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At mid-afternoon, Sam stepped out into the schoolyard. His eyes clouded when he thought about what had happened. Why had he given? He could easily take her. Why did he always get so afraid? What was wrong with him? I---I can't take it. I gotta tell Dad, Sam thought to himself. Then, No! I---I can't! If he knew---if I tell---Sam didn't want to think about what would happen. There'd be yelling, Dad would accuse him of being weak, that no son of his would let a mere slip of a woman get the best of him. And he'd be right. There was no way that Miss Thompson should ever get the upperhand. And yet, she always did. Sam blew out a heavy breath and kicked at the ground. He just didn't know what to do. Without a word, he took out his lunch and began eating. The sandwich tasted like sawdust. Sam's stomach clenched. Dang! He was so weak! If Dad or Dean could see him now, he'd never hear the end of it. Without warning, everything came rushing back. Sam was dragged towards the desk.

"No. No. Please, don't," Sam begged, as she trapped him against it. She shushed him by putting a finger on his lips.

"Sammy," she whispered, placing a hand inside his shirt and kissing him. He began to sob.

"Sssssssh," she said, leaning closer. Sam panted and tried to push her away, but he was unable to get the momentum to do so. She let a hand travel down his side until they were at the top of his jeans.

"No," he told her.

"Sammy, don't fight me," she warned him.

"Please. Not again," he implored. She kissed him again. As she did so, she glanced at the clock. Seeing that it was almost time for her next class, she released him.

"I'll see you after school, Sammy," she whispered seductively. His throat muscles constricted. Sam jumped when he felt someone's hand on his shoulder.

"No!" he cried.

"Samuel, are you all right?" a voice queried. Sam turned around to see Kurt Simpson, the janitor.

"Uh...yeah. I'm all right," he answered. "I...just...got lost in thought," he lied.

"Well, the bell has rung, and I think you're late for your next class," the janitor responded.

"Yes, I am," Sam realized. Then, he headed back inside. However, instead of his next class, Sam headed for the men's room, which was thankfully empty. Once inside, he put his hands on his head and ran his fingers through his hair. He didn't know what to do. He just---he couldn't deal with this! He couldn't. He just couldn't.

"Sammy. Sammy. Sammy," Miss Thompson moaned blissfully. Sam moaned. He kicked the wall. As visions of the abuse continued, Sam became frantic and continued kicking the wall. No! No! No! No! NO! his mind screamed. Then, he sank to the ground and sobbed.