LONGEST CHAPTER EVER! Here it is! Chapter 8 of YABMD. This is a flashbacks chapter, so not too much important stuff happens, but a ton of last minute secrets are revealed, like, who died? Was it Chris? Was it Alejandro? Ahhh, sorry, I just LOOOVE spelling his name, Alejandro, Alejandro, Ale, Ale, Alejandro... oooh. I'm super weird, but I can't help but love him! Maybe I just like the name Alejandro? I like how the J is placed, it makes the name seem so, exotic... I'm also a pretty huge Aleheather fan, I actually LIKE heather when she's with Alejandro. Thinking about someday drawing them together on Deviant... Or maybe him with me... YES! SI!SI!SI! I'm Hispanic, so he should like me, lol he's a cartoon. That's the great thing about cartoons, you can do whatever the freakin heck you want with them, you can draw them, you can write crazy awesome fanfics about them (You guys rock with writing fanfics, really, I never thought my writing could top anything you guys post, and I still can't! You guys inspire me! Imagination rules!), you can obsess over them (I LOVE YOU ALEJANDRO!) you can paint them all over your walls, (OMG, I wonder if I can get a fathead of Alejandro to put in my room? OMG THAT'D BE AWESOME! I could awake with the man of my dreams, and he'd never leave my room, or my wall, lol.) So, without further craziness, (I'M CRAZY FOR ALEJANDRO!) Here is Chapter 8, Flashback memories. P.S. you can look in the story summary for a small spoiler!
"What are we going to do about her? She's taring up everything in the house!" Courtney said as she hugged a pillow on her bed, Duncan by her side holding onto her.
"We've gotta let her get her anger out somehow."
"By letting her destroy everything in the house?"
"Well, she should be getting better, it's been six weeks since the incident." Duncan recalled it all too well, and the moment scared him more than anything he's ever experienced.
He rushed into the auditions room, hoping he'd be greeted by Ari as soon as he walked through the door. Instead he was greeted by Ari in a chair, tied to it, tape wrapped around her mouth, and her father on the TV in front of her. He knew what had happened.
"What are you doing! Let her go!" Kyle yelled. Two men came after him and knocked him clean out, and began tying him up as well.
Duncan had been in the car in the parking lot, talking to Courtney to get her mind off of worrying.
"Well, how long has he been in there?" Courtney asked, worried for her little boy.
"A little over an hour. Don't worry, he just went back in to say goodbye to her."
"Okay, then. I'll see you when you get back home. I love you, Dunky."
"I love you too, Princess." Duncan paused for a second after hanging up, "Maybe I should go and check on them."
Duncan got out of the car and started walking up to the building. As he opened the doors he heard a loud scream, that sounded like Ari's, and rushed into the auditions room.
Ari was screaming at Chris, begging at his feet. How she got out of the rope and tape was a mystery.
"Don't do it, please, don't..." She cried. Chris was holding a cell phone to his mouth, about to speak.
"Do it." He said. Ari ran to the screen.
"NOOOO! Stop it! Stop it! Why are you doing this, stop it!" She yelled as the knife began going deeper into her father's throat. All she could do was sit and watch. It was too late. Duncan ran in just at the right time.
"What is this, a party? I'm so sick of random people rushing in ruining my evil deeds. Shoot him, boys." Chris said as he put his cellphone down. The three men each grabbed a gun, all pointed at Duncan. As the first bullet fired, Duncan pulled himself down, allowing the bullet to shoot right into Chris's chest.
Duncan watched as the evil man fell to the ground, dead, and Ari cried over the TV, Alejandro still on it, and dead. The men rushed out, afraid the cops would be on their way, and Chris wouldn't be there to bribe the cops into not arresting them.
"Come on, Ari. We've gotta go."
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here." Tears covered her face as her father stayed lifeless in the chair.
"Ari, come on. We've at least gotta get outside, it isn't safe here."
"I don't care. I'm not leaving."
"Man, don't make me do what I had to do to Sam when she was younger." Duncan walked over to Ari, and grabbed her waist, then flung her over his shoulder.
