Been Here All Along: Speak Now Part 2

Disclaimer: I don't own SWAC.

A BlackBerry started ringing. A hand reached to grab it. The man put the phone to his ear and listened intently. He was being informed of a new scandal which he was a part of. He focused on the wall in front of him, pondering his next move. A distant "Hello?" came from the phone. He threw the phone against the wall, his face flooding with red. He turned on the TV to see his face on every celebrity gossip show known to man.

Sam turned off the television set and threw the remote against the wall as well. Fucking whore. It seems like the bitch needs another lesson on who's the boss. He grabbed his car keys and left his apartment. Little did anyone know he was back in Los Angeles, and soon Sonny would learn her lesson well. He turned on his car and drove off to his ex-girlfriend's apartment. Stupid bitch didn't even have the intelligence to move.

Truthfully, Sam hated women. He thought they only had one role in life: someone to fuck. He was brought up that way; his father shared the same idea. Sam didn't think it was right or wrong, he just saw women that way. Which is why he was even more aggravated with Sonny: they never had sex. Truthfully that was what led him to beat her. She needed to be taught.

He reached Sonny's apartment complex and saw that it was flooded with paparazzi. There were people arguing in the front; presumably the manager and one of the reporters. Shit. They can't see me. He looked at the time; 7:45pm. He decided to wait in the parking lot. With all of the drama surrounding the whore, no one would notice him. Especially since the manager was about to kick them out.

At midnight, the last of the paparazzi left. Big mistake. Sam entered the building and stopped at the elevator.
"Excuse me, sir. Can I help you?" It was the manager of the building.
"No, I'm fine." Sam turned around, and the manager's face turned to a state of shock. He reached for the intercom to warn Sonny, but Sam punched him in the face. The pain quickly spread to his nerves and he blacked out. That'll keep him out of my way for a while. He entered the elevator and pressed the 6th button. Upon reaching the floor, he pulled out the spare key of the apartment he had made back when they were dating. He put it in the keyhole and heard a click. Bitch didn't even change the locks.

He stepped into the apartment and heard voices in the bedroom. Suddenly, his hand flew to his back pocket. He pulled out a knife and slowly walked into the bedroom.
"I don't know. Last time I saw him, he was in Miami. About two weeks ago." It seemed that Sonny was on the phone, talking to someone about him. He stepped into the bedroom, and Sonny turned around. Her expression turned to one of fear. Perfect. Suddenly, someone else got up and walked in front of Sonny to see what it was that gave her that expression. That someone was dressed in a blue uniform, and seemed to be in his fifties. He had a belt with a club, a gun, a Taser and handcuffs. The left breast pocket of his uniform said LAPD. Shit.

Sam quickly turned around and jetted out of the apartment. Luckily, he recognized the apartment complex from many midnight visits where he'd keep an eye on Sonny. He failed to visit her while her romance with Chad had continued, and that was his biggest mistake. Suddenly, he heard a buzzing and his vision turned red. His temples started pounding and he was shaking uncontrollably. He felt the buzzing stop, and everything turned into a black cloud of pain that took over his body.

When Sam woke up, he was laying on the hard, concrete floor of a cold cell with a musky smell. He went to reach out and felt his hands constricted. He looked up and saw a female figure with blonde hair. Her back was turned, and she was speaking to someone.
"Yes officer; that was him." She reassured.
"We have an arrest warrant on the grounds of trespassing, intended murder, and rape charges from two other girls in Miami." Sam's memory went back to the two girls – both a couple of whores he met at a club – and he clenched his teeth.
"You fucking bitch," Sam started, directing himself to Sonny. She turned around and looked at him. "You think you've beat me? You sure as hell are never going to defeat me, you lousy piece of shit."
"Sam," Sonny walked over to the cell and crouched. "Look at yourself. You've been defeated. I can't believe I ever dated you. That's right, I didn't even love you. I only loved Chad, and that's why he got all of this." Sonny stood up and spinned on her heels, walking off. Sam spat at her, but he didn't reach far.

THREE DAYS LATER

Sonny walked into Condor Studios, her contract in hand. While the others could let themselves be laid off, Sonny wouldn't. She walked into Mr. Condor's office without knocking, and tugged at her blue dress. She cleared her throat and the tall man turned in his chair.
"Can I help you, Ms. Munroe?" He asked, tensing.
"Yes, you can." Sonny said, slapping her contract on the table. "In my contract, it says I'm entitled to be on any Condor Studios show for a minimum of 3 years. This was dated in February 2009. I still have over a year left in the contract, and I'm going to use it."
"While we respect your contract, Sonny," Mr. Condor started getting up. "We've annulled every contract in the building and replaced them with new ones." Sonny's jaw dropped, but she quickly regained her stance.
"I demand my new contract." She said simply. No one would get rid of her that easily.
"Sonny, take a seat." Sonny remained standing up. Mr. Condor sighed and took a seat. "I'm not going to argue with you. You and your cast may have your show back." Sonny stared at the man in disbelief. "You're strong, kid. We think you'll be a great role model for our audience, so we've decided that your show will start airing in January." Sonny stood in silence, collecting her thoughts.
"Thank you, Mr. Condor." Sonny finally said, shaking the big man's hand. "I promise not to let you down."
"You never have." And with that, Sonny left his office with a smile on his face. Life seemed to be going her way again. Sam was being punished, her album was about to be released again, and her show was back on air.

Chad was her guardian angel, and she knew that he was protecting her and giving her a hand.
"Thank you." And even with the wind blowing in her face, she swore she heard a "you're welcome, Sonny."

I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter as much as I did. That's all I have to say.
Signing off, Wizardly Vampirefied.