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NINETEEN
Martin sat in the ambulance having just been dressed in a hospital gown. His body ached from the constant beatings particularly around his groin; he knew he shouldn't have gotten involved with a married woman.
He continued to ask the various guards and agents surrounding him what happened, when he saw a body bag being carried to a neighboring van, he prayed that it wasn't Sam's body lying inside it.
"This will hurt for a minute." The paramedic said holding some form of ointment on a cotton bud, directing it towards the small cut above his lip.
He watched as Michael walked out, ashen faced, as though he had just seen a ghost. As the paramedic finished touching up Martin's lip, he walked over to him.
"You look good." He smiled weakly.
"Oh I bet I do." Martin sighed weakly.
"She'll be missed." Michael breathed. Martin's ears pricked hearing her.
"Who?" He was afraid that it would be Sam and didn't know how he would be able to handle it if it was Sam who was dead.
"Kelly, point blank." He sighed, wiping his eyes.
"You okay?" The paramedic who was treating Martin asked seeing him as she moved around the back of the van.
"If I need you I'll ask." Michael sighed. "Oh yeah, I think they found Samantha, but she's in a bad way." Michael said realizing that Martin would want to know.
Martin breathed a sigh of relief knowing that she was alive, vowing that no matter how bad she was hurt he would help her through everything. He just wasn't prepared for the sight he saw when she was wheeled past the end of the van he was in. He barely recognized her she was so blue and covered in blood.
"Hey man, you okay?" Martin heard Danny's voice.
The moment Danny had enterred that room, Martin had choked, knowing that the men were about to kill him, and because Danny was alone, they would probably kill him too. Somehow though, Danny had saved him.
Martin didn't know how Danny was feeling, he hadn't said much. But he knew that clinging to Danny when he found him maybe made him feel a bit awkward.
"Yeah, I'll be okay." Martin sighed leaning back against the gurney. He watched as Danny walked up to the van and leant against the doors.
"She'll be okay." He sighed looking at Martin, who wasn't looking at him.
"Yeah, I hope so." Martin sighed, closing his eyes.
After being checked over at the warehouse, both Martin and Sam had been taken to a nearby hospital. Sam had few memories of being saved, only fully remembering Vivian say that they had Jack. She knew Martin was okay, and that made her angry. She could vaguely remember seeing him in an ambulance as she was wheeled out, but that was it.
She still had nightmares, which was one of the few reasons she was still living with Martin. They would always be there, the faces of all the men, the memories of what they all did to her; Jack's face as he watched. They wouldn't leave.
Flashback
"Stop crying, you're enjoying this too much." A man hissed into her ear as he did up his zipper.
She had lost count of the number of times she'd been raped. All she knew was that this guy paid particular attention to her ribs. He seemed to enjoy the feel of his knuckles hitting them..
She heard the door swing, and the light switch as the room was filled with darkness. Finally she thought they'd left her alone, at least for the time being.
"Hello Sam." She thought he had left, as she lifted her head, looking around the room trying to see the man.
"I see that you've been enjoying your treatment." She heard a footstep close to her head and sat up quickly.
"But you know that I would never hurt you." She felt the metal tipped boot hit her thigh. "See, I'm not hurting you, am i?" He kicked her again in the area of her kidney, causing her to scream.
"I hate you Jack." She shouted as he paused for a moment. The moment she said it she knew she shouldn't have.
"No you don't. Well, you won't until after I'm done with you." She heard the door burst open, the lights turned on, and all she could see was Jack's face, centimeters from her own.
End Flashback
When she had arrived at the hospital, a doctor came to examine her, and all she could do was scream. Even though she knew he was there to help her, just knowing that he was in the same room as her, she just didn't feel safe. She'd screamed until every male had left the room and there were only femaly nurses and doctors to examine her. Even then it had been hard, having to hear them say all the negatives that had happened to her.
She had spent the rest of the night crying, not because of the pain she was in, but the knowledge that the beatings she had endured meant it would be near impossible for her to become pregnant. And that scared her, yes she wished that she was a mom already, especially after the miscarriage, but there was a part of her that kept on saying, maybe when I'm older.
Martin found it hard to sleep at night. Because of Sam's fears, she slept in the same bed as him, but if he ever touched her, even if it was accidental and he was asleep, she would be close to strangling him of break into screams and tears that generally woke the neighbours.
Flashback
"Sam, I'm not going to hurt you." Sam had just been holding her hands firmly over his neck, choking him. He had accidentally rolled into her as he slept. She suddenly realized what she had been doing to him, had let go and retreated to the end of the bed, holding her knees firmly to her chest.
"I know, I just, I just can't." She sobbed, hating what she had become. It had been two weeks since the attack, her attackers were all in prison, bail was not an option for any of them.
Martin hated to see her like this. In these situations he would generally reach over and hug her, forcing her to know that she was safe. But this wasn't an ordinary situation; she was the victim of a vicious cycle of rapes and beatings, severely breaking her spirit and smashing the broken pieces into oblivion.
"I've been doing therapy; I've been writing my emotions like everyone keeps telling me. It's just not helping. I can't sleep properly, I can't eat, whenever I do I throw it all up." She sobbed, punching one of her hands into the bed.
"Are they still going to make you testify?" He asked her quietly.
"Apparently, even with the photos they have of my bruises, I still have them on my stomach, where a baby would be." She broke down into a fit of tears as she remembered the fact she couldn't have children.
Watching her cry over not having a baby was enough to break Martin. Somehow he held it together, holding a hand out to her on the bed. He had been talking to Lisa about ways to help her feel comfortable with him, and one of her suggestions was an open palm facing her.
She looked up at his hand, thinking briefly, knowing he was trying to help her. She couldn't help it; too many hands had been on her, hurting her, after looking like they wouldn't. She shuddered away, further into the end of the bed away from him.
Martin sighed realizing it wasn't going to work this time. He retracted his hand slowly as Sam watched it.
End Flashback