Chapter 5: Need You Now
"Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor. Reaching for the phone 'cause, I can't fight it anymore. And I wonder if I ever cross your mind. For me it happens all the time."
Soft knocking brought Sam out of her depressed thoughts. She turned the music on her phone down as she got up from her spot on the floor. Thankfully the door had a peephole for Sam to peer out of. It was Haruhi.
"Sam," Haruhi softly called out. "Dinner's ready."
"I'm not hungry," Sam grumbled as she laid her forehead against the wooden door.
"Are you okay," the brunette asked.
"Not currently," she replied quietly.
"Need me to come in so you can talk about it," Haruhi offered.
"That's okay, Haru. Go enjoy dinner. I'll be fine, I promise."
"Alright. But if anything changes, please come find me."
"I will. Thanks sis." Sam replied, before returning to her spot on the floor.
Why did Tamaki have to be so dense? Yes, it was probably just the way that he was raised. However, that was no excuse for being sexist. Sam could do anything a man could do! She had to be tough and strong if she wanted to keep up with her dad and brother. She was an independent woman!
This whole thing was stupid! She knows she could hold her own. When she was little her brother and his friends would always pick on her. They'd sit on her or hold her down while trying to give her a Wet Willie or stick worms up her nose. Back then she would be able to squirm her way out of the grip of 5 boys. Why couldn't she do the same now that she was much bigger? Granted, the whole situation had been much scarier than the worm incident. Falling off a cliff wasn't what had scared her. Being sexually assaulted did. Thankfully the boys came when they did.
Sam had only kissed a boy once in her whole life, and it was only because he was dared to. She had never had sex. Not that she wasn't intrigued by the idea. It's just that a situation like this one had ever come up before. Males didn't really see her in that light very much since she was basically one of the boys. Apart from the female host guests, no one has really seen her in such a light. Tamaki might be the only boy who has, and for all Sam knows it could just be a part of his act!
She can for sure cross Tamaki off the list of her admirers. She had slapped the poor boy for God Sake! Sure, he did have it coming, but she could have held her anger in. Haruhi would have handled the situation with a calm mature presence. Ugh, why did she have to screw everything up?
Time must have flown by because it was now entirely dark in her room. She only noticed this because a crack of light flooded the room when the door had opened. Everyone's favorite shadow king popped his head through the door's crack. His eyes fell onto Sam's pathetic body on the floor.
"Samantha, I came to check on you since you missed dinner," Kyoya spoke as he entered the room and shut the door behind him.
Sam found it weird that he didn't make an effort to turn any lights on. She moved herself from the floor to the bed, so they can both sit down and have a proper conversation. Kyoya never sat down though. He just stood before her with his arms crossed. He was upset with her.
"Do you know how much trouble you've caused," his voice spoke like ice.
"I didn't start any of that! Those three drunkards did," Samantha frowned.
"It was hard to stop Hikaru and Kaoru from trying to beat those punks half-to-death. Also, there was the trouble I went to sending bouquets to the girls by way of apology. They had all been looking forward to coming along on this trip."
"I'll pay for the stupid flowers myself, then," Sam crossed her arms, upset.
"Those bouquets cost 50,000 yen per person so it comes to 600,000 yen," Kyoya spoke quiet and dangerously.
The look he was giving Sam as he approached her made her heart pound. Her stomach dropped when he leaned down to her eye level. She didn't like this at all.
"If you want, you could pay for the flowers with your body," he said while smirking.
"I'm SORRY!?" Sam blanched, thinking she heard him wrong.
She did not. Kyoya shoved her back onto the bed and crawled over her. He gripped her wrists and pinned her down. Sam struggled with all of her might. This was not Kyoya. This was not her friend doing this to her especially after everything that had happened early. But it was her friend, and it was happening again. Sam wouldn't lose this time. She let out a cry of struggle as she began to jerk her body around. She tried to use her legs to kick him, but his thighs had her trapped.
Sam had to get away somehow. Without thinking much about it, she knocked her head against Kyoya's, hard. This surprised and dazed the man. Regardless of her new headache, Sam managed to free an arm and elbow him in the face. Kyoya rolled over with a soft groan and held his nose. Sam took this opportunity to bolt it towards the door. She threw it open and sprinted out and into the arms of her friends. They all looked confused at Sam's terrified, tear streaked face.
