Chapter Twenty

Sam was feeling better; she had covered up her arm, bandaging it after cleaning the wound. She peeked into Alex's room, he was sound asleep. Watching him for a while she resisted the urge to tuck him in, he looked so peaceful and she didn't want to wake him. Hearing someone banging on the door she headed down the stairs to answer it.

Opening the door slowly she sighed softly to herself when she saw Steve behind it. He barged on into the house without waiting for her to invite him in, and headed towards the kitchen. She shut the door and followed him, wondering what his reason was for being there.

The minute she entered the room he put his arms around her, pulling her as close to him as possible. Sam was overcome by the smell of alcohol from his breath, and clothes. He was clearly drunk, and that was never a good thing.

He touched her chin, raising her face so that she was looking up at him. She pushed him off as he bent down to kiss her.

"You're drunk," she said.

"Yeah, so?" He answered as he moved towards her once more.

"What do you want Steve?" Sam asked backing away from him as he came towards her until she felt the wall against her back.

"You," Steve replied taking advantage of the fact that she was trapped between the wall and him.

He took one more step forward so that he was right in front of her, and placed his two hands on the wall on either side of her. He leaned in and kissed her forcibly, the stench of beer turning Sam's stomach so much she thought she was going to hurl. She pushed against him; panic setting in the longer his mouth was locked with his. Even drunk he was too strong for her.

Steve paused for breath, leering at her with eyes that were slightly glazed. Sam took the chance and ducked out under one of his arms and ran out of the room towards the hall. She paused briefly at the front door, knowing that it was the only real way to escape from him. She couldn't leave, not with Alex in the house, and there was no way she'd have enough time to bring him with her. She could already hear Steve approaching. Running up the stairs she didn't stop until she reached her bedroom. At least there she could lock the door, he'd give up soon enough, he always did.

Once in the room she turned to close the door but it was too late, Steve was already there. He had her wrist in his grasp before she knew what had happened.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? I thought we were 'dating' again, and now you, all of a sudden, don't want to know?" His grip on her wrist tightened as he yelled at her.

"Steve, sex doesn't equal a relationship; you never did grasp that concept." Her voice was strong and clear. She had learned a long time ago how to sound in control when she so clearly wasn't. The last thing she wanted was for Steve to know just how scared she was.

"Whatever! We were having fun."

"You were having fun." Sam muttered.

Steve pulled on her wrist, hard enough to send her stumbling in his direction, his body the only thing stopping her from falling down. With his other hand he yanked her head up so that she was looking right at him. He leaned down right into her, so their foreheads were touching.

"And just what is that supposed to mean?" He asked gruffly, his tone of his voice suggesting everything that he was willing to do to teach her a lesson.

Sam didn't answer, sometimes not speaking was more important than getting the last word.

"FINE!" He yelled after staring at her for a few moments waiting for her reply. "I'll show you a good time, you ungrateful bitch!"

He yanked on her wrist, pulling her across the room, dragging her over to where the bed was before flinging her onto it. Sam lay there, terrified, unable to think, to move. The sound of a him undoing his zipper brought her back to her senses. She had to get away, had to try to escape.

Steve laughed at the sight of her trying to quietly drop off the bed and flee. He was on top of her, pinning her to the floor before she could try to stop him; her head banging off the ground with a loud thud.

"Did you really think I'd let you get away that easily?" He sneered.

Sam just gulped; she had never seen Steve like this before. Sure he had been violent, but never this bad, never this vindictive. For the first time she was petrified, knowing what he was planning to do and being unable to stop it from happening.

He had her hands held tightly in hers, his body crushing her so that she couldn't move. There was nothing she could do. She struggled against him throughout the whole ordeal. Her movements and her yells didn't deter him; he kept on going, not stopping until he was done.

When he was finished, he quickly got up and zipped himself up. He bent back down to her once more before leaving, kissing her on the forehead before whispering in her eye.

"See? Wasn't that fun?"

Sam couldn't hear him leaving; she could only hope that he had left the house. She stayed where she was, not moving as the realisation of what happened sank in. Tears started flowing down her face as she lay where he left her.