Julian woke up and heard Brooke in the shower. Today was Monday, but they had decided that Sam would stay home from school and go with Brooke to work. He got up, put on his clothes, and headed towards Sam's room.

To Julian's surprise Sam was awake. Her eyes were blood-shot and she looked beyond tired.

Sam was writing in her notebook and listening to music.

"Samson did you sleep at all?"

Sam looked at him and sheepishly answered, "I couldn't sleep. I'm sorry."

Julian smiled and sat next to her, "Don't be sorry. But if you couldn't sleep why didn't you come to our room?"

"I didn't want you and Brooke to worry. I can handle it."

"Sam, I never said you couldn't honey. But you're the child and mom and I are the adults. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but I remember Brooke telling you that you could come to us for anything. That's still true. Okay?"

"Yeah. I know." Sam simply responded. She got up and made her way to her closet. Hoping that Julian would get the signal to leave.

Julian got the impression that Sam really wanted to let what happened yesterday go, but this was her way of repressing it all. He sighed slightly,

"Sam you're going to work with your mom today."

She stopped looking for clothes and turned to Julian, "I'm fine! I can go to school. What about Jack!?"

Julian stood up, "Don't worry about Jack. He can come over later. But we don't want you at school today. You can just relax baby, it'll be good for you."

Sam rolled her eyes and scoffed. Julian gave her a "don't test me" look, "Sam that's final. I mean it."

He walked towards her and gave her a kiss on the cheek, "Love you Sweetie. I gotta head in early today. Be good. Call me if you need anything."

Sam was frustrated. All she wanted was to forget. That's why she didn't sleep because she'd have to deal with the nightmares that came along with it. She sighed and trudged her way back to the closet.

Brooke knocked on Sam's door.

"umm Come in." she said through the other side.

She opened it and Sam frowned at Brooke's presence.

"What's wrong?"

Sam rolled her eyes, "You're all dressed up." She mumbled. "More than usual…you have a business meeting today, don't you?"

Brooke gave her a confused look, "Well, yeah I do. It's gonna to be at the headquarters of Style magazine. They just want to talk about business with B. Davis. It won't be long."

"Come on! Can I just stay home? I'm gonna be bored out of my mind!" Sam said crossing her arms.

Brooke shook her head in disapproval, "No Sam. I know you. You're not just gonna stay home. You'll find some reason to leave this house. Besides you're grounded remember? The rule was you're with me or Julian at all times."

Sam scoffed, "Are you kidding me!? Can't you trust me?"

"Sammy I'm not getting into this right now. You're coming with me and afterwards we're gonna have to talk. Okay?"

"You always want to talk." Sam retorted.

"Sam, Julian told me you didn't sleep. We have to talk about what happened."

"I don't want to talk about it." Sam answered seriously.

Brooke watched her trying to find the answer in Sam's movements,

"You're sleeping in my room , or I'm sleeping here today. I need to make sure you sleep." Brook said after a long pause.

"Ugh! Whatever. I guess I have no say in this anyways." Sam said as she put on her shoes.

Brooke stared at Sam and just sighed as she went back out. Even after the most emotional of experiences Sam found a way to express nothing but a front.

Once at the headquarters Sam was doing everything to show her unwillingness to be there. She dragged far behind her mother. And rolled her eyes as people stopped to talk to Brooke.

"And who is this beautiful child?" One woman mused as she looked at Sam

Sam smirked rudely and Brooke pinched her, "Ow!" she whispered fiercely.

The woman's smile faded.

"She's my daughter, Sam. Excuse her. She's not having a very good day." Brooke said, trying to save the conversation.

The woman nodded, "Well it was a pleasure either way!"

As the woman walked off, Brooke pulled Sam to the side,

"Samantha. I know you don't want to be here. And I know you've been through hell these past few days, but you bet your ass that you're gonna make the effort to be civil. Got it? Just sit on that couch. It'll only be an hour." She whispered annoyed.

"Yeah, yeah. I got it, fine." She said lackadaisically

As Sam sat down, she realized she hadn't brought her phone. Wait, she remembered that they had taken her phone. "Damn it" she said semi-loudly.

The receptionist gave her a reprimanding look. She sunk into the couch, "Sorry." She said. Sam was finding it harder and harder to stay awake. Slowly she began to drift to sleep.

… … … …

Sawyer wanted to walk to school today. She planned on leaving as her parents were eating breakfast. When she walked out of her room she just saw her dad. He looked at her from the corner of his eye. Sawyer looked down and walked straight to the front door.