"NOOOO!" Ari screamed and kicked as she was carried off.
"The poor girl was so upset. She watched her own father bleed to death, that's the worst a kid can go through." Duncan said as he cuddled Courtney closer.
"And the cops can't find her mother, so that doesn't help."
"AAAAARGH!" They heard Ari scream.
"I can't help feeling it was my fault. If I hadn't brought her there, or if I would have at least gone in with them, maybe this wouldn't have happened."
"Baby, it isn't your fault. There was no way you could have known this would happen."
'Knock Knock'
Kyle jumped up from the seat in the living room and went to the door.
"Ari, why don't you sit down and rest for a bit." He said as he walked past her.
"Don't tell me what to do." Ari said as she walked to the kitchen.
"Crap, she's heading for the knives." Kyle thought as he unlocked the door. He slowly opened it, peeking outside to see who it was. A hand reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him into a sweet embrace...
For every word you want to say, remember one tops them all. Love.
Sam ran through the toy store, her little black pig tails waving behind her little ears. Her violet blue eyes were eyed onto one thing and one thing only...
Duncan was following close behind her, trying to find out what it is she wanted so much. She said she couldn't tell him, he'd have to see it.
He thought for sure she'd be running in the direction of the dolls, the pink aisle filled with ponies and dress's, but she headed for the blue aisle, the one with monster truck toys and hotwheels, action figures and toy guns.
"Daddy, buy me this!" She shouted, pointing to a Wrestler Action Figure. Duncan's eyes grew wide, why would she want that? A car he could understand, an action figure?
"Honey, why don't you get a doll, or a car, or maybe a Nerf gun to shoot your brother with?" A delinquent dad he was, he just didn't feel comfortable with his little girl playing with a figurine of a man. Nope, not even a Ken doll.
"No, daddy, I want this." Sam grabbed the figurine and showed it to him. It didn't help that the toy had basically a speedo on, and nothing else.
"No, I'm not buying you that, your mom will have a heart attack." Courtney, he didn't even think about what she would make of this. As soon as he got home he would start hearing crap like "You let her watch too many wrestling shows" or "You're making our little girl want to be a boy!", he didn't wanna deal with that right now.
"But, daddy... I really, really want it." She looked at him with those puppy dog eyes, and he couldn't help himself.
Duncan looked around to ensure nobody saw his little girl buying this thing, then took it from her hands and walked over to the cash register.
"You bought our little girl a wrestler action figure?" Courtney scolded him, hands on hips, and eyes blazing with fire. She had this look that screamed "You know where you're sleeping tonight, right? Because it's not in a bed."
"Honey, please. Its just a little toy, it's not like she knows what it..."
"GET EM, GET EM, GET EM! BODYSLAM!" Sam yelled as she smashed her barbie dolls with her new action figure.
"My god, they're all naked..." Duncan eyed the little doll clothing on the floor next to Sam.
"Duncan, take the toy back." Courtney's eyes remained on her husband, still not believing he did that.
"Can I play with you, Sam?" Kyle asked as he came up to her, he held a little brief case next to him, and he wore a small black tie over a white T-shirt. The brief case had the logo on it, Little Lawyer, something Courtney bought him a while back, and he loved it. It was the only toy he'd play with.
"We don't need lawyers in the wrestling ring, Kyle. You can be the referee."
"Ah, but you'll need a lawyer to deal with the contracts of your wrestlers."
"This ain't no Court TV, go back to money suckers lounge, you cash devil!" Sam finished her insult, then threw her action figure at Kyle's face.
"AAHH! MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY!" Kyle ran to Courtney, blood seeping down to his white shirt.
"I'll take the toy back tomorrow." Duncan said as he looked down at the ground, disappointed in himself.
"You will be hearing from me very soon, Sam." Kyle said with a nasally voice, referring to himself as a lawyer.
Sometimes, the person you'd least expect to have feelings for, lands up being your soul mate.
Kyle noticed the face right away, and hugged her back.
"Sam, you've been gone for so long..." Kyle cried into her black and green hair, holding her close and not wanting to let go.
