Okay. So. For the record and for easier storytelling purposes, Sam's official last name is Pierce. Nothing significant about it, I just didn't want to keep on saying "Sam's mom," "Sam's mom," "Sam's mom," over and over again. Please keep reviewing, it makes me sad that the number of reviews continuously dwindles with each chapter. But thank you very much to those who are kind enough to drop me one, I greatly enjoy reading whatcha guys gotta say. So enjoy this chapter, sorry it took so long. I just wanted to get it kind of...right...you know?

Jay called Sam's house as soon as he got to the motel. He just needed to make sure she was okay, to make sure she got out of there before anything serious went down.

He kicked the bed in a sudden burst of anger. The best moment of his life had been ruined by his dad. Why did he always have to screw everything up? Plus he had dragged Sam into it. Jay was not going to forgive him this time.

Jay surfaced from his thoughts when she picked up.

"Hello?"

"Sam? It's me."

"Oh my God, are you okay? I never should've left you there, your dad could've killed you!"

"Don't worry, it's not your fault," he replied in as calm and soothing of a voice as he could muster. "I never should have brought you over in the first place. My parents are unpredictable, I should have known my dad would come home early for more booze or money."

"Hey," Sam interrupted in an even more soothing voice. "None of this is your fault, Jay. This is all on your parents. Don't blame yourself."

Jay's eyes went to the floor, though there were no eyes to avert. "I guess."

After a moment of silence Sam spoke again. "Hey, do you want me to come over?"

"It's up to you. Do you really still want to be with me after my dad called you a slut?"

"We don't know that for sure," she argued in a sarcastic tone. "He could be talking about some girl you have on the side."

Jay couldn't make himself laugh at that one. "If you want to come over, you can. I'd like that," he added without thinking. He could see her blush in his mind.

As he hung up, he couldn't help but ask himself how someone could have feelings for him at this point. He realized how amazing Sam was with understanding everything that happened. He wasn't sure if anything would make her leave at this point.

As soon as he opened the door Sam's arms wrapped around him and her mouth pushed against his. Though he loved it, he was taken off-guard.

"Whoa, Sam, what's going on?" he asked her as she moved them toward the bed. His legs folded when they hit the edge and soon he was lying in the middle of it.

"I thought we'd pick up where we left off." Jay couldn't argue with that. Now was his chance to take back something his dad had robbed him of.

Jay turned over so that he was on top of Sam. He couldn't stop himself from pushing up her shirt ever so slightly as they languidly kissed. He knew he wanted her. He would do everything he could to get her.

He began fingering the buttons of her jeans but she put her hand on his and brought it up to her stomach. He took her gesture the wrong way and slid his hand into her shirt, dragging it along her side and abdomen. She twisted away, but he thought she was just reacting to pleasure. Jay took his shirt off as he had seen men do in the movies and pressed himself against her, both hands now at her sides, inside her shirt.

Sam began to squirm and she gently pushed him away. "I'm sorry, Jay, I don't want to go that far."

"But I thought you liked me," he said, going in for another kiss. She drew away from it.

"I do, but we're just starting out. I don't want to sleep with you on the first day that we get together."

Jay stayed silent for a moment, but he didn't break eye contact. Suddenly he spoke. "You don't really care about me."

"What?" she asked incredulously. "Of course I do."

"No, you don't. You've just been playing me to amuse yourself."

Sam could feel her eyes tearing up. "What are you talking about? I have feelings for you, I really do. I just want to take it slow."

Jay let out a laugh, one that didn't quite sound right. "Yeah, right. You don't have to lie to me. You don't want a screw-up with a non-existant family for a boyfriend.."

"That's not--"

Jay interrupted her, rising to his feet. "It's okay. You don't have to explain to me, I get it."

"Jay!" Sam interjected pleadingly. She also rose from the bed and tried to hug him, to kiss him, to do anything, but he pushed her away.

"Get out," he growled, coldy glaring at her. When she didn't move, he watched as his right hand whipped across her face, releasing a few tears and a cry from Sam. She ran from the room, slamming the door as she exited.

Jay stared at the back of the door for a long time. How had that happened? One minute they were kissing, the next he was hurting her. What was wrong with him? He kicked the bed again, knocking the mattress to the side so a few inches were hanging off of the box spring. He ripped open the sheets and collapsed on the bed, squeezing his eyes shut. He was hurting the one person he cared about, selling drugs and using violence to blow off steam.

He was turning into his dad.

Sam thought long and hard as she sat in the back of the cab. As hurt as she was about what Jay had said, something in the back of her mind told her that something was wrong, that he wasn't himself. As she thought about his violent outbursts and harsh words, and how they seemed to come in waves, she remembered something she had seen on television. It had been a commercial for a medication that treated bipolar disorders. The symptoms that the doctor had listed during the advertisement seemed to fit Jay's.

She needed to get him help.

"I was wondering if you could tell me about bipolar disorders."

Sam had immediately gone to her mother with her suspicions. Mrs. Pierce was a psychologist and had been for ten years, and she was also the one person Sam thought she could talk to about it.

Mrs. Pierce removed her glasses and set them on the kitchen table. "Well, the disorder itself is when one has sudden, dramatic mood swings, oftentimes involving violence. It is usually caused by unstable living situations or authorities, such as abusive or substance-abusing parents, and also drugs."

Though Mrs. Pierce continued explaining the disorder, Sam had heard enough. As soon as there was a pause in her mother's sentence she stopped her.

"Thanks, mom. I don't need to hear anymore."

Her mother peered into her eyes with the slightest hint of suspicion visible. "Sam, why did you ask?"

Sam's gaze went to the floor. She hadn't really wanted to tell anyone what she thought yet, or for her mom to catch on that there was something more so quickly.

"Sam? If something's wrong, you should tell me."

She hesitated. "I think--I think my friend is bipolar." She waited for her mother's reaction, not looking away from the floor.

"Have you spoken to your friend's parents about this?"

"They're not those kinds of parents."

"I see."

Sam waited a beat. "What should I do?"

Mrs. Pierce thought for a moment. "Well, I might suggest you try to talk to him, and if that doesn't work, I can arrange for him, as a professional psychologist, to start seeing a therapist."

"But what about his parents? Won't you need their permission?"

"Not if it is my professional opinion that your friend needs help."

Sam sighed nervously. "I think I'm going to call him."

Her mother gave her a small nod and rose, exiting the room to give Sam some privacy. Sam dialed Jay's cellphone number with slightly trembling fingers, not knowing what to expect from the other end. Her heart raced faster with each ring. She wondered what she was going to say to him. I forgive you for sticking your hands up my shirt, slapping me and throwing me out of your motel room, because I think you're bipolar. My mom is going to set you up with a therapist so you can get better and not hurt people anymore so then we can be together. Sound good?

So I hope you liked it. If you think I'm taking the story in the completely wrong direction, let me know and I can always branch off with a different version. The next chapter will most definitely go back to Alex and Paige because I miss them. Please times a million and one review because those are what I thrive on as a writer. Even if you don't like it at all, I don't care, just tell me! Suggest stuff! Give me a cyber slap in the face because it was so horrible! On the other hand, if you thought it was a great chapter, tell me that too. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside when people say nice things.

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