"Sawyer you're coming to school with me. Come over here."

Sawyer stopped, took a deep breath, and begrudgingly walked towards her father. She stopped halfway. Her dad was sitting down on the couch.

'Oh no. He wants to talk.' She thought to herself.

Lucas was losing patience, "Soy, sit down I said."

"umm I'm fine where I am. Can we just go now?"

"Sawyer do I have to come and get you like when you were a little girl?"

She swallowed too reluctant to move. She hated when she was little and in trouble, Lucas would have to pick her up from the spot where she stood, refusing to get scolded, or else she would never move. The same thing was happening now.

He stood up, "Alright fine. I guess that's a yes."

He went over and picked her up, holding her like a child. Sawyer felt herself turning red with embarrassment.

SMACK

"Ouch, dad!" Sawyer yelled, not expecting the sharp spank.

"Next time, you do as I say." Lucas said, putting her down on the couch.

Usually Lucas was so loving and a little nervous around her, but Sawyer wasn't used to him being so vindictive.

"Fine, okay!" she said red-faced.

Lucas sat down, "Soy, you know the terms to your punishment. You can't just leave the house."

"I'm sorry. I just, well I"

Lucas stopped her, "You just didn't want to deal with me or your mother. You've stayed in that room the whole weekend. We told you to come out when you were ready to talk."

Sawyer looked at him pleadingly, "Yeah but you and mom want me to give up cheer! I'm not going to!" she said defiantly

"Oh really? Who's the child in this situation Sawyer?" he said with a growing anger.

"I am. But-"

"No buts! And who's the adult?"

"You are. But dad please hear me out!"
"Sawyer! No. You lost our trust and that's that."

"Dad! Everyone messes up."

Lucas tried to keep it together, "Sawyer, you are fourteen years old. Do you understand that? You went to a party, got drunk, and sure maybe if you had called us and were honest about it, then this situation would probably be different. But NO, you couldn't handle it and Sam had to step in to take care of you. It just shows how young and naïve you still are."

"Whatever." Sawyer said looking down.

He got up, "Sweetie I'm sorry. I know you really like cheer. But it's not up for discussion. Come on let's go."

He was going to wrap his arm around her but she shrugged him off.

"Fine. Come on I don't want to be late" He said.

… … …

"Come over her sweet stuff!"

The stranger's already rancid breath grew ten times stronger.

"Let go of me!" Sam yelled

He took off his shirt and began unbuckling his pants. Suddenly his eyes turned a blazing red and they pierced through her.

"Stop it!"

"No!" the man yelled back.

The receptionist heard Sam's whispers turn louder and louder. She went up to her,
"Sweetie, wake up." She gently shook her.

"You're all mine!"

Sam heard a gunshot and the man fell on top of her. His heavy body didn't let her breathe.

"Get off me! Get off me!"

Out of nowhere the same man, like the one on top of her, towered over Sam,

"Where's your mommy now Sam? Not here to save you!"

Sam couldn't free herself, "Stop it, NO! BROOKE!"

Her cry grew as the man grew taller and taller, "BR-MOMMY! MOM!"

"She ain't here!" he grunted. "You're a slut! A whore like Rebecca."

"I'm not, you're a liar!" she yelled

"Breathe Sweetie! Come on….wake up. It's a dream." The receptionist said quietly. She realized she was getting no where and Sam was becoming more frantic. When Sam started calling for her mom, the receptionist resigned and reluctantly went to bother the business meeting.

She carefully opened the door and stood on the edge waiting for an opportunity to talk. Her urgency was showing through her averting eyes. She saw Brooke, who was engrossed in the presentation the Style editors were presenting her.

"Umm excuse me." The receptionist said quietly

Everyone looked at her,

"Ms. Davis?" she said hesitantly

They turned back to face Brooke. She saw the exigency in the receptionist's eyes.

"What's wrong?" Brooke asked her.

"Umm your daughter is calling for you."

Brooke frowned, " Well tell her she'll have to wait until I'm done." She said slightly annoyed at the interruption.

The receptionist tried again, "Ms. Davis I don't know what's wrong, it looks like she's having a nightmare and she called for you."

Brooke instantly felt a rush of angst, "Excuse me for a second, I am so sorry."

They all shook their heads understandingly as she quickly walked out.

Brooke heard the frantic whispers coming from Sam.

"Sam, honey wake up." She said as Sam mumbled on,

"Leave me alone please! You're a liar!"