"I did something really bad, Kyle." Sam said as she cried on his shoulder, Kyle held her back a bit to look at her. She had scratches on her face and body. Her old punk clothing was replaced with a white silk torn up dress, one of the sleeves was missing as well. Her usually pony tailed hair was down around her shoulders now, and she had a black eye and bleeding nose. On her stomach was a huge plop of blood, it slightly spread around to the rest of the dress. She looked like a mess, but was still so beautiful to see.
"What happened, Sam?"
"I did something really bad..." She repeated.
"I understand, but what happened to you?"
"I did something really bad..."
"I know that but..."
"Kyle, I need to see them."
"See what?"
"Dad..." Samantha collapsed onto him her eyes red from exhaustion. He feet were bare, so he picked her up and took her inside.
"Kyle, I'm going to be punished... I did really badly..." Sam mumbled. Kyle was scared, what was wrong with her?
He laid her down on the couch and went to the kitchen to get her some water.
"ARI! STOP!" Kyle yelled. Ari was trying to cut herself. He grabbed the knife and through it into the sink.
"Kyle, stop, I need to be alone..."
"Not to kill yourself, I'm not going to let that happen to you." Kyle picked her up just as he did to Sam and placed her on the couch as well. He would have to play a nurse right now. He didn't even think to tell Duncan and Courtney about Sam being home. He wanted to make sure she was back to normal before placing anything more onto his parents worries.
Kyle went back into the kitchen, leaving the two punk chicks looking like they just passed out from some major party.
"Who the hell are you?" Ari asked as she looked at the teenager. Her skin color seemed similar to Kyle's, although she wasn't at all sure of who she was.
"Maybe you should ask yourself the same." Sam mumbled as she looked at the girl.
"I'm Kyle's girlfriend."
"I'm Kyle's sister." Sam seemed to be snapping out of her trance quickly, maybe it was the cold making her jittery and weird.
"Here's some water for both of you." Kyle gave them each a cup of the same size, but one had different designs than the other.
"Kyle, you gave her my cup." Sam said, pointing to her favorite cup, the one with a lizard on it.
"Who cares? You're dehydrated, drink." Kyle said as he sat down to watch the two. Ari, just to spike Sam, licked around the cup rim.
"SHE'S LICKING MY CUP, KYLE! MAKE HER STOP!" Sam yelled.
"Dear, was that Sam?" Courtney asked. She jumped out of the door and down to the living room, her heart breaking and beating out of her chest as she laid eyes on her little girl.
"SAMANTHA!" Courtney screamed as she jumped to her, not even noticing Ari right behind her.
"Sam... Sam is back?" Duncan walked slowly down to the living room, tears started forming in his eyes as he laid eyes onto his little girl.
"She said she did something really bad and had to tell you guys." Kyle announced from his place on the chair.
"What is it sweetie, you can tell us anything, you won't get in trouble, we swear." Courtney totally forgot her whole idea about spanking the crap out of Sam for losing her virginity at fourteen, but seeing her little girl again was enough to forget about the entire thing.
"I know Danny told you about, what happened at the beach. But I have to tell you he wasn't the first boy I was ever with."
"What? How many boys were you with?" Duncan asked as he pulled away from her a tad. Sam pulled a small notebook out from a pocket on her dress and handed it to him.
"What is this... What are all these names and pictures?" Duncan flipped through it, the names in red had skulls on them, the names in green had smiley faces on them, and the names in blue had unamused smiley faces on them.
"Sam, tell me what this is."
"Those are all the boys I've broken."
"YOU'VE MESSED AROUND WITH ALL THESE BOYS?"
"Almost all of them. The ones in blue were the ones that had too much pride to give in. The names are all the boys I've gotten to say "I love you" to me."
"Why would you do this, Sam?" Courtney cried. Duncan looked down, then started looking at the names again. He got up and walked into the bedroom...
"Every girl in the world wishes for a man like you because you're cute, sweet and polite. I want you because I love you." - The secrets of my Life
Sam came running into the house, screaming in pain and holding her finger out. A small dot of blood was trickling down it as her speed picked up slightly. She ran to her daddy Duncan, and showed her her battle wound.
