Chapter 9
Silas sighs to himself. He gets up and goes over the fireplace to look at a picture of Sam and Danny. "Ok Silas, here goes nothing." Silas thinks to himself. "You want to know about me? Well…where do I begin?" "Hopefully at the beginning." Sam says as Silas smiles to himself. "Ok…like you already know it's always just been me and my brother. We don't have any other siblings. He wasn't always the demented person you met Samantha." Silas starts. "Well I could kind of tell that from the way he treated me when he thought I was Livvie." "Anyways, we always protected each other. That's how we made it thru our childhood." "You make it sound like your childhood was horrible." Sam states. "It wasn't always roses and gumdrops." Silas says as Sam rolls her eyes. "We were all each other had. Our mother did her best to take care of us. She was a nurse. That's where I got my love of medicine from. But even she couldn't fully protect us from…him…" Silas says sitting back down.
"Him? Who's him?" Sam asks. Silas looks off in a daze. The one thing in the world he hated talking about more than his brother was the man who was supposed to love and protect them. His father. "Silas? Who's this him you're talking about?" Sam asks. "Him… (Takes a deep breath) our father. God if wanted the epitome of a devil on earth it was him." "He couldn't have been that bad." Sam says as Silas glares at her. "You don't know…that man was every bit of hell on earth. Caleb…that was his name. He was a drunk, abusive son of a bitch…sorry…" Silas says looking at Danny. "Yea…I think it's time for somebody's nap." Sam says as she gets Danny out of his playpen. "Si. Si!" Danny whines pointing at Silas. "Don't worry buddy. I'll still be here when you wake up. And then we can play all you want." Silas says rubbing Danny's head lying on Sam's shoulder. "I'll be back." "I'll set up lunch while you do that." Silas says as Sam heads upstairs.
Silas starts laying out the food on the table by the balcony door. "It has started Si. You start telling her about our dear old daddy and she's basically in." Stephen's voice says inside his mind. "Don't listen to him. You're doing what you need to do. Sam needs to know everything." Livvie's voice comes along. Silas shakes his head trying to clear it. "I don't need this right now." "You don't need what?" Sam asks coming off the stairs. "Oh…ummm…I don't need these chopsticks." Silas laughs nervously. "Well pass them because I want them." Sam says playfully snatching them out of his hand. "Question. Whose food is this?" Silas pointing to the extra plate of food. "Rafe's. For when he comes home." Sam says taking a bite of her food. "Oh." "Continue, if you want." "Well, like I said my father wasn't really a father. When he wasn't drunk, he was abusive. Physically, emotionally. And it didn't matter who it was. My mother and I got the brunt of it, mostly because Stephen was really young. But when he got up there in age he started on him too. I remember one day coming home from school and walked in the door and all I can see is mama laying on the ground curled up in a ball. I couldn't even move…" Silas trails off and looks at Sam who is staring attentively. He takes a drink and continues. "Stephen came in behind me and saw mama there and we heard Dad coming down the hall yelling "Boys! Get the hell in here and shut the door!" He comes out with a bloody hand and all I could do was run to mama and try to get her up off the floor."
"How often did this happen." Sam asks. "Daily starting my freshman year of high school. I guess he figured he would do that because Stephen and I were getting big enough to fight him back. Mainly Stephen. I can't even count how many fights between them two I had to break up. Both of us going to school with bruises and black eyes. Everybody suspected Stephen to have them. By that time he started acting out in school. But me? That caused a problem so the school called Social Services. When mama found that out I think that was the last straw." Silas says. "So what happened? Did your mama fight for custody? Did she leave him and take ya'll with her?" "The day Social Services came to our house she took us in the room, my dad was passed out drunk, and she sat us down and told us she loved us but she was going to have to leave us. She then walked out into the front room where dad was. She started yelling at him but he wasn't paying attention. So we saw her walk past the room, we heard a room door close. And that's when it happened." Silas ended abruptly.
"What? What happened?" Sam asks as Silas looks away, fighting back tears. Sam stretches her hand across the table to Silas' He looks down and looks up at Sam. "It's okay Silas. You've told me enough to satisfy me today." Sam jokes. "I want to finish it…there was pause. Like everything got quiet. Then all of sudden…POW!" Silas exclaims as Sam's eyes grow wide. "I got up and ran to the room. The door was locked but Stephen followed me so we broke the door and there she was. Lying in a pool of blood. She killed herself…to escape my father." Silas says pounding his fist on the table. Sam gets up, still holding on to Silas' hand and makes her way around the table to him. She stands in front of him and strokes his face. "Samantha..." Silas says into Sam's hand. "That's enough…you don't have to continue. But just know what happened and everything helped you become the man you are today." "You mean the arrogant self centered jerk?" Silas says sarcastically. "No…the brilliant doctor that you are. You went into medicine to honor her, and I believe she's very proud of you." Sam smiles. Silas didn't know what to say next. No one had ever done that before. Take his pain and turn it into a blessing in disguise.
He looked up Sam who was still running her free hand through his hair. "How…how could you get that out of that mess?" Silas questions. "Well I have learned that everything negative that happens in your life doesn't have to stay that way if you want." Sam says as she sits in Silas' lap. Silas froze as she started to rub his arm. "When my brother died I thought my world was over. But then I found my family that I have now. I felt the same when Jason died but then I realized he left me something special. He left me Danny. I mean hell, when we met each other it was basically the most frustrated I have been. But look at us now. We are having lunch at my house." Sam laughs as she takes his hand again. Silas looked at her in amazement. Never had he met someone that could bring him to life with just one smile. That could turn the darkest of days into a ray of light. He couldn't take it anymore. Silas dove into her. Electricity went through her as he kissed her lips. She didn't realize how bad she wanted to feel her lips against his until it happened. Silas deepens the kiss as he takes her in his arms and stands up. "Samantha…" Silas whispers against her lips. She looks at him with hazy eyes as he takes her into the living room and to the couch. He lays her down as she pulls him with her. "Samantha…I could forget the world and get lost in you…" "What's stopping you…I'm right here." Sam says kissing him. "Lose yourself. Let go…" Sam whispers as Silas stars placing soft kisses down her neck. He pulls away and looks into her eyes. Those deep, dark ebony eyes that got darker as the desire for him built. She pulls him back in for a dangerous kiss.
Things start getting heavy when an image flashes across Silas' mind. He stops and looks down at Sam. "You're finished Silas. She's done broke you." Stephen's voice speaks. "No…no…" Silas says as he gets up. "Silas what's wrong? What happened?" Sam says looking at him confused. "We can't do this…we shouldn't be doing this…" Silas says walking to the door. "Silas wait…" Sam walks after him and stops him before he could open the door. "Silas please…" Sam says as he looks back at her. He felt every bit of hurt and confusion Sam was feeling at the moment and it wrecked him on the inside. "Samantha…I can't do this…not right now…I can't…" Silas starts to say as Sam rubs her hand up his chest. "Please…stay…" "I can't…I'm sorry. I have to go. Say hey to Rafe for me." Silas says as he leaves in a hurry. Sam just stood there looking at the empty hall in shock. She couldn't figure out whether to cry out of hurt or scream out of frustration. "Maybe next time Sam…maybe next time." She says to herself as she shuts the door.