"We heard you yell. What happened," Tamaki asked worried.
Just then Kyoya walked out of the darkened room holding a bloody nose. He stood there and stared at his blonde best friend.
"I believe you owe this woman an apology, Tamaki. She certainly can protect herself," Kyoya said before starting to walk away.
"Wait!" Sam yelled which stopped the boy in his tracks.
She was pissed! This was all just a trick to prove that Tamaki was wrong. A very VERY small part of Sam was grateful that Kyoya wanted to help show she was capable of being a strong girl. HOWEVER, he did not go about it in a good way. Sam stormed up to him and glared fiercely.
"That was all just a fucking trick," Sam growled quietly at the man, so the others couldn't hear.
"I'm sorry for what you just went through. You wanted to prove yourself, and you did just that. Congratulations."
"Friends don't pull that shit on one another, no matter what. Things will never be the same between us. You're going to have to pull a goddamn miracle for me to trust, or even like you again," she informed him before stalking away.
She shoved past all of her friends and made her way towards the foyer. Anxiety took over and she needed to get out of that house. Sam ran out the front door and down the stairs. The sky was dark and angry. Rain was coming down in buckets and the wind almost blew the girl over. She didn't care and just kept running. She needed somewhere to just breathe.
Her feet took her back to the beach. It wasn't as beautiful as it was earlier. The sand was dark like clay, and the ocean was a large body of black water. The waves in the distance were big which forced it to crash hard onto the shore. Sam was a safe distance away, and out of any real danger. She was soaked to the bone as she stood and watched the storm roll through while being in the midst of it. The weather reflected her exact feelings, and she didn't know if the water pouring down her face was the rain or tears.
It wasn't until a bolt of lightning followed by some thunder brought her from her self-pity. Haruhi is terrified of thunder. Sam knew it was storming badly and just up and left her. Guilt flooded the girl as she thought of her younger host sister. How selfish she had been. She better head back to check on Haruhi.
Sam began to walk back to the beach house. She could hardly see her own hand in front of her face, let alone hear anything. Once she stood in front of the house she could have sworn she heard someone calling her name. She looked to her left to see something sprinting towards her. A gasp escaped her as she was pulled into a cold, wet, hug. Sam pushed the person back to see their face. Surprise shook her as she saw a very soaked Tamaki before her.
"Tamaki, what are you doing," Samantha spoke loudly so she could be heard over the storm.
"Why do you keep doing this to me," Tamaki shouted.
"What are you talking about," she yelled back, confused.
He gently pushed the soaked hair back from her face, and cupped a hand on each of her cheeks. He placed his forehead against hers. She wasn't sure if he was shaking because of the cold or the conversation they were having.
"You keep putting yourself in danger! You are making me constantly worry so much that my chest is tight and painful. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to you," he confessed.
Sam didn't know what to say. Was he being genuine? He had to be! No one would run after someone into a huge storm for just an act. He really did care about her.
"Tamaki," Sam breathed. "I'm sorry for worrying you."
Tamaki raised his head away from hers slightly to look her in the eyes. He gave her a soft smile.
"I forgive you," he gently spoke.
They continued staring at each other until Sam noticed Tamaki start to slowly move back in towards her. Oh my God. Was he going to do it? Was he going to kiss her? Sam's heart raced as she closed her eyes with anticipation. She could feel his warm breath on her as he went in. She could feel their lips just barely brush against one another, but were interrupted by a loud, sharp, voice.
"You dumbasses better get the hell inside, now!" Hikaru practically screamed from the doorway.
Needless to say, the other hosts were not happy about the two of them running out into a dangerous storm. As they were being lectured on their stupidity, Sam zoned out. Were they really about to kiss? Did this mean Tamaki actually liked her back? He had to care for her just a little bit for risking himself by going after her. She glanced over at the man in question to find that he was back to his normal happy self. He seemed so calm in explaining the situation. How could he be so calm about everything when Sam's heart was still racing?
Sam, of course, didn't realize it yet. But she was falling head over boots for this boy, bad!