"Daddy, I hurt my finger!" She said in the cutest little voice ever.
"How'd you do that, Sammy?" Duncan said as he checked the little mark and began looking for the first aid kit.
"I was playing outside and a boy pushed me into a bush and a thorn went into my finger."
"What boy?" Duncan asked as he grabbed the kit and came to sit down in front of her again.
"Thomas Planker." Sam said as her tears began clearing up.
"Don't worry, kid. Thomas will never bother you again after I deal with him." Duncan cleaned up her little mark and placed a band-aid over it.
"Come on, Sam. Lets go teach the Planker kid a lesson he won't forget." Duncan said as he walked out the door.
"Yeah! Lets go kick Planker's A**!" Sam yelled as she clenched her fists and ran outside.
"Sam, what did you just say?"
"Uh, I said A**."
"Butt. You can't say A** until you're ten." Duncan corrected her.
"Okay." Sam said as she jumped out the door, fists still clenched.
"That's my girl."
"Life is crazy with love. Imagine how horrible it would be without it."
When Duncan walked back out, he had a black notebook with a skull on the front. He plopped it onto Courtney's lap, and she looked down with wide eyes.
"Duncan, what is this?" Courtney asked as she opened it and began flipping through it.
"It's what Sam tried to copy." Duncan said as he placed the two notebooks next to each other. Each name in each book had the same basic design. The red names, the green names, and the blue names.
"Sam, tell us what they mean." Duncan pointed to the notebooks.
"The green are the boys that were easy, the red are the boys that were hard, and the blue are the ones that didn't care about love, they just wanted to get lucky. I really didn't want to go so far as to lose my virginity, but one boy... he..."
"Sam, what did he do?"
"He... forced me to." Courtney's face was red and teared at the same time. Angry that a boy would take advantage of her daughter, teared for the same reason.
"Honey, who did that to you?" Duncan asked, again face red with anger.
"Thomas Planker." She answered with a whimper.
"Thomas Planker, he's six years older than her! He was always looking around for a girl to mess on, and it started so long ago. Cruel to be kind? More like cruel to rape. That boy is going to be shown a lesson for the third and final time." Duncan got up, and grabbed the car keys. He didn't care how long ago the boy did that to her, he was going to get it.
"Honey, when did this happen, you have to tell us." Courtney asked, a cry seeping through her withered voice.
"It happened three years ago."
"It happened when you were twelve? Why didn't you tell us, Sam?" Duncan yelled, but both parents were enraged with fury
"I didn't know what was happening, I was only a kid..."
"You seriously didn't know what was happening? We gave you the talk several times, Sam!"
"I didn't listen, okay? What's done is done, I don't want to talk about it anymore."
Duncan ran out the door, slamming it with a shocking bang, and his mind faded to one thing and one thing only. The cops would surely do nothing about something that should have been reported on years ago, but Duncan would, and he will...
If you love someone, if you truly love and want to be with someone, you should do all that is in your power to be with that person.
"Daddy, how was I made?" Sam asked as the eight year old ran over to him.
"Good question, unfortunately it's a question for your mom."
"I wanna know from you though." She responded, her father's stubbornness showing through.
"Okay, here's the least detailed way to put it." Duncan began, it didn't help that Sam sat right in front of him, seeming to actually be paying attention. Her eyes seemed to never blink, which made it harder for him to look into them and tell her how she was truly made. He decided to use a visual aid.
"Come into the kitchen, Sam." He said as he got up and walked over to the kitchen. He searched through the refrigerator, trying to find a good visual aid that Courtney wouldn't mind him wasting.
"Okay, an egg." He said as he grabbed it out of the carton.
"I was made from an egg?"
"Kinda." Duncan walked over to the counter.
"Okay, so girl's have eggs, okay...?"
"Where's my egg?" She demanded.
"It's... not, visible." Duncan said uncomfortably.
"So my egg is invisible?"
"Yes, your egg is invisible."
