"Oh, my God, Sam." Was all Danny could say at what he saw next, tears sliding down his cheeks. Sam's eyes were both free of eyeliner, but only one was its normal color. The other one had a dark, angry bruise over it, as did the left half of her lips. Her right cheek, no longer covered in the babushka, had four circular scars in it, also surrounded by a large bruise.

"You were right, Danny. Go on, you can say it; 'I told you so.'"

"Sam, I-" Danny placed his hand on her shoulder, causing her to wince in pain. He moved her hair aside, revealing yet another bruise. "Sam, please stand up." She did so, completely bare, revealing dozens of bruises. She also showed him her wrists, which had hideous red rings circling them. "Turn around." She showed him her back revealing more bruises, and some long, narrow scars, giving her back a tiger-striped appearance. "Sam," Danny said, "pack your things, we're going to the hospital. I left a note for your parents."

"Don't bother; they're off in Europe all this month with Grandma."

Danny threw away the note. Giving Sam a piggyback ride so he wouldn't hurt her, Danny flew her to the local hospital, checking her in. She explained along the way about the scars on her back, how Nick had tied her by the wrists to a coat rack and proceeded to whip her with the buckle end of his belt before releasing her, throwing her onto his bed and anally raping her. Tears started rolling down her cheeks as she was recounting the events, the mind wracking pain she was in.

"It'll be ok, Sam, the nightmare's over." He said as they landed. Taking her chin in his hands, he drew her face to his, kissing her on the right half of her lips, taking great care not to touch any sensitive areas. "I'll call the cops on him tomorrow, then you can stay at my place until your parents come home, if my parents will let you. They probably will, though."

"Thanks."

"Mr. Fenton, visiting hours are over."

"Very well. See you later, Sam." He turned and gave Sam a light hug. A few minutes later, the room grew very cold. "How's this for later?"

Sam gave a very weak grin. "Danny?"

"C'est moi. I'm gonna stay by your side all night."

"No, Danny, go home."

"I can't. I want to be sure you're safe."

Around midnight, Sam woke to the sound of footsteps in the room.

"There you are, you little skank."

"Nick." Sam said, her voice stiff with fear.

"It's me, baby. You don't look very happy to see me."

"I-I am. I'm very happy to see you." She said as she plastered another fake smile across her face, revealing two missing teeth.

"You're lying. You know what happens to liars, dontcha? Liars get punished." He said, Sam cowering in fear as he raised a fist, spikes on his gloved knuckles. He was about to strike her when, all of a sudden, he felt himself being pulled backwards by some invisible force.

"Sam, grab my cell!" Danny said, Nick in a full nelson, as Sam grabbed Danny's cell phone and dialed the Amity Park Police Department. Nick Brownstone was arrested that night for two counts of breaking and entering, having broken into Sam's room, where he found the note Danny had intended for Thurston and Lydia Manson, one count disturbance of the peace, and one count physical abuse. Danny contacted Sam's parents, letting them know that Nick had been arrested.

Even though she was grounded for a month for seeing Nick, Sam forgave Danny for contacting them, knowing that he only had her best interests at heart. She only had to stay one night at the hospital. As soon as she was released, Danny let her borrow his room until her parents came home. Sam's parents took care to give her the best recovery money can buy, including a year and a half of therapy, which Sam completed successfully.

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I know, not the best ending, but I just kind of wrote this on the fly. I hope you enjoyed it. Please R & R!