Brooke sat her up and rubbed her back. Sam's eyes opened in the midst of her last cry, "I'm not a slut!"

Brooke rubbed her arm and she continued.

"I'm not a slut mom! I'm NOT, I swear!" she cried, not caring for the stares of the people passing by.

"No. You're not a slut baby. I know." Brooke assured her, although confused herself.

"I'm not. I'm not!"

"I know Sam. I know. You're not a slut. It was a nightmare Sammy." She said once again hoping her reiteration would help Sam calm down.

"I wanna go home Brooke! Please. Please." She pleaded as she hugged Brooke.

"Sammy, I'm sorry you had a nightmare. None of it is true. Okay?"

Sam nodded, "Brooke let's leave please!" she said once more.

Brooke sighed and pulled her away, "Sweetie hang tight for just a little bit more. I have to go back in there."

"No mom, please! I don't wanna be here anymore!"

Brooke wanted to fulfill Sam's request, but this meeting was important for her and the rest of the employees at the company, "Sam, I'm sorry. But I need you to wait. Okay? This is important, but I promise we'll talk right after."

Sam saw the curious glares from the spectators in the lobby. She felt embarrassed, "But Brooooke, please." She implored in a whisper.

Brooke stood up, "Sam just wait a little bit more. I'm sorry."

She gave her daughter a smile and went back into the meeting feeling slightly guilty.

Sam sunk into the sofa, angry that she couldn't just leave.

She watched as Brooke went in. Once out of sight Sam left and went outside. The receptionist caught her just as she was leaving, "Excuse me, where do you think you're going?" She asked her.

Sam scoffed, "What's it to you?"

"Your mom told me to keep an eye on you."

"Well tell her I went for a walk. And I definitely don't need a babysitter."

Sam left out the front door.

'Damn kids." The receptionist thought.

… … … …

"Hey Soy, what's up? Is Sam with you?" Jack asked.

"She didn't come today." Sawyer responded meekly.

Jack felt concern, "Saywer, what's wrong?"

She looked at him teary-eyed, "I had to quit cheerleading." The tears started to come out.

Jack pulled her in for a hug, "It's okay Soy. You'll find something else. I'm sorry."

Sawyer pulled back, "It's not your fault. It's my parents. They're so mad at me. My mom's pissed and doesn't want to even look at me. And my dad, well my dad, still thinks I'm five years old. Can't handle "his little girl" messing up. They just don't get it."

"Parents suck, don't they?" said a strange voice from behind Jack.

"Justin?" Sawyer said in amused sadness. Jack frowned with obvious displeasure.

"Hey Sawyer. I just couldn't help but notice how sad you were and I thought that such a beautiful girl should never feel pain."

Sawyer's smile gushed through. Jack just nodded his head,

"I'm gonna go Sawyer."… "Be careful." He whispered in her ear.

Sawyer disregarded him and gave her attention to Justin.

He flashed his teeth, "So you feelin' a little down?"

She frowned, "Yeah. But you sure are making me feel better."

Lucas was walking down the hallway and spotted Sawyer and Justin. His pace quickened and he felt his blood boil, 'Oh Hell No." He thought.

"Sawyer." He called her.

"Oh No." She said shrinking in her skin.

"What's wrong?" Justin asked.

She didn't want to say it, but she had to if she wanted a chance with him, "It's my dad. He's coming."

Lucas reached the both of them. He glared at Justin.

"Sawyer remember you're staying at my office for lunch. Got it?"

"Fine." She mumbled

"Did you bring your medicine so I can give it to you before you eat?" He asked

"Yeah I did, and I can take it myself. I don't need your help." She said annoyed.

He smiled and then gave her a kiss on the cheek. "See you soon." He said.

Sawyer blushed furiously.

When he left Justin laughed, "Soy, your dad is Mr. Scott?!..I didn't know that!"

"Yeah he is…unfortunately."

Justin noticed the embarrassment, "Hey you wanna come with me to the parking lot? Miss a class and chill out for a sec."

Sawyer thought about it and decided to go. In her eyes, the situation couldn't get any worse. 'Screw it.' She thought.

They sneaked to his car in the parking lot. He turned to her,

"You wanna feel super relaxed?" he asked

Sawyer hesitated, "Umm yeah. I guess."

"Take some of this then." He extended his arm and opened his palm. Sawyer's eyes widened.

Sorry for the wait guys! Here you are! Keep on reviewing :D. So what do you think? Is Sawyer acting out? Was Brooke insensitive? Write whatever you'd like!