Sam cupped her hands by her chest to pretend she was holding an egg.
"Uh, yeah. Okay, so..."
"So if girls have eggs, what do boys have?"
"Um, hot dogs."
"Do men have pizza?"
"No, men don't have pizza."
"What do men have then?"
"Hot dogs."
"They never change?"
"Wow, this is harder than I expected..." Duncan said quietly to himself. He's starting to wish he asked Courtney about that book she read.
"Daddy, is your hot dog invisible?"
"My god, how do I respond to this without sounding like a pedophile?" Duncan thought as sweat trickled down his face.
"No it's not, now..."
"Where is Kyle's then?"
"It doesn't matter where it is, now, lets get onto the subject at hand." Duncan tried to change the subject.
"Dad, you left the subject at hand a long time ago with the egg talk."
"My god, Sam... Boys have hot dogs, girls have eggs, okay? You'll learn about where they are in the future."
"Okay, but how was I made?" She repeated.
"Well, there's a doughnut too..."
"I want a doughnut! Don't tell me the boys have the doughnuts too!"
"No, they don't."
"You mean they Dough-Not." Sam joked.
"Would you be happy if I just gave you a doughnut?"
"Yes."
"Here." Duncan handed her a pink sprinkled doughnut, and she ran off happily.
"I have this odd feeling Courtney is going to yell to me about this in the morning..."
"If I died tomorrow, what would you do?"
"I'd cry and scream and beat the living hell out of anyone that told me you were just a girl, because you are so much more to me then 'Just a Girl', and god, I hope nothing ever happens to you."- The Blue Rose
'Knock Knock'
Duncan awaited outside the Planker's door, where the very dead Thomas was currently living. Duncan was already thinking up different ways to make him pay for what he did.
"Yes?" A kind young woman with red hair and green eyes answered. She looked much like Izzy from Total Drama, but she wouldn't have changed this much, would she?
"I'm here to see Thomas Planker?" Duncan responded, the woman's kind voice made his sound slightly calmer, but he was still burning like the devil inside.
"Just a moment, he's upstairs." The woman went over to the staircase and tilted her head up, leaving the door open as she did so.
"THOMAS THERE'S SOMEONE HERE TO SEE YOU!" She screamed in a very Izzy-like voice that made Duncan's ears hurt. Yep, that was either Izzy, or a very close replica of the crazy woman. He never remembered Thomas's mother being or looking like Izzy, it was a tad confusing.
"SHUT UP, ZELDA!" Thomas's eerie voice yelled. The boy came down, a black hoodie covering his black streaked brown hair. His baggy jeans hanging below his waist, and his dark eyes that seemed to change color with each step he took, even though they remained attached to Duncan. He had to restrain himself from going right after the boy, but somehow, Thomas knew what he was here for.
"You're in a lot of trouble, boy." Duncan said in his usual dark, scratched voice.
"You found out about Sam, did ya?"
"You raped my daughter when she was only a kid, if you think I'm here for only words you're wrong."
"I didn't rape her. The girl is tall for her age, very, uh, built. She never told me she was a kid."
"You should have known! You use to torture her when she was a little girl!" Duncan jumped at him, held his shirt and forced him to a wall.
"Its not like I left her with a emotional scar, I loved her. Call me sick, but I had feelings for the girl."
"You were freaking nineteen! I'd call you a lot more then sick, not only is it illegal, it's just wrong! Do you even know what a moral is? Did you even feel bad after? Huh? Taking advantage of a little girl like that?" Duncan dragged him further above with each sentence before throwing him outside onto the concrete.
"Please, don't tell me Mr. Delinquent himself never took advantage of a girl." Thomas began to bring himself back to a standing position, ignoring the pain as he did so.
"Not one that wasn't even half my age." Duncan came over to him, and gave him a quick punch.
"Why isn't the boy fighting back?" Duncan thought.
"Dude, what I did was wrong, alright? I admit it. But I prepared your girl for a lifetime of crap that men are gonna put her through."
"Excuse me? You prepared her for what? I don't think she will ever meet a man as devilish as you!"
