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Dear Diary:

… I'm too traumatized to speak, true. But I can say this. Unfortunately, Tim Scam's touches and kisses only brought me …pleasure.

He said to be scared. I told him I wasn't frightened at all.

…

I was lying.

And he knew it.

Sam

"Let me go!"

"Never…"

Sam woke up with a jolt, her breath shallow and her sight blurry. Blinking, she slowly regained her sense of sight, and could see that she was in her room, her hair and her clothing a bit wet.

What?

She could have sworn that only a minute ago she was in the arms of Tim Scam, being ravished by her kisses.

Wait, what?

Sam looked around her, feeling her forehead for a temperature. She did feel a bit warm, but she ignored it and stood up.

She immediately regretted doing so, as dizziness came over her and she fell backwards onto the bed. She groaned, clutching her head in agony.

What happened?

She looked at her surroundings again.

Could it all have been a dream?

Slowly this time, she sat up, leaning her head against the headboard. She massaged her temple, trying to relieve the pounding in her head, yet it did not work.

Although it did bring back memories, of Scam touching her, holding her… kissing her…

No! It was a nightmare, that's all. It had to be…

Sam laid her head on the pillow, closing her eyes and wishing her headache away.

It was a nightmare. Nothing happened.

End of discussion.

She fell asleep.

Alex was crying when she heard the front door open. A familiar blonde walked in quickly, taking off her heels and shutting the door with a bang.

"Clover!" Alex cried out. The mentioned blonde looked up, a grim expression on her face. When she heard Alex, her lips tightened, yet she said nothing.

When she saw Alex though, that was a different story.

Tears were streaming down Alex's face, and she was trembling as she held a small piece of crumpled white paper in her hands. Clover, forgetting everything she just heard about her "rare Egyptian purse" and rushed towards Alex, who was sitting down on the couch.

"Alex, what's wrong?" Clover asked in a concerned voice. She placed her hand on Alex's trembling shoulder.

She hiccupped. "T-this note was on Sammie's door. I-I'm not sure w-who it's f-f-from… but…"

Clover furrowed her eyebrows as she took the note from Alex's hands and read over it.

Hello girls.

Your darling friend Samantha now belongs to me. I will give you only a few days to say goodbye to her. Then, I shall snatch her from your grasps…

Right under your noses.

Sincerely,

Your worst enemy: Sam's newest love

The paper slipped out of Clover's hands as she ran to Sam's room and tried the doorknob, Alex following her. She grunted as she found out the door was locked, but told Alex to move over and then kicked the door open.

There was Sam, lying in her bed, a bit soaked.

Alex ran over to Sam, trying to shake her awake, and Clover mimicking her actions.

"Sammie, are you okay?" Clover checked for a pulse, and found her heartbeat steady, and sighed. She told Alex and walked over to Sam's open window.

Clover narrowed her eyes when she saw muddy footprints on the window still that did not belong to any female being.

"Clover, I think Sam has a fever." Clover turned around to face Alex, whose hand was on Sam's forehead. "She's really hot."

Clover frowned, and nodded. "Get a thermometer, would you Alex?"

Alex agreed, and left the room. Clover turned around, scanned the footprint onto her X-powder, and shut the window to block out the pouring rain outside.

She turned around again and walked over to Sam, and touched her forehead. Immediately, she pulled her hand back, gasping at how hot it was.

"Sammie…" she whispered. "I'm sorry…"

She couldn't stand it. Guilt was eating away at her. Seeing Sam like this, sick and in danger, only made her feel terrible at how she treated her.

Sammie was right… I am a terrible friend. I should be the one in danger, not her. She doesn't deserve it…

I do.

Huh? Where was I?

In front of me was a large room, mahogany furniture, a baby-grand piano on the side, leather couches, and white carpeting. I heard a splash behind me, and I turned around to see a small boy, probably seven, dive into a large pool in the backyard. He came out of the water and smiled at me, and… I smiled back. His brown hair was plastered to his face, and his dark green eyes showed happiness and excitement.

What?

"Mommy! Mommy! Look what I made!"

A pretty little girl with light brown hair and vivid green eyes ran up to me. She clutched a piece of paper in her hand, her arms and hands covered with a variety of paint colors.

"Look mommy!" I couldn't help but let out another smile as she gleeful young girl, barely over the age of seven, showed me her painting of our house. My eyebrows rose.

Wait, did I say our house?

"This is so beautiful Annabelle." I heard myself say.

"You think so mommy?"

"Yea."

I looked the girl over, and then looked back at the boy. Even with their hair colors being a bit different, and their eyes being a different shade of green, I could tell the two were twins.

… Did she just call me mommy?

"Yay! I'm gonna show daddy when he gets home!"

I found myself laughing. "All right, just let him breathe this time."

