Rock Star Life
By: Karilicious123
Chapter 9: She Said Nothing
A week had gone by. Police reports had been filed. Bigger search parties had been made. Awareness had been spread.
A week had gone by. Police reports had become ineffective. Bigger search parties had become uninterested and had given up. Awareness had been ignored and unnoticed.
Sam had not been found.
Had she done it? Had she really escaped Tree Hill?
For the past week, the whole gang had stayed at Peyton and Lucas's house, for many reasons. For one, they needed to stay together to organize all of this and to come up with the most 'effective' plans to find Samantha, but for the most part, they all stayed together because they really just needed each other in times like these. They always have, and they always will.
It was about 2 o'clock and pouring rain outside, so the group decided to continue searching when the storm passed. They had been searching, almost non stop, for 24 hours a day, all week. Everybody was exhausted, sick with worry, frustrated, defeated, and desperately wanting to give up. But they didn't give up. They never complained either, because they were filled to the top with hope, faith, perseverance, and the desire to find what they were looking for.
Peyton was in the kitchen, making a late lunch for everybody. They didn't eat any meal on a regular clock. They ate whenever an obstacle, like weather, came up.
Mia was in her room. They searched together and had moments together, but they all took their alone time to think and to sort out everything.
Haley was in the opposite room (Haley and Mia had not really spoken since their incident at the reception) reading Jamie a story. They all had to put on a brave face for Jamie because he was only 5. It was too painful to tell him that his best friend was gone; possible forever.
Nathan and Lucas were combing through every newspaper for anything that might lead them to Sam. They were very alert these days. They paid attention to the news, the radio, the paper, and everything they usually brushed by.
Julian was beside Brooke, who as calling all the other people she knew that knew Sam, trying to see if they knew anything. Their whole section of town was all aware that Sam was missing, but Sam was a very introverted person, so sadly enough, not many people really cared.
Poor Brooke. Everybody was having a hard time with this, but Brooke really was having the hardest. This was her daughter. Her daughter who, never was told I love you from Brooke, felt like nobody loved her, was jealous of every person who clung to Brooke, and her daughter who needed a mother; a position that Brooke obviously failed at noting.
"Dammit." Brooke hissed as she slammed her phone shut for about the thirtieth time- today.
"No luck again?" Julian asked her, while rubbing her shoulder for comfort.
"Nope. Nobody even pays attention to her!" Brooke signed putting her head in her lap.
"We'll find her." Julian said calmly, hoping he could find a truth to back up his words with.
"What if we don't!?" Brooke cried.
"We will. You have to keep positive."
"I'm doing the best I can! Things have hit the bottom! They really can't get any worse!" Brooke cried, even though she knew that was a lie; things could be a lot worse.
Then, ironically enough, the lights flickered a couple of times, and then went out.
"Great." She scoffed.
"Shouldn't we have a spare generator somewhere, Luc?" Peyton hollered from inside the kitchen.
"Nope, that was it." Lucas said as he and Nathan came in the living room from upstairs, "But I can go get one."
"Yeah, I'll go too." Nathan said, desperate for an excuse to leave.
"Alright, but be careful. The storm is wild out there!" Peyton ordered sternly, "You getting hurt too is the last thing we need right now."
"Got it." They said as they left the house.
Nathan's Point of View*
Finally, I get to do something else besides look for Sam. Don't get me wrong; I will search to the ends of the earth until we find her, but I need a break. That house is so solemn and it is just too much to handle 24 hours a day right now.
I am angry at Sam. I hate saying this as well, but it is true. Everybody thinks that something bad really did happen to her, but I don't. I know, right in my gut, that she is just sitting at a friend's house, pouting about whatever it is that she is upset about, not even thinking once about what she is doing to us, or if she is thinking, she is just joking and gloating about 'what a scare' she is giving us. She can be so self absorbed sometimes. Again, I hate thinking this, you know, not really 100 percent knowing where she is right now, but it's true, and we all know it. I am just the only one who has the guts to really, and truly think it.
I don't want to find Sam. I want us to find her, but I don't want myself to find her because I know I will just blow up at her. I have so many emotions caught up inside me right now; most of them, sadly enough, are of rage. Rage towards Sam's act. Rage towards this whole mess. Rage to being cooped up in that house. Rage for everything going on right now! Plus rage I had bottled up for years before! I have to be strong for Haley and for Brooke and for Peyton and for everybody! I can't break at all! And I know; I just know, that the second I see Sam, if I am alone with her, I will completely bite her head off. I can't do that, but, uncontrollably, I will. I know it.
***
Lucas and Nathan were in the car driving slower than molasses to avoid skidding on the wet, slippery road, and to avoid an accident; like Peyton had ordered.
"Lucas, do you honestly think we'll find her?" Nathan softly, but sternly, asked quite abruptly.
"I think she is hiding and will come out on her own when she is ready too, but until then, no, I don't think we will find her on our own." Lucas replied.
"This whole thing is just stupid! I am getting angry at her! She needs to think about us! About her mother!" Nathan said, with a slightly raised voice.
