HEY SORRY IT TOOK ME AWHILE TO POST THIS CHAPTER. WINTER SEMESTER JUST STARTED SO ITS BEEN A LITTLE CRAZY. I WANT TO THANK ALL OF YOU FOR YOUR REVIEWS AND MESSAGES. IT MAKES ME SMILE KNOWING I HAVE PEOPLE STILL INTERESTED IN MY STORY.
Sam was sitting in her car parked in Becca's driveway. She felt as if she had been having an out of body experience till she called Becca. Reality smacked her in the face and the tears broke free. Becca was on the other end and Sam was blubbering incoherently into the phone. She was pretty sure Becca didn't understand any of her explanation, but Becca said she was on her way then hung up. Sam was in hysterics. She dropped the phone onto the passenger's seat and picked up the vodka bottle. She unscrewed the cap and took a swig.
She saw the baggie of drugs peeking out of her purse and watched her hand pick it up. She hated all these feelings. Emotions ripped through her body. She felt disgusting. She wanted these emotions gone. She figured a few pills would be just enough. She popped three and downed them with some alcohol that burned at the back of her throat. Her mind was racing. She figured that the drugs weren't doing their job so she took a few more. With more drugs and alcohol in her body she finally felt herself calming down and relaxed into her seat.
The next thing she remembered was her name being yelled over and over and her body was being shacked. She opened her eyes a bit and saw Becca in her face with Brooke standing behind her.
"Hey Becca…Brooke," Sam smiled in her too calm state.
Becca and Brooke whipped into the driveway and exited the car quickly. Becca was the first one to reach the Sam's car. She opened the door and saw Sam. Sam looked as if she was sleeping.
"Sam?" Becca said in a calm normal pitched voice. She didn't want to startle Sam.
Sam didn't respond so Becca tried a little louder.
"Sam, wake up," Becca placed her hand on Sam's shoulder.
"Becca is that a vodka bottle in the drink holder?" Becca looked to the holder. The bottle had very little left in it.
The next thing she looked for was the drugs. She saw that Sam's left hand was clutching onto an empty bag. She pulled it from her grasp and looked at it. It was marked with Jack's dealer logo.
"God damn it, Sam." Becca then grabbed Sam and shook her violently. "Sam, open your fucking eyes! Sam!"
Sam finally opened her eyes slightly and looked at them and smiled. "Hey Becca….Brooke"
Becca held up the empty bag in Sam's face. "How many pills were in this bag?"
Sam squinted like she was trying to concentrate. Finally she spoke. "Can't remember."
"How did you get the money for them?" Becca knew that Sam already owed money and last she knew Sam had been clean out of drugs, Stacy had informed her.
Sam's eyes started to close. Becca shook Sam's shoulder's causing Sam to look at her and answer.
"Jack made me a deal, but then I changed my mind and said no. He told me I couldn't go back on the deal."
Sam closed her eyes again.
Becca forgot that Brooke was standing behind her, till Brooke spoke.
"Becca we need to get her to the hospital, now."
Becca mentally kicked herself she was too busy getting angry with Sam that the fact that Sam's was overdosing didn't really faze her.
"Shit, shit, shit, help me get her into my car," Becca locked her arms under Sam's armpits and pulled her out of the car. Sam was extremely light. She had lost a lot of weight since she started using drugs.
Brooke shut the car door. They both took one side of Sam and carried her to the car. Brooke got into the back seat and then Becca got Sam into the back. She got behind the wheel and reversed out of the driveway.
"Brooke, try to get her to open her eyes," Becca said as she got on route to the hospital.
"Brooke? Are you with me?" Becca looked into the rearview mirror and saw Brooke looking down at Sam, whose head was in her lap. "Brooke?"
Brooke was terrified. She was watching the one person she loves die right before her eyes. Sam didn't know her feels and might never know. Brooke wanted to cry and yell at Sam for being so stupid. Sam looked peace full resting in her lap.
"Brooke?"
Brooke broke out of her daze. "What?"
"Get her to open her eyes" Becca locked eyes with Brooke in the mirror.
"Ok," Brooke felt as if she was a child. She felt as if she was useless in this emergency situation.
