I was kind of giving up on this story, because it seemed to go nowhere and I couldn't do anything with it. But then I went to fictionpress and read some stories, which inspired me to continue. It isn't going to be a Las Vegas fic, but a Sam/Mary/Danny fic. Drama, drama and drama. Keep on R&R please.
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Mary's apartment

Mary found herself in a confused state of mind. Sam's been home for almost a week and she was keeping herself busy trying to convince everyone that she's fine, okay, great, etcetera. Mary knew that Sam was not sleeping though. Like she had not been sleeping herself. After what happened to Sam, Mary unwillingly started to think about her own experiences.

I know that I should talk about it to someone. But I can't. Danny is the only one who knows, and I don't want him to worry about me. I can see in his eyes that he is concerned about Sam's well-being. I know he wants to be there for her, and protect her like he's protected me, but Sam won't let him in. She won't let any of us in. What should I do?

Mary sat down on her sofa and rested her head in her hands, contemplating.

Sam's suite/home

Sam had just taken a shower. Her skin was still red from the scrubbing. Again, she had not managed to scrub him off. Sam wanted to avoid her reflection in the mirror, but could not.

God, I look like shit.

One could easily tell she hadn't slept in a week. One could tell someone had kicked her ass pretty badly. The bruises on her shoulders had turned from purple and blue to yellow and green.

Yuk.

Her cheek was not swollen anymore, but also brightly coloured. And her ribs still hurt. He had nearly broken them when he kicked her unconscious. A flashback. Sam tried to put the horrible image of his vicious smile away. With trembling hands she grabbed the foundation and attempted to apply it on her face.

No. Not again...

Sam dropped the foundation in the sink and looked for support. Leaning on the sink with both hands, she threw her head back. Suddenly feeling so tired and so weak, the muscles in her legs started trembling, trying to keep her on her feet. Another one of these strange 'attacks' she's been having since she came home.

Don't cry, don't cry on me now...

But when one sob escaped, Sam surrendered and sank to the floor.

That is when Mary knocked on her door.

"Sam?"

No answer.

"Sam? It's Mary!"

On the bathroom floor Sam heard the sweet voice of her friend. Still sobbing, she thought:

I can't put up with this anymore. I need to talk to Mary. I need to ask her why I feel so miserable. I need to ask her why he didn't stop. I need to ask her why I got into that limo. I need to ask her why I can't have anyone touching me, not even Danny, and he's so sweet to me. I need to ask her why he took my trust away. I need to ask her why I can't get him off of me. I need to ask her why I can't sleep, and keep having these flashbacks. I need to ask her why.
I need to talk to Mary. Yeah, I need to talk to her.

Sam scrambled herself on her feet, put on a robe and walked towards the door. She started unlocking the three extra locks she had asked Danny to place when she had come home from the hospital.

"Sam, are you alright, honey?"

Sam opened the door so Mary could get in and walked towards her king sized bed, her head down. Mary closed the door and followed her. She could tell from Sam's body language that she was upset. Mary sat down next to her friend on the bed and gently squeezed Sam's hand, which rested in her lap.

"Sam, I know you're not doing well," Mary started to say.

For a moment it was quiet. Mary just held Sam's hand and stroke her hair like a little girl.

"You're not alone, Sam. We can get you through this together. I know how you feel, I really do."

"Will you tell me about it?" Sam cried quietly.

"Okay. I'll tell you about it. It's not the same situation as you were in though."

Sam scooped closer to Mary and the two women held hands.

"The man that raped me, was my own father," said Mary. This was the first time she talked about in years. Frankly, only Danny and his father knew about it. But as hard as it was for Mary, she wanted to share this with Sam, so they could help each other.

"Oh god, Mary! I didn't know that! I'm so sorry!"

Mary slightly looked away and smiled nervously.

"Yeah...well, no one really knows. Except for Danny of course. And now you know."

"You didn't have to tell me, Mare," Sam said as Mary squeezed her hand hard. Mary realised it and quickly relaxed her hand.

"I know. But I wanted to. I hoped that it would make it easier for you to talk about...you know."

Now it was Sam's turn to nervously look away.

"You mean, get it all out?"

"Get it all out, and feel better afterwards." Mary rested her hand on Sam's shoulder and looked her in the eye.

"Okay, so I got in the limo..."