"Well, she is angry at her mother. And my guess is that she isn't too happy with all of us either. Definitely not Mia." Then he turned to Nathan, "But getting angry won't solve anything."
Before Nathan could reply, they head a thump, a crash, and a pop, also known as the 3 worst sounds for a driver, in a hurry, in the rain, to hear; the sounds of a busted tire.
"Great! JUST GREAT!" Nathan yelled.
"Stop complaining, and get out here and help me push the car to the side of the road before more cars come!" Lucas yelled back, getting out of the car.
"WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF A DEAD PART OF THE CITY GOING TO A DEAD GAS STATION! NO ONE WILL BE HERE!"
"COME ON!" Lucas shouted.
So Nathan listened, and they both got out, in the pouring rain, and pushed Lucas's car out of the way, to the side of the road.
"There is a spare tire in the trunk." Lucas yelled through the rain.
"The tire is here, but there isn't anything to put it on with." Nathan yelled back, after searching the entire trunk.
"Well, there is a gas station about half a mile up. I'll go get some tools, while you stay here and watch the car." Lucas yelled.
"No, I'll go." Nathan protested.
"No, I'll go. I would hate to have you go further out of your way." Lucas sarcastically yelled.
Nathan became instantly ashamed of his actions, and did not take the protest any further, as Lucas started walking to the gas station.
Lucas's Point of View*
I have only one thing to say. Nathan is way out of line. That is is. I could ramble on and on, but that one sentence, truly says it all.
***
10 minutes later, the rain had stopped and Lucas had arrived at the gas station. There, the employee let him borrow a tool kit to fix his car. After he attained tool kit, he immediately started on his trek back to Nathan, but something slowed him down. A noise, to be specific.
As he exited the gas station, he began to hear a soft whimpering sound, that was clear, now that the rain had stopped. He realized that is was coming from behind the gas station, so he followed the sound, that defined itself as a soft, human cry, the closer he got to it. So Lucas, being the typical curious and adventurous Lucas, went back to check it out.
There, he found the source of the sound coming from a small ditch. The direct source, appeared to be a small teenage girl, covered in torn clothing, a thin layer of all around dirt, and a broken spirit, crying her eyes out.
"Hey," Lucas said to her, "Are you al-" Then he froze, immediately recognizing the girl. "SAM!" He yelled, jumping in the ditch to get near her. "Sam, are you okay? Did something happen!?" He asked her in a concerned tone of voice.
Sam acknowledged that Lucas had found her, and then retreated to a huddled up ball, where she continued to cry, silent this time.
"Sam, look at me," He touched her, and she shuddered away. "Did something happen to you?" Lucas asked sternly, instantly fearing the worst.
Sam weakly, and silently, nodded.
Lucas tried to grab her hand, but was rejected again, "Tell me what happened."
Sam shook her head no.
"You need to tell me. If something happened to you, we need to do something about it now."
Sam did not move, or even breathe.
"Will you talk to Brooke? I can call her and she can come up here."
"No. Don't call Brooke." Sam weakly insisted.
"Sam, if you can't tell me what happened, then I have to call someone that you can tell. I am worried and I need to do something right now." Lucas sternly, yet softly, said.
Sam just sat there, tears flowing in a heavy current out of her eyes.
Lucas stood up, stepped out of the ditch, confident that this time, Sam would not move, and whipped out his phone to dial Peyton.
Lucas's Point of View*
I was completely shocked. I hadn't even expected to find Sam, but I did. I did. Wow.
I knew something bad had happened to her. I could see it in her eyes. I had my suspicions of what had happened, and they weren't pretty. I played a variety of different, scary, scenarios in my head that could explain what might have happened, and I narrowed it down to one that I was, fearfully, certain had occurred. I couldn't breathe after I concluded that.
But I couldn't confirm it, because Sam had made it clear that she wasn't going to tell me what happened. I tried and tried, but she knew and I knew that we weren't getting anywhere, so I had to call someone she might tell. Therefore, guess who I called?
Peyton.
A tough one, right?
***
Hello?
"Peyton, it's me. Are you in a separate room away from everybody?"
No, but I guess I can be.
Peyton walked into her bathroom and locked the door.
What's up?
"I found Sam."
OH MY GOSH! HOW?! Peyton exclaimed in a loud whisper, as tears begun falling from her eyes. LET ME BE THE ONE TO TELL BROOKE, PLEASE?!
"No!" Lucas yelled on the phone. "Okay, Nathan and I were driving to get the generator, when we popped a tire. So, then, after a fight, I walked to the gas station to ge-"
Wait, why were you fighting?
"That's another story." Lucas scoffed, "Anyways, I walked to the gas station to get tools to fix attach the spare, since there wasn't any in the car. Then, when I was coming out, I heard this crying sound coming from the ditch behind the gas station, and Sam was in there, crying."
What happened?! Is she okay?!
"No." Lucas sadly said.
Do you know what happened?!
"No, but I can just tell that something is not right." Then he took in a deep breath, "She won't tell me what happened, so that is why I called you."
Why didn't you call Brooke?!
