Sam's POV
I saw the time on the clock and I'd remembered that I texted Declan to meet me in my room in the morning. As I rushed into my room, I noticed that he was sitting in my chair and upset.
"Sam honey are you okay?" My mom asked
"Yeah I just need a minute," I replied making sure that she'd left
"What took you so long?" Declan demanded
"I just woke up, I had nightmares," I explained
"Oh, I'm really sorry about yesterday," he said
"I know, its okay babe," I said
"No, it's not and I keep hurting you, I just can't control myself," Declan said trying to whisper
"But it was my fault, I shouldn't have grabbed you, I know it's because of your dad," I tried to reason with him
"Yeah, but I want to repair our relationship, I think we should go to couple's therapy, and I should try to get help with my anger issues," Declan said
"Okay, but I don't think I'm allowed to see you anymore," I tried to say before he cut me off
"WHAT!" Declan yelled loud enough for Brooke to hear
"Is everything alright in there Sam?" Brooke asked again
"Yeah," I said
"I heard voices, is anyone in there with you?" Brooke asked and she was onto me
"No, I'm just trying to get dressed," I explained
"Okay," Brooke responded and I thought she'd gone away, but then I heard the door opening and before I knew it she was inside my room and could see Declan.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Brooke yelled at Declan
"I came to talk to Sam to clear things up," Declan explained sympathetically
"Oh, after you give her the black eye, or the busted lip, or the bloody nose, then you want to talk rationally, GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Brooke yelled and grabbed him.
She should've known better to grab him, the proof was on my face, and there before anyone could say or do anything, Brooke was on the floor. Declan had slapped her and balled up into the corner. The last time he'd tried that with his dad, he ended up in the hospital. Everyone knew not to grab him, even if it was for something important. I helped Brooke up, and then she stood shocked by the fear on Declan's face. He was paralyzed in the mind of a child. For that moment, he was a child defenseless against the beating from his father.
"What's wrong with him?" Brooke asked
"He's having a flashback," I tried to tell her since I'd known from experience
"Of what?" Brooke asked
"When he tried to protect himself from his dad," I said agitated
"What'd his dad do to him?" Brooke said still wearing the puzzled look
"His dad beat him a lot, and one time, Declan tried to stand up for himself, he punched his dad in the face, and then ran to his room to hide in the closet. His dad followed him, and he ended up in the hospital," I said and then motioned towards Declan who was still clammed in the corner, crying and shaking back and forth. "Declan, it's me Sam."
"Sssam," Declan cried
"Yeah, I'm right here," I explained and tried to pull him off the floor
"No, please don't hurt me dad," he cried out pushing my arms away
Brooke stood in shock of what his father had done to make him so scared and frightened to come out of that position. She now understood him and everything he's been through, and no matter how mad she was at him for hurting me, she was even more sympathetic to his situation. It took Declan 10 minutes to open up again.
"I'm so sorry," Declan cried out to my mom
'No sweetie, it's alright, I just need you to calm down for me," Brooke said
She watched as I held Declan in my arms on the floor. We took him into the living room to sit him down until the doorbell rang. Brooke opened the door, while Declan and I were laid out on the couch and me caressing his hair.
"Wait, what's going on here?" Peyton demanded for answers
"Come outside for a minute," Brooke gestured and I could still hear from a distance
"I found that he was in Sam's room, and I told him to get out. I grabbed him by the arm, to drag him out myself, when he flinched and slapped me. It happened so quick, but when Sam helped me up, I saw him cuddled in the corner of her bedroom. He looked so scared and innocent, and I found out that his dad put him in the hospital, when he tried to fight back," Brooke explained without pauses
"Wow," Peyton stood in shock
"P. Sawyer, what am I going to do? I mean he hit Sam, and I hate him for that, but I see where he gets it from and I don't know how to help them. For all I know, if they stay together, the attacks could probably kill Sam, if he doesn't get help, or his dad might kill him first," Brooke rambled
"I don't know B. Davis, but it sounds to me like you need help," Peyton pointing out the obvious
"I know that's why I'm asking you, what should I do," Brooke said
They entered the house and realized that Declan was back to normal, at least the good normal.
"I see you're okay," Brooke pointed out
"Yes, I'm so sorry Ms. Davis, I didn't me-" Declan was cut off by his cell phone
"Yeah, I'm over my friend's house. But I can't today. I'll be there as soon as I can." Declan said over the phone.
"Who was that," I asked
"My dad, so I really have to go, or you know what'll happen," Declan said before trying to run off, but was stopped by my mom.
"Hey where are you going?" My mom asked
"I have to go, my dad is waiting," Declan said in a hurry
"Can't you be a little late, we have to talk," Brooke added
"I'm sorry Ms. Davis for all the trouble, but I really have to go before I get into trouble. Sam remember what we talked about…I was serious, I want to change for you," Declan said sweetly before exiting the house.
"What did you guys talk about?" Peyton asked
"He thinks we should go to couples therapy and he'll go to anger management classes to get help, especially after what happened yesterday," I explained noticing that they were focusing on the bruises that I forgot to cover up. "What are you guys looking at?"
"Oh Sam, I know that you love him, but look at what he's done to you," Brooke said about to break into tears. Then she motioned me to the mirror inside my room. As I looked in the mirror, I could see the marks done at the hands of Declan. I hated my body and what he'd done to me, but I wasn't going to give up on him. That's when I felt Brooke taking off my shirt to see the rest of the marks herself.
"Ohh sweetie," Brooke gasped in horror
I guess she'd seen the huge burn mark on my back and the scratches. Then she quickly transitioned her face towards the mirror, where she noticed a fist mark on my stomach.
"When did this happen, it looks new," Brooke said and I knew she wasn't stupid enough for me to say a while ago
"Two weeks ago," I said looking away from my hideous body, most of these marks were new
"Why'd he do it?" Brooke asked and I tried to walk away to avoid the question, but she blocked the doorway
"Because…" I couldn't finish
"Because what Sam, you can tell me anything," Brooke pressed
"Because I'm pregnant!" I screamed out
"You're what?' Brooke stammered
"I'm pregnant, remember the incident I told you about a month ago," I said and Brooke nodded. "Well I told you that he didn't use protection, and when I told him 2 weeks ago, he exploded. He told me that I needed to get an abortion." I cried
"It's okay honey, did you get an abortion?" Brooke wondered
"No, I had, I had a miscarriage, the impact of the hit was too much on the baby," I said crying louder
"Did you go to the hospital?" Brooke with more questions than answers
"No, I couldn't," I said
"Why?"
"Because I didn't want you to know, I knew the insurance company would call you and then the police, once the doctors saw the bruises," I explained
"Well, I'm taking you right now, because it can be very dangerous," Brooke said
We got dressed and headed to the car, when I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I fell to the ground and tossed and turned. The pain was getting worse, and then I gasped for air. Brooke had rushed to my side and called for an ambulance.
"Brooke… I-I can't breathe," I said with my last breaths
In that moment, everything went to black. I woke up in a hospital bed.
"Mom, where am I?" I asked frightened
"You're in the hospital, baby get some rest," Brooke suggested
"No, what happened?" I demanded
"You had a heart attack Sam, they said it was due to the stress of the pregnancy, then the miscarriage and then the beatings," Brooke explained
"Oh okay," I said blankly without emotion
"Aren't you the least bit sad about the miscarriage," Brooke added
"No, its not the fir-" I stopped before I said anything damaging
"What were you going to say?" Brooke asked
"Nothing, just forget about it," I said
"No answer me," Brooke yelled
"It's not the first time I had a miscarriage!" I yelled