Annabelle frowned. "But… I wouldn't be me unless I gave daddy my gigantic squeezable hugs!"

I burst out laughing. This girl was so cute!

"Did I say something bad mommy?"

There she goes with the mommy again. But… I can't break her little heart… I guess it wouldn't hurt to play along.

"No, no dear."

I heard the front door open, and Annabelle's eyes widened with excitement.

"Daddy's home!" She ran past me to the sliding glass doors behind me, where she called out to the little boy. "Archie! Archie! Daddy's home!"

The little boy grinned. "Yes!" He got out of the pool and ran to the glass door.

I got up. "Oh no you don't." I grabbed the towel lying on a chair and dried him off. "It may be summer, but I'm not taking any risks."

Why do I know this?

"But mom-"

"Don't but mom me. You're not immune to any sickness, especially colds."

"Okay mommy."

So I'm his mommy too huh? Well, that would make sense, considering the girl's calling me mommy, and they're twins so…

"Hey! Where's my welcome crew?" The two kids laughed as I finished drying of Archie and let him go. The two ran to their father.

Father? And they're calling me mom so…

Wait, I'm married?

"Samantha?" I smiled, but couldn't help feeling suspicious.

Where did I hear that voice before?

"I'm in here!" I called out.

"Go out and play, I'll be right back." He said, probably to the kids.

I stood up, walking to the entrance of the room, smiling like a giddy idiot.

And I couldn't stop.

"Where are you?" He called out playfully.

I rolled my eyes. At least this guy had some sense of humor.

I think.

"Turn around." I followed his orders, and faced away from the entrance. "Now close your eyes."

"Why?" I said, my eyes shut and my mouth in a grin.

"Because I said so. Now close your eyes."

I sighed, but couldn't help letting out a smile. "They're closed, they're closed. Now what is it?"

He wrapped his arms around me from behind and suddenly the smell of lilies and roses invaded my senses. I opened my eyes to find the gorgeous flowers before me, while my "husband" had his arms around me tightly.

I gasped. "They're beautiful. Thank you."

… I turned around to face my "husband".

I gasped and dropped the flowers in shock.

"Samantha, is something wrong?" He asked, grasping my wrists. I could not speak at all, instead I just stared into those familiar eyes of his…

"S-… S…" I couldn't even say his name.

Him? I'm married to him?

HIM?

"Samantha?" He asked in a soft voice. He cupped my cheek and held my close.

"Samantha? What's wrong?"

"I-…I…"

"Samantha?"

"Sammie?"

"Mommy? Mommy what's wrong?" I looked down at "my" children, yet I still could not move. His face, their faces only reminded my of him.

I stared back at him.

There it was; that evil glint in his eyes. But…

Was that compassion?

"Let me go." I whispered.

"Mommy what's wrong?"

I ignored the kids. My kids. His kids. The father of my kids was standing before me.

My… my husband.

Oh God…

"Sam?"

"Sam?"

"Mommy?"

"SAM!"

Sam woke up with a jolt, Alex and Clover shaking her to no end.

"Sammie! Are you okay?" Clover asked out of concern. Worry was evident in her friend's eyes.

Sam blinked. "W-what? Oh… I'm fine. Don't worry." She gave a fake smile to her friends, and sat up.

"Do you need anything? Water? More blankets?" Clover said quickly, her guilt consuming her by the minute.

Sam nodded, forgetting her fight with Clover. "No, no. I'll be fine."

Alex frowned. "You sure?"

Sam nodded again. "I'm fine. But um… can I get some more rest guys?"

"Oh yea sure." Alex and Clover stood up and walked out the door. Not a minute passed when Clover came back and said, "Remember Sammie, if you need anything, don't hesitate to call."

Sam smiled. "Okay."

The door closed and Sam frowned.

She didn't know why Clover and Alex were worried, but she appreciated it.

Slowly, she stood up, her dizziness gone, and walked over to the bathroom, intending on washing up. She shut the bathroom door and began washing her face.

Sam, in the process of finishing her bathroom activities, heard a click outside. She wiped off her hands and pressed her ear against the bathroom door, listening for sounds.

Sure enough, she heard footprints. Light ones, but they were there.

If I didn't have good hearing, I would never have picked that up.

She took a deep breath in and counted to three, opened the door and sent a kick towards the mysterious person in her room.

But, unfortunately for her, the intruder had quick reflexes, caught her leg, and threw her to the bed, climbing on top of her in less then a minute.

"Uh!" Sam cried out as she struggled underneath her attacker.

"So feisty aren't you Samantha?" whispered a husky voice.

Sam froze. She knew that voice.

"S-Scam?" She whispered out angrily (as much as she could while stuttering).