"There are men forty years older than their own wives, doesn't that seem wrong to you? I'm only six years older than your daughter. Age doesn't matter anymore."
"Age matters when the girl you're with is twelve and you're an adult. If you have a daughter one day, god forbid it, and a man goes and rapes her, what are you going to do about it, huh? Just let her deal with the fact she was taken advantage of and that this is a man's world and that men can do whatever they want to girls no matter how old? What if you were a little girl and a man raped you? What would you do then?"
"Listen, I admitted I was wrong, there really isn't anything further I can do. I wish I didn't do it, okay? Lets just go our separate ways and pretend this never happened. Sam is going to find a good boy for her one day, forbid it be me, and he's going to treat her right. If she can forget about it, so can you." Thomas began walking back inside. Duncan was fuming, but the boy spoke the truth. No matter how many times he beat the crap out of him, no matter how many slugs to the face or punches to the stomach, nothing will take away what happened to Samantha.
"Skin soft as silk sheets, hair gorgeous as the sunset beach, breasts perfect as two mountains, eyes shine as the stars, lips sweet as sugar, I love you." - The Secrets of my Life
"Daddy, why do I have to do this?" Samantha, eleven years old, and struggling with math. She was going to fail, the teacher said so, and so did her mother.
"She's hopeless, Duncan, I've tried everything with her, she just won't pay attention!" Courtney pounced away, banging her shoes to the floor as she walked to the bedroom. Duncan looked over at her, his little girl at the kitchen table, struggling with something she didn't want, nor understand.
"Why do I have to do this, I don't like math, and it's not like I'm going to use it in the job I want."
"Well, that's not really possible, every job requires a bit of math."
"Not mine."
"Well, what job do you want then?"
"I'm going to get rich on a TV show, like you did."
"Kid, that's one time money, it went pretty quick, and yes, it did require math."
"But you don't work, and we still have money."
"That's cause your mom is a lawyer."
"Then I'll marry a lawyer."
"She wasn't a lawyer before I married her, Sam. In fact, she was just going into in law school when I decided to pop the question."
"Whatever. I'm still going to marry a lawyer."
"Do what you want, you still need math to marry one."
"Why would I need math to marry a lawyer?"
"Well, you've gotta multiply together the four major elements to get the top number, and the top number is the one you should marry. It should always be over six hundred."
"What are the four things?"
"Looks, How much money they make, How demanding are they, and How good they are at... um... Games."
"So, what do games matter?"
"If you're anything like me, they matter a lot. Now, lets say you wanna marry that actor you like... And he just became a lawyer..."
"Dad, leave JJ out of this."
"I'm serious, now, first you've gotta give him a number for his looks... I'd say he's around a twenty..."
"No way, dad! He's a hottie! You can't put a number on his looks, already I win!"
"Sam, calm down. Let's put him at a forty then."
"Fifty."
"Deal. Now, how much money does he make?"
"He's an actor, he makes a ton of money."
"I'm talking about his lawyer salary, which counts on how convincing he is. Now, how long did it take him to convince you into liking him?"
"It took thirty seconds of seeing him on Fringe."
"God, I wish your mother wouldn't let you watch that show, it's got you dreaming about Peter."
"JAY JAY!"
"Fine, JJ. So, it took him thirty seconds to convince you into liking him, that's thirty thousand per case, which leaves you with three hundred to place on his marriage score. So now we are at three hundred fifty."
"Okay, now, how demanding is Peter?"
"JAYJAY!"
"FINE! How demanding is JJ?"
"He never demands anything from anyone, but he is very protective. In fact, in the very first episode, he beat up a guy because he wouldn't give Olivia any answers, and JJ took a coffee cup and slammed it onto his hand, and then..."
"Okay, you're guy beat up a man with a coffee cup, now, how demanding do you think he was to that man?"
"Very."
"In number form, Sam."
"A million."
"A number we can count easily."
"Eighty."
"Alright, Eighty. Not we're at four hundred and thirty. One more thing to count."