"Because she told me not to. That is the only thing she said to me, was 'no' when I asked her if she wanted me to call Brooke." Lucas said. "Look, you need to get down here and talk to her. If she is really hurt, we need to do something now."
Yeah, I'll be right there ! Peyton cried, Wait, I don't have a car. You have our car.
"Take Haley's."
But then she'll have to tag along because it is IMPOSSIBLE to lie to Haley.
"Fine, just hurry."
Yep, on my way!
Peyton cried as she hung up the phone, and opened the bathroom door just wide enough to motion for Haley to enter.
"I feel like I am 14 again. You know, sharing secrets in a bathroom." Haley sarcastically laughed.
"Haley, stop!" Peyton said with a serious face, "It's Sam."
"Sam, what about Sam?!" Haley exclaimed.
"Luc and Nathan found her !"
"OH MY GOSH! WHY AREN'T YOU TELLING EVERYONE!?!" Haley cried.
"Because she is trembling in a ditch on the outskirts of a gas station. Luc said something happened and she won't tell him, so he called me to come talk to her, but I need your car, so we have to go. Now! He's really worried. She hasn't spoken to him!"
"Well, then why are we still standing here! Let's go!" Haley exclaimed as they left.
They almost made it out of the door, when Brooke stopped them.
"Where are you going?"
"Uh, the boys broke down and they need us to help them with the car." Peyton said, satisfied that she did not completely lie to her best friend.
"And they need...both of you to do that?" Brooke asked suspiciously.
"That's what he said. Gotta go!" Peyton said as she and Haley rammed through Brooke to get through the door, not fully prepared for the emotionally draining afternoon that they were about to encounter.
***
While the girls were on their way, Lucas was desperately trying to get through to Sam, still.
"You know you can trust me too." He said softly, while trying to look her straight in the eyes.
Sam said nothing.
"I'm on your side; you can talk to me."
Sam said nothing.
"Are you hurt? Maybe I can help?"
Sam still said nothing.
I guess I'll just have to wait until Haley and Peyton come. Lucas thought. Please God, make them hurry.
***
Meanwhile, Nathan was still waiting, oblivious to the incident going on by the ditch, for Lucas to return with the tools to fix the car.
Maybe he is still mad? Nathan thought. Wait, no. This is ridiculous. I'm going to get him.
So Nathan started on his trek to Lucas and the gas station.
When he finally arrived, he saw Lucas sitting in a ditch. He did not recognize Sam; she just looked like an animal or something, to Nathan.
"Luc, are you oka-" THen his eyes flared.
"SAM!"
Sam did not look up with her face, but with her eyes only.
"Nice of you to show up, eh?" He scoffed. "What, did you have enough fun screwing with us?"
"Nathan, stop." Lucas hissed, knowing exactly what was going on. Nathan was about to lose it; big time.
"No. She needs someone to tell it to her like it is. She needs, for once, for someone to stop sugar coating everything for her. So, no, I will not stop!" Nathan yelled.
"Nathan! What are you doing?!" Haley yelled from behind. She and Peyton had just shown up. When they arrived at the gas station, they were directed immediately by the yelling to the scene.
Ignoring Haley, Nathan turned back to Sam, who was now fully looking up at him, "You don't get it, do you?! DO YOU LIKE FUCKING WITH US?! YOU WORRIED US SICK! ALL WE HAVE DONE FOR A WEEK IS LOOK ALL OVER THE FUCKING CITY FOR YOU! YOUR MOTHER HASN'T SLEPT ALL WEEK! NONE OF US HAVE!" Sam looked away from a raging mad Nathan.
"LOOK AT ME WHEN I AM TALKING TO YOU!" He yelled as Sam's eyes shot up at him, "YOU ARE SO SELFISH! YOU ONLY THINK ABOUT MAKING YOURSELF THE CENTER OF EVERYTHING! YOU SAY THAT NOBODY CARES AND THAT NOBODY LOVES YOU, WELL THIS IS WHY! BECAUSE YOU ARE SELFISH! YOU ARE SELFISH! YOU ARE SELFISH! YOU NEED TO JUST GROW UP AND GET OVER YOURSELF!"
"NATHAN! SERIOUSLY, STOP!" Lucas yelled at him.
"Now, WHY THE FUCK should I stop?" He yelled back at Lucas.
"Because she is hurt! Something happened to her Nathan! Can't you see it in her eyes!?" Peyton chimed in from behind.
"Aw poor baby! Are you hurt?" Nathan mocked. "She's fine, trust me." He scoffed.
Tears started pouring out of Sam's eyes.
"What? If you are so hurt, then tell me why!" He yelled again.
Sam just silently teared.
"TELL ME YOU UNGRATEFUL CHILD!"
Sam did not say anything. Her silence only further hid the pain.
"I should have known this was just another scam to get someone to care!" Nathan scoffed again.
"I..." Sam whispered.
"What?" He yelled.
"I...was..."
"Stop the drama."
"I WAS RAPED!" Sam yelled with all of the energy in her entire body, immediately breaking out in hysterics.
Well what do you know, Lucas was right.