"And I wouldn't be the strong woman that you've told me that I am, Lucky. I really never imagined that I would be alive ever since whoever hit me," Sam admitted with teary eyes, looking down. "I just hate that the text message killer almost... killed me." Sam remembered that day so well when he didn't believe her. "I sometimes wonder if people would even miss me if I wasn't around..."
That day that the text message killer attacked her flashed back into his mind. He had been so angry with her that he had convinced himself she was still conning him. He regretted not believing her. "I'm sorry that you had to go through that, but you made it out alive because you're so strong. You saved yourself and I'm glad you did, because yes I would miss you if you were gone. And so would Alexis and Kristina," he told her sincerely. His eyes looked affectionately into hers.
Wiping away the tears from her eyes as she was thinking too much of that night where she had almost been strangled to dead, she let out a shaky breath, almost like in a scared moment. "Have you guys found out who hit me?" Sam suddenly asked, allowing her fingers to run through her messy brown hair, looking down at the ground. "I just want to know if it was intentionally for me to get hit or if it was an accident."
Unfortunately, Lucky shook his head no. He wanted to find out who hit her but it was proving difficult just like it was for finding the real text message killer. "We haven't yet but we think it was probably an accident," Lucky told her.
"God Lucky, I hope so. I really don't want to be looking over my shoulder every second of who wants me dead. I just don't know why this text message killer wants me dead," Sam said with a sigh, looking down at the ground, and she ran her tongue across her bottom lip. "I don't want to die!"
"I don't want you to die, either. I've already lost enough people in my life, you're one of the only ones I have left," Lucky said sincerely. "All of the PCPD are working on the case though. After Georgie died, Mac wanted to find the guy more than ever before. The guy is sick whoever he is...just don't go out late at night at the pier or at the park."
"I know what you mean, though, but I hope you guys do find out who this sick son of a bitch is. I really hate being unprotected when he could just burst through the door." Sam was shaking just by thinking about this psychopath that tried to kill her.
Lucky put a hand lightly on her shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm here. I'm not going to let anything happen to you." He could tell she was still freaked out by the whole incident and he still felt bad for not coming to her rescue when she needed him.
Sam sighed as she looked down at the floor, swinging her one leg into the water. "I just wish Port Charles wasn't filled with drama, you know?"
"I know, I wish that too among other things but that's life in Port Charles. Even though it's brought me a lot of pain, there's happy memories, too, like you," Lucky told her sincerely.
Smiling, she simply nods her head as she looked over at him. "I just hope for the good to happen soon, Lucky. I, for one, am sick and tired of all the killing and the deaths of people."
"Me too, I want it to stop as much as you do," Lucky said and took her hand in his to console her. Then, he looked over at the Jacuzzi. "Maybe we should go in the Jacuzzi, it'll probably help your leg heal."
"You really think so?" Sam asked with a smile, turning her body around, rolling her other legging up on her leg, and dipping her foot in. "The water is nice and warm too."
"Yes," Lucky nodded and started to take off his pants. "This time, I'm not getting me jeans wet," he smiled as he remembered last time.
"Hey, that wasn't so bad," Sam replied with a giggle, pulling her top off, leaving her in her bra top. She felt so shy for some reason and she didn't even understand why. This was Lucky they were talking about.
He laughed too at the memory and watched Sam take her top off. Then, Lucky took his shirt off as well as his shoes and socks. "Well, I think this is better, don't you think?" He asked her as he stepped into the Jacuzzi.
Sliding her leggings off of her hips after stepping off the edge, she was wearing a pair of clad thong panties, and she turned to look at him. "This is much better," Sam admitted, sliding one leg, then the other, into the Jacuzzi, just standing there with her bandage. "Will you help me put on a new bandage when we get out?"
Sitting down in the Jacuzzi, Lucky nodded. "Of course I will," he answered. He was enjoying the sight of her in a bra and panties. She looked amazing despite the car accident.
Moving her hair from her face, she settled into the water, and she lifted her head when she felt Lucky staring at her. He was making her feel so beautiful to the damaged her leg felt like it was.