"Right, how good he is at games. I'd say he's a trillion. There, I win, lets go buy me something."
"No, no, no... How many games does he play on the show?"
"I don't recall him playing many..."
"Lets make it easier for you and me, how many times has he kissed a lady on a movie or show?"
"Hmmm... I think seventeen."
"Alright, that adds another hundred and seven. We are at five hundred and thirty seven. See, he isn't good marriage material."
"Dad, I think that you should count the last one."
"Whats the last one?"
"How much does he love?"
"You know what? You're right. I'm gonna give him a sixty for you reminding me of the fifth and final element, and an extra seventy if you can add them all together by yourself."
"Hmm, okay... So five hundred and thirty seven plus sixty, plus seventy, equals... Six hundred and sixty seven."
"Alright! High five, kid, you're gonna blow the teachers away!"
"Making Love doesn't have to mean that you're doing it, it just means that you're showing the person you love how much you love them." - The Blue Rose
"Ari, I understand you've been going through a tough time... But I want you to know, I'm here for you when you need me." Kyle placed a hand on Ari's back as she sat on the concrete steps outside. Her tears fell like glass being broken, and shattered onto the ground below underneath the cold night sky.
"I don't need you right now, I need my dad."
"Ari, you're dad isn't... I know you want your dad... I've never lost a parent, so I don't know what it feels like, but I know it's horrible, and I wouldn't wish this pain on anyone, especially you." Kyle sat next to her, his warm arm sat perfectly on her shoulder as he cuddled her towards him.
"It feels like, he's still alive, but I know he's not, and it hurts me like a thousand knives stabbing at me, stabbing at my head telling me I've gotta do something, but what? I can't do anything..."
"Maybe... You need to get your mind off of it for a while. My dad wants us to go camping, get Sam's mind off of everything she did, and maybe you both can help each other. Get away from this crap that keeps crashing down around us. Be happy for once."
"I... I think I'd like that." Ari looked up into his eyes, and rested her forehead onto his. And for once in six weeks, she smiled.
I feel bad. I feel really bad. I have this odd feeling I'm going to be hated for having Sam raped when she was younger, but it brings awareness to these types of things, because they can, do, and will happen... to girls as well as boys. Anyways, I'd like to thank the lovely comments I have received, as I said before, I read each and every one of them at least twice (It's what helps me write when I feel like crap:) and I truly love them all! I hope I never receive a bad comment, although I'm sure there are some people whom just don't like either the show or my writing, I'm cool with that, everybody's got an opinion, some may be good, others bad, it's what makes everyone different! :)
I noticed I went insane with two things during the authors notes, one I think I said Alejandro like eighty times, two, I think I put too much of my personal life into them. Even though I like putting my personal life into things, helps people know that I'm not just a bot that shoots out stories like a machine, I'm a person. Oh, and I'm happy to say my doggy Pepe (Yes, we know that's a boys name, but she's a girl. Shes black and white so she looks like a skunk, and that why we named her Pepe. I call her Pepper sometimes though.) is fine, and we don't think the seizures will continue. Thanks again for the Feel Betters! I really appreciate them! Especially since I started getting sick again. It makes me sick because I look anorexic, I've never been so bony, I want to gain weight, but I just can't. My stupid torn up stomach won't eat anything. Yeah, looks like that BRAT diet is just what it says, it's BRATTY! Lol.
So, I'm tired, gonna try to sleep now, and dream about my four favorite boys... Alejandro, Trent, Duncan, and PETER! Lol, like what I threw in there? Yea, I totally based young Sam off of me, I'm crazy for facial hair! LO freakin L! On Deviant I drew a picture of Peter and Olivia as TDI characters at the beach with Alf, the Alien Life Form. If you want the link I'll give it to you, it was my first time drawing abs so I'm pretty proud of it. Also, I have a picture of what Sam looks like on my Profile page, check it out, it's my favorite TDi drawing that I've ever drawn!
Love ya all! ~*~MysticalChick~*~ OOOOh I did it backwords! AWSUM! Not really though, its kinda bland without the extra spark. Lol, Bye dudes!