Brooke's POV

As my daughter explained to me everything she'd been going through these past months, I began to wonder why I had not picked up on it. She would wear long sleeve shirts even when it was hot, she would flinch when I would reach for something, she had also been having nightmares. All the signs were there but I'd been oblivious.

"Honey, I know that you were scared, but you have me, Peyton, Haley, Nathan, Lucas and not to mention Jaime," I said

Sam laughed as tears were streaming down her eyes. She'd been in so much pain for so long, all I wanted to do was hold her.

"We have to go to the police," I suggested

"NO!" Sam shot back a little to quickly

"What, after what he did and has done, we're going," I told her

"Please, I don't want to get him into trouble, his dad would kill him," Sam cried

"I don't care either way, he's going to die at my hands or his dad's, your choice," I said

"I'm not going and you can't force me to," Sam said angrily

We argued for a couple of minutes more until I finally caved. Peyton and the gang left minutes after that and I tucked her into bed. My body was drained of its energy and the next thing I knew I was laid across my bed, unable to move the covers, until I heard Sam screaming in her sleep. I rushed over to her room as soon as I could.

"Please don't hurt me Declan, I'm sorry I'll be a good girl," Sam cried

I was heartbroken over her words and how he would manipulate her. "Honey, Sam wake up you're having a nightmare."

I tried to wake her, but she wouldn't budge, so I just listened to her, if that was the only way to deal with her problems, then I was going to let her.

"Please, please, I don't want to. Ahhhhhhh," Sam screams before jolting up, probably giving her a headache

"Sam are you alright?" I ask already knowing the answer

"Yeah, just a nightmare, how'd you get here so quickly?" Sam asked

"About 10 minutes, you were talking in your sleep," I explained. "Wanna talk about it?"

"No, what did I say in my dream?" Sam asked

"You said please don't hurt me Declan, I'm sorry I'll be a good girl and please, please, I don't want to and then you screamed," I said

"Oh," Sam said as if she were embarrassed

"So what did he do to you when you screamed?" I asked demandingly

"I told you, I don't want to talk about it," Sam hissed

"Well, now that you're awake, we are," I said motioning her towards the kitchen. I made tea as she sat down in the stool.

"So tell me, what was going on in this dream, and don't leave anything out," I told her

"Well, I flashed back to a month ago when you were at work late. I was doing my English homework, when I heard a tap on my window. I opened it knowing it was him. We watched a movie, and then he motioned towards me to kiss me. I flinched and got up. He asked me why I was being so distant and I told him it was because I was afraid he was going to hit me. He got angry, as I knew he would and slapped me. I tried to leave my room, but he grabbed a hold of me and threw me to the ground. I told him that I would be a good girl and did anything he asked. He laughed and told me that I was suppose to do that without him hitting me. I cried because I knew that all he wanted was sex. He climbed on top of me on the ground and I tried to tell him that I wasn't in the mood, but he wouldn't budge. He had become a lot stronger since I'd met him and it was harder to push him off. I cried for someone to help me, but no one came. Before I knew it, my bra was torn and my pants were off. I asked him if he had protection, but he didn't answer because he never used it before. I tried to push him away, but…" Sam paused

"But what Sam," I tried to finish

"But he was inside already and it hurt a lot, last time he did it, he left me bleeding for minutes," Sam cried

"Did you at least go see a doctor?" I asked

"No, I couldn't because if he found out, he would get angry and think that the doctor found out what he was doing to me," Sam explained

"Was this the only time he tried this," I asked

Sam hadn't answered for a while.

"No, but it was my fault, I would tease him a lot and I shouldn't have," Sam cried and walked towards her me

"Honey, it's not your fault," I explained to her

"In the beginning, he was so sweet and gentle and it felt good to be near him intimately, but he got more aggressive and wanted to do things," Sam sobbed and I could barely hear a word she said

"What type of things?" I asked and felt Sam trying to move away

"Well he would make me dress up in these clothes and put me in these weird positions that were so uncomfortable," Sam explained making the conversation more awkward.

"Oh, sorry I asked," I said

"No it's okay," Sam said looking away

I went back into my room, and Sam followed, we cuddled for the most of the night trying to get as much sleep as possible. Thankfully tomorrow was Sunday, which meant that we could spend the next day detoxing. I woke up the next morning, and I could see all the bruises that bastard had given her. She wasn't wearing a sweater, nor make up. I watched her sleep, and it took me back to the time when I first brought her to my house. She was so shy, and when I saw her sleeping, she looked so innocent and peaceful. Then saw her rustling back and forth through the covers. She woke up and I couldn't help but daze into her beautiful brown eyes.

"I'm making breakfast, what do you want?" I asked

"Pancakes," Sam said in a chipper voice until she noticed that she didn't have anything to cover what Declan had done to her. She jumped out of her bed and ran into her room and I followed.

"Sam honey are you okay?" I asked

"Yeah mom, I just need a minute," Sam replied, and I knew she went to her room to cover the bruises and marks.