Samantha's POV

'Samantha… strip now…' He ordered with his arms closed.

'What?'

'I said… Strip now…' He repeated forcefully this time. I decided to obey, this could be to no good if I don't obey. I was angry at myself for doing this…. But the alternative?... I slid my hand in my side pocket and gripped tightly the cold piece of metal ready for me to use… but it wasn't the right time… as yet. 'That's it…' He said again as he came forward and hit me straight across my face. His action made me fall on my back, and I knew that this was the time. He came on top of me, and in the flick of a moment I flicked the pocket knife and slid in into his sides. 'ARGH! SHIT!' He pulled on top of me, and I quickly stood up.

'You think that you can control me or any other girl? What you did to me is unforgivable Jared, and I'm not doing anything that will jeopardize me or Jennifer. No, I'm not that pathetic little girl anymore, and if you try to contact me or Jennifer… you know what awaits you…'

'You didn't kill me…' He said again as he pulled the knife out and held his side. 'You…'

'That's true… and that's because I'm not a killer. I'm warning you Jared… approach me again, and this time you will pay… Jennifer knows everything. She will kick your ass if you approach her, and she has left some broken bones to others. Do Not Mess With Us Jared. You will pay.' I replied as I exited his office and made my way out, running for my life. I was shaking… at what I did. I never thought I could actually do it… but it didn't matter… nothing mattered anymore… I did it… and there's no turning back now.

Jared's POV

'That fucking bitch… just like her father…' I stood up and moved forward to the desk. The pain was radiating but the blood wasn't alarmingly gushing out… but I needed help. My mother taught me better than this. I had to know better than this… It's humiliating that a 16 year old girl beat me like this. But she is going to pay for this one way or another…

I grabbed my phone flipping it open and quickly dialed my mother. She always knew how to handle these things. This wasn't the first time that happened into her club…

'Yeah...' She picked up.

'Hey mum…' I said through gritted teeth.

'Jared? You haven't called in a month. What do you need?'

'I'm in town mum… and… I'm in trouble…' I admitted as I pressed a cloth to my side. '…and I may need a hospital…'

'Hospital? Where are you Jared? And What the fuck have you gotten into now?'

'I'll explain… I'm at W .Whelan Diner' I replied as I lay down on the couch. She truly did it this time.

'Jared… I'm on my way… Is it a repeat…'

'…of room 324? Yes mother it is…' I am ashamed to admit it. But shit just happens.

'You idiot! I'll be there in 10 minutes.'

Samantha's POV

I ran and ran, and never looked back, until my lungs burned with the need for oxygen. I slowed down till I ended up walking lightly, trying to hold off my tears. What did I just do? What if he reports me? What if I get in trouble? What if I dirty dad's reputation? What if… everything was overcrowding my mind. I was glad at first that I finally stood up for myself… but at what cost? What if I killed him? What if I get under trial?

Theodore's POV

After driving Samantha to work, I decided to head to the library and check some books, but soon met with Christian, and as he needed a drive, I helped him out. He was always there whenever I needed a drive and my car failed on me. Wanting to build my own car without any experience or knowledge has its own disadvantageous and they are appealing, but whilst I was making my way back home, I saw Samantha lost in thoughts walking along the street. I followed her cautiously not wanting to scare her off, until she turned a corner and she disappeared. I quickly parked, and followed her, and there she was, on the floor with her knees tightly together to her chest. She seemed to be on a phone call.

'Yeah… no… I don't know Jen… I fucked up this time… What if… Shit! What did I just do?' She kept saying.

'Sam?' I called her.

'I'll call you later Jen…' She chocked as she flipped her phone and stood up immediately. 'What… What are you doing here Ted?'

'I should better ask you that Sam…' I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at her waiting for an answer, but my tough persona soon fell off when she started sobbing. 'Sam?' I asked concerned as I moved forward and hugged her tight to me. 'Sam honey… What is it?'

'I screwed up Teddy… I screwed up and I'm in trouble…' She said muffled into my chest.

'Sam… calm down…' I let go of the embrace and looked her straight in the eye. 'Look… let me tell you what… we'll go to the beach… and we talk there ok?' I asked her gently whilst she kept crying. 'Honey don't do that… crying won't solve anything…'

'I'm sorry… I'm so very sorry Theodore…'

'Shh…' I picked her up while she clung tightly to my neck. 'Let's go sis…' I smiled weakly.

Jared's POV

'Jared?' I heard mum calling.

'Up here mother…' I chocked within gritted teeth. The pain wasn't intolerable, but it wasn't a happy go lucky state either. She opened the door to my office and came looking at me with utter disbelief.

'For God's sake Jared! Don't you ever learn? If you want to do things, you should come to our business…' She started.

'This was personal mother…' I replied.

'Let me take a look…' She said again as she pulled off the cloth and inspected the wound. 'Who did this? And with what?' She asked astounded.

'What is it bad?'

'Not bad, but who did it has to be strong…'

'Strong? Are you serious?' I chuckled as I coughed. 'A 16 year old mother…'

'Are you crazy! I paid money to get you off that case…'

'It's the same girl…' I replied as she noticed the knife lying on my table. She took it in her hands and inspected it thoroughly.

'CG…'

'What?' I asked.

'CG…' She replied. 'Do you know where she got this from?'

'No…'

'What's her name?'

'Samantha…'

'Samantha who idiot?'

'Grey…'

'As in Grey Enterprises?'

'Yeah…' I replied. 'Why? Do you know them?'

'Her father…' She replied as she placed the knife in a plastic bag that she found in my drawer. She quickly grabbed her phone and dialed someone.

'What are you doing?'

'Calling Dr. Martin… He needs to take a look at that…' She replied as she kept looking at me. 'Hello… Yes… It's Elena Lincoln… I may need your services again Dr. Martin...' She started. 'Meet me in 15 minutes at W. Whelan Diner… Good… Thanks Dr. Martin.'

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