

Martin sighed. He knew that Nathan was right. So he'd just have to find the blonde, whoever she was.