He let out a mocking laugh. "Of course. You didn't think I would leave you right after our… lovelylittle meeting did you?" He planted a kiss on her collarbone. "I don't do one-night stands Samantha…"

"Uh! Let me go!"

He sighed mockingly. "Sam, Sam, Sam. Did I not say this only a few hours ago?

"I have you here in my arms after so long… why ever would I let you go?"

"Because I don't like kissing insane homicidal freaks."

Scam's grip tightened. "Yes, that's why you were moaning every time I kissed you and touched you.

"You little liar."

Sam struggled even more as he brought his lips closer to her face, leaving small butterfly kisses upon her neck.

"I know how much you enjoy out secret rendezvous'. Don't try to hide it."

He let his tongue trace her jawbone.

"You know how much you crave my touch once I leave you begging for more…"

He nibbled on her ear, leaving Sam giving out a reluctant, soft moan.

He smirked.

"You're going to become a little slut at this rate, aren't you Samantha?"

She glared. "I am not a whore!

He let out a mocking laugh. "Says the girl moaning under me. But you're right Sam, I prefer to call you my lover. More romantic, dontcha think?"

"I am not your lover!"

"Sam! Are you okay in there?" Alex shouted from the opposite side of the door. Sam smirked, and Scam glared at the door.

"Get off me or I'll scream rape." Sam threatened. Scam only smirked.

"Yes, but when it comes to us Samantha dear, it's not rape. It's pure…" He gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. "Love-making…" He whispered.

"Uh! Get off!" Sam whispered angrily.

"Sam? Is everything all right?" She tried the doorknob. "Why did you lock the door?"

"Because we want our privacy." Scam muttered under his breath, and for some odd reason, Sam couldn't help but giggle at it.

He gave her another kiss on the lips before saying, "Don't worry Samantha. I'll be back in a few days, to get you…"

He moved to her ear. "Where no one, not Jerry, nor your friends, can bother us."

He disappeared as quickly as he came.

"SAM! OPEN THIS DOOR BEFORE I KNOCK IT DOWN!" cried Clover.

Sam rushed to the door, put on a fake smile, and unlocked it. "Sorry I was in the bathroom."

Should I tell them?

She ignored the voice in her head.

"Don't scare us like that Sammie!" Alex, Sam noticed, looked as if she was …

Crying?

She also noticed how she tightly clutched a small piece of paper in her hand.

She was about to question it, if it wasn't for Jerry who WOOHPED them through an air vent.

"JERRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

The three landed in (very) uncomfortable positions on the couch, and it took them a few minutes to recover before shifting out to regular sitting positions.

"Jerry, if I wasn't sad right now, I'd kill you!" Clover said, pointing and glaring at Jerry, who ignored it.

"Girls, I have unfortunate news." Jerry said, a grim smile forming upon his face. "Tim Scam… has escaped."

Clover and Alex gasped, but Sam kept quiet, keeping her head bowed down this whole time.

"How?" Alex asked, her eyes widened and a look of confusion plastered on her face.

"Apparently, he tricked a new guard, changed the code, and locked the guard in while he escaped in disguise."

"What does he want now? Revenge on us again?" said Clover.

I know…Sam thought in silence.He's after me.

And I think he's succeeding in getting me.

"Girls, you must be on alert."

Just use me as bait and you'll be fine.

Alex and Clover nodded.

"Are we going after him?"

"Not yet, no. He's lying dormant, and we are unaware of his latest plans. Once we figure it out, you shall be notified."

"Got it Jer."

…

"Unless you girls have more to say, I guess I shall say goodby-"

"Jerry wait!" Alex cried out before Jerry could WOOHP them out. She took out the crumpled piece of paper.

"I think you should see this."

Jerry furrowed his eyes in confusion, and motioned Alex to bring forward the note.

"It was on Sam's door."

Sam woke up from her thoughts and stared at Jerry, whose eyes widened while reading the note.

What's going on?

Dear Diary:

It doesn't matter what I do. I know, that even if I tell them about Scam, nothing will happen. He'll just hide when they look for him, come for me and steal me away, even though I'm under protection. So there's no point in telling them right?

Yea, that's the only reason I'm not telling them. I can lure Scam into a trap. But there's no point telling them.

I hope that's the only reason I'm keeping this a secret.

Sam

Preview:

"Sam. Do you have any idea who could have written this note?"

The mentioned girl let her eyes scanned the paper, reading its contents.

Well of course I know…

But should I even tell him that I do?

AN: Please review if you want more!

BTW: THE DREAM IDEA BELONGS TO cHiMer, who just plain rocks!

P.S. – The story I was telling you guys about, Twist of Fate by cHiMer, the one I'm co-writing? Yea. That also has some Scam/Sam in it… (I wrote that part, I should know) You KNOW you guys wanna read it.