Brooke lightly shook Sam and said her name loudly. Sam didn't respond.
"Fuck, Sam, open your eyes," Brooke started to freak out. "Becca she's not opening her eyes."
"Ok check for a pulse," Becca tried to stay calm.
"Oh God, Oh God," Brooke was about to grab an arm but realized that the neck would be a better place to check for a pulse.
She placed two fingers against Sam's neck. She felt a weak pulse or it could of just been her over active brain playing tricks on her.
"I think I felt a pulse, but it's weak," Brooke stated.
"We're almost there," Becca said as she drove ten over the speed limit.
Brooke grasped on to Sam's hand and that is when she realized the finger like bruises on Sam's wrist.
"Becca, how did Sam get the drugs again," Brooke asked as she lightly tracked over the fresh bruises.
"She said something about a deal and how even though she tried to back out of it Jack told her she couldn't. Why?" Becca looked at Brooke in the mirror.
"Sam has finger shaped bruises on her wrists. You said that she was hysterical and you couldn't understand her over the phone. You said that she was in trouble. Plus she took all the drugs for a reason right?"
"Oh God, that motherfucker…" Becca hit the steering wheel. She then turned into the hospital emergency entrance.
She drove up and a paramedic who was heading back to his vehicle approached them. Becca got out of her car.
"Miss, you can't park here this is for emergency vehicles only."
"Well this is a fucking emergency. My friend overdosed on a mix of painkillers and vodka," She opened the door to show him.
He saw Sam sprawled out in the back and ran to get a gurney and help. He came back out with a gurney and two nurses. They got Sam out of the car and onto the gurney. The paramedic and nurses raced her into the ER.
Becca caught up with one of the nurses.
"She might have also been raped before she overdosed, I think that is the reason for the overdose," Becca stated before they stopped her from going any farther.
Brooke was at reception filling out forms. She was going to join Brooke, but then the paramedic cut her off.
"Miss, I know that this is an emotional situation but you really need to move your car."
"Ok"
Becca walked past Brooke.
"I'm going to go park the car, but I'll be back," Becca followed the paramedic out to her car which was still running and had two of the doors wide open.
Brooke approached the nurse's station.
"Hello, how can I help you?" the nurse smiled up from her computer screen.
"I'm with the girl they just carted through here," Brooke said with little emotion. She felt as if this was all surreal. That none of this was happening. It was like dejavu. It's been less than a year since the accident but here she is again.
"Well, I need family to fill out forms for her, do you know their numbers," the nurse asked.
"I'm family," Brooke locked eyes with her.
"Are you immediate family?" the nurse looked at her skeptically.
"She my step-sister. Is that immediate enough?" Brooke answered back a little peeved.
"Ok well you can fill out some of the form like the basic stuff but I'll need one of your parents to come in and fill out the rest," She handed a clipboard to Brooke. Brooke filled out everything she could along with contact info and handed the board back to the nurse.
She sat down in an empty seat. She stared at a spot on the floor till Becca popped down in the seat next to her. She looked up at Becca.
"Sam was raped wasn't she," Brooke looked Becca in the eye making sure she got the truth out of Becca.
"It looks that way. Stacy said that Jack sometimes trades his drugs for sex and he doesn't like to be toyed with. If Sam said 'no' he might of just forced her," Becca looked away from Brooke and found the spot, that Brooke had found so interesting beforehand.
They sat in silence for a few more seconds both concentrating on the floor when Brooke finally broke down. She was crying and getting angry with herself for not seeing Sam's pain. People all around the waiting room were looking at Brooke who was scolding herself and balling at the same time.
"How could I be so blind, I mean I knew that Sam wasn't herself but tragic accidents could do that to people. I figure that if she wanted to talk she would. I'm so stupid. Maybe if I told her about my feelings she could of come to me for help," Brooke was going on and on.
Becca saw all the stares they were getting so she pulled Brooke into a hug.
"It's not your fault," was all Becca could say, but it was indirectly Brooke's fault. It was Sam's bottled up feelings for Brooke that did it plus the final push over the edge, which was completely Jack's fault.
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