A/N1: Well it's up quicker than last time. I'm sorry for those who had to re-read my whole story just to recall what was happening. Thanks for all the reviews and follows they made my stressful day's a little bit brighter. My mush is brain...I mean my brain is mush, so there are most likely errors, my apologizes. Enjoy. :)
Sam hated awkward silences. Ugh say something Sam. Move that damn mouth of yours. "Sorry" she whispered.
Brooke's head snapped up with a shocked expression. "Uh, what?" Why the hell is she sorry.
"I said I'm sorry," Sam made sure this time she was clear.
"Why are you sorry?" Brooke was now extremely confused.
"I'm sorry you had to see me like this and rush to the hospital yet again because of me." If only she hadn't made that stupid call to Becca, she wouldn't be having this conversation with Brooke.
"Well apology, not excepted. There is no need to apologize Sam." Brooke stared at the side of Sam's face. "We were worried about you." Brooke paused before continuing. "I was worried Sam. It was like déjà vu." Brooke's voice finally cracked and a few tears started to spill their way down her face.
Sam heard the crack in the blonde's voice and brought her gaze to face her. Sam really didn't want to see Brooke crying, but she didn't know how to respond. Brooke wiped the wetness from her cheeks and tipped her head to the side before she spoke again. "Why?" her voice pleaded.
Sam looked away, feeling as if she looked Brooke in the eyes the girl would see what she was thinking. Brooke scooted the chair closer when she realize Sam was starting to throw up her defenses. The chair made a horrible scratching sound until it was close enough for Brooke to reach for Sam's hand.
Sam wanted so badly to snatch her hand back but she decided to just leave it limp as Brooke clasped onto it. She still couldn't bring her eyes up to meet the blondes.
"Sammy," there was a long pause. "Sam, where you raped?" the last word was barely a legible whisper, but Sam did hear it.
With her free hand Sam started to pick at a loose string in the hospital blanket. This is the last thing she wanted to talk about. She knew that Brooke was being patient, but she really wasn't sure if she could say it out loud. Her body still ached down there and the bruises on her wrist were her just dark visual reminders at what her mind was trying so hard to forget. As the memory started to seep back into her consciousness, she felt her mind retreat into itself.
Brooke continued to hold onto Sam's hand, but could tell that Sam was starting to retreat farther into herself. The next thing she knew Sam had snatched her hand away from Brooke and had brought her legs to her chest and started to rock back and forth.
"No, no, no" Sam started to mumble and she continued to rock. Brooke tried to put her hand on Sam's arm to calm her down but Sam swatted it away. This time tears were streaming down Sam's cheeks but her eyes continued to stay vacant. Brooke was scared to do anything and stood up almost knocking the chair over. The heart monitor hooked up to Sam was going crazy and that apparently got the attention of the nurses at the nurse station for three of them rushed into the room. Two of them approached Sam while the other one tried to talk to Brooke but she was looking past the nurse to the girl freaking out on the bed. Sam was starting to scratch at her wrist as if she was trying to pry something off. One of the nurses was trying to hold Sam's arms down against the mattress to keep her from hurting herself further while the other one started to put something into Sam's I.V..
After a minute, Brooke noticed that Sam's was starting to calm down and drift off. She then noticed that the nurse was asking her questions.
"What did you say?" looked down at the nurse who was much shorter than her.
"What happened?"
"Well, uh." She wasn't sure she should tell the nurse about the rape situation but also figured that most the nurses knew anyway. "I believe she was remembering the rape. She kept saying, 'No' over and over."
"Did she mention anything about it specifically?"
"No, I was trying to see if she would talk to me about what had happened, but I don't think she is ready," Brooke looked at Sam's calm form, seeing her like this, she was wondering if the mental breakdown actually happened. The only evidence that it did was the red scratches on her wrist, the nurses where applying bandages to the ones that were starting to bleed.
"Poor girl," the nurse whispered as she faced Sam. She then turned around to look at Brooke. "I don't mean to be rude but what is your relation?"
"She is my step-sister," Brooke replied. It was moments like this where she acknowledge that they were step-sisters and it reminded her how messed up it would seem if she were to tell Sam that she had feelings for her. She could just imagine if her and Sam did have a relationship, how that would affect their half-sister MacKenzie. She shook the thought trail from her mind the last thing she needed right now was to psych herself out.
"Okay you can stay then. I was going to ask you to leave if you were a friend because after what happened, I have a feeling that they are going to limit her visitors." The nurse smiled at her and gently gripped her arm, knowingly. "She will be fine, sweetie. It is quite common for victims to do this. It had nothing to do with you. It was bound to happen sooner or later." The nurse then left the room, passing Becca on the way out.
Becca walk up to Brooke with two water bottles. "What happened?" Becca had notice the three nurses leaving and that Sam was lying asleep with bandages on her wrists.
"I…" Brooke was unsure whether to start crying or answer Becca's question. Crying is what ended happening as the shock was starting to wear off and she started to feel all the emotions of what she had just witnessed. The repetitive 'no' that Sam was repeating was echoing in her head along with snap shots of Sam clawing at, what she could only guess as, invisible hands on her wrists.
Becca was trying to coax her into sitting down, which Brooke did without even realizing it. Becca was rubbing soothing circles on her back waiting for the Blonde to pull herself together enough to respond. After about 5minutes Brooke had finally calmed down enough to answer Becca's question.
"I asked her if she was raped?" Brooke took a deep breath before continuing. "She didn't answer me but started to rock back and forth mumbling 'no'. I tried to stop her but she started to get more violent. The monitors alarmed the nurses." Brooke looked at Becca. "She started to scratch at herself as if someone was holding her down." More tears started to break free but she quickly wiped at them before they could make their decent. "I don't know what to do?"
"The only thing you can do is be there for her, let her know that you will listen when she's ready to talk." Becca responded. "I'll stay here till Jane comes back, but then I should probably leave. It sounds like they don't want her to have visitors other than immediate family."
"In all honesty you probably are just as much family as any of us, considering that she actually let you in and pushed us all out"
"Okay, okay. If you wanted me to stay you could have just said so." Becca said with a hint of a smile.
Brooke couldn't help but smile back.
Becca held out a bottle of water. "You should probably rehydrate you lost a lot of fluids with the tears."
"Thanks" Brooke knew her voice even sounded hoarse from crying and was definitely in the need of water.
"So they sedated her then?" Becca gestured towards the brunette in the bed.
"Yeah, it was the only way they could settle her down and keep her from hurting herself." Brooke drank a sip of water. After a moment Brooke's eyes darkened with anger.
"I'm going to kill him," the harsh whisper echoed off the off-white walls of the hospital room.
Becca grabbed a hold of Brooke's hand in hopes that it would calm the blonde down. Instead the Blonde turned her attention from Sam to Becca.
"Who is this guy? You said Stacy knows him?"
"It is Stacy's brother Jack. What I don't understand is that Sam usually deals with Stacy or Trevor, Stacy's boyfriend. I wasn't even aware that she knew Jack. My guess she didn't want Stacy to find out because then it would get around to me. Jack and his sister don't get along. Jack is the only the supplier not the dealer." Becca was trying to figure out Sam's reasoning to go to Jack.
"Why would she go to him though," Brooke was realized that Becca just made more questions with her answer.
"My guess is she heard that Jack would spot people drugs if they didn't have the money upfront. The problem is that this must have been her second time asking because he decided to cash in on her payment in the form of sex."
"Wait, are you saying that she wasn't raped?" Brooke's voice was started to rise and anger saw shining in her eyes.
"No, I'm not saying that. She was definitely raped especially after how you told me she reacted earlier. My guess is that she agreed because she really needed a fix but once she said yes, she changed her mind. He of course still takes what he wants even if she said no, I'm going to assume he got her high so in his mind it doesn't matter what she says beyond agreeing to begin with."
"No is no, it doesn't matter if she was high and agreed, to begin with, she changed her mind. Has he done this before?"
"Yes, but some girls don't say no and the ones who do come to the realization that they would rather have the drugs then report the rape. If they do threaten him he just tells them no one will believe a junkie over him."
"Well when I get done with him he won't even be a man." Brooke's eyes were practically glowing with anger.
"Brooke, stop for a second," Becca squeezed Brooke's hand. "You should do nothing. Remember Sam needs to report it."
"I know, but it hurts to know that he is out there while Sam's in here suffering," Brooke let some of the anger dissipate.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, Becca spoke.
"So where is this MacKenzie, I've heard so much about?"
Brooke final broke out in a genuine smile. "She's with the sitter. I believe my father is going to pick her up after work," Brooke smile got bigger. "She has a lot of the same features as Sam. She probably will turn out to be a mini Sam."
"I doubt it. She will probably look like a mini Sam but I bet she will be a mini you personality wise." Becca nudged Brookes shoulder.
"Well I hope she isn't a mini me," Brooke winced.
Becca was confused, "Why?"
"I have many of my own demons and I don't want to see her having to deal with those types of demons." Brooke saw that Becca was still unconvinced so she decided to explain. "I've struggled with body issues for a good portion of my life. I was bulimic. I still struggle with it body issues every day. I really hope she has the self confidence that Sam has. Honestly it might be better if she is a Jane, a peacekeeper, because the last thing we need in the house is another alpha bitch. The two of us are already a handful for Jane and my Dad."
"Well I'm sure whatever person she is the most like it will be all the great qualities and if not she has great sisters to help her through everything." Becca chuckled, "and besides if she is an alpha bitch by that time I would hope you've moved out of the house, or do you plan on living with you parents for the majority of your adult life?"
"God I hope not," Brooke winced. "As much as I love Jane and my dad, I don't think I can deal with them being all up in my business, it already difficult since I turned 18, because to then I'm still a kid."
"Truthfully, they will be all in your business even if you move out. It's how you know that they care. My mom can't wait to kick me out but I know that for a fact she will call me 3 times a day or more. She already calls me 3 times a day to chat about the most random stuff, and I still live at home." Becca laughed.
