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"I'm sorry," he said, not quit sure how to handle this. She replied with a nod, as she started sobbing again. He immediately rapped his arms around her, pulling her into a hug, her face was buried in his shoulder, and there they stood.

"I'm going to help you," he whispered into her hair

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Nate sat on the girls floor, neither talked, neither moved, they just sat and avoided each others glance. Finally Nate spoke up,

"Why didn't you tell a consular?"

"I can't," she whispered back

"Why not?"

"They have blackmail,"

"What is it?"

"I can't tell you,"

"Why not?"

"I just can't,"

"But I want to help you,"

"I can't!" Nate sensed her becoming angry and decided to stop pushing the subject on her anymore.

"Well if we can't tell anyone what is going on then how can we stop them?"

"We can't."

"Well you know no matter what the blackmail is you can still tell,"

"No I can't!" she screamed, as tears poured down her face.

"But…" Nate started

"I think you should go," Samantha told him, more tears pouring down her face. He just nodded, not wanting to upset her more.

"I will find a way to help you," he told her and walked out the door.

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As Nate walked into his cabin that he shared with Jason and Shane, they both could tell something was wrong with him. His hair was messed up, like he had run his fingers through it to much, his face was grim, almost like he wanted to cry and hit someone at the same time, and his hands where bunched into fists.

"Nate what's wrong, where have you been all day?" Shane asked him, putting down his guitar. Nate didn't say anything, he just laid down on his bed. Shane and Jason looked at each other.

"What happened?" Jason asked his younger brother (they are brothers in this) in a concerned voice sitting at the edge of his bed.

"Those jerks are going to end up killing her!" he vented

"What are you talking about, who is going to kill who?" Shane asked standing up and waling over to where his two brothers where sitting.

"Samantha!"

"Who is going to kill her?"

"Dylan, Brad, and Aaron!"

"I thought they where friends?" Jason asked trying to make sense of what his brother was telling him.

"Defiantly not." Nate answered, and then he described what he had seen that day and the previous day.

"Those jerks!" Jason said jumping up

"We have to tell the consular," Shane exclaimed

"No we can't,"

"Why not,"

"Because they have blackmail on me." The three boys looked up to see Samantha standing in the doorway

"What are you doing here?" Nate asked standing up

"I figured you would tell you brothers and I didn't want them to convince you to tell someone,"

"What's the blackmail?" Shane asked

"She won't tell anyone," Nate said

"If I tell you will you guys promise you wont tell anyone?" They all nodded

"I, I, killed someone," she whispered. They all gasped. She was about to go on but Nate stopped her.

"YOU KILLED SOMEONE?!" Samantha could nod as tears ran down her face.

"Nate," Shane said, knowing his brothers problem at controlling his temper.

"Let me explain," Samantha pleeded

"GET OUT!"

"Nate please let me explain!" Samantha said moving toward him

"NO GET OUT!" he screamed shoving her away from him. From the shove she fell, she started sobbing

"I thought I could trust you, I thought you where different, I thought you could help me and not judge me. I guess I was wrong." She whispered and ran out of the cabin.

"That was not nessacary," Jason said glaring at Nate

"I don't care! She killed someone she deserves what is being done to her."

"You didn't give her a chance to explain," Shane told him

"I don't want to hear." And with that he climbed into bed and turned away from his brothers.

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Samantha ran down to the beach, sobbing. Nate had broken her, what was left of her hope in life he had shattered it.

"What's the point in living," she whispered to herself. All the sudden she heard footsteps behind her, she whipped around thinking it might be Nate, but before she could tell who it was she felt glass shattering against her head. She fell to the ground in pain, her vision was blurred. Someone then kicked her in the stomach. She continued to be kicked and hit.

"Nate," was all she managed to whisper before falling unconscious.

Okay so please review! Sorry it's not the best but I haven't written anything for the longest. Please tell me any ideas you have for the story or why you liked it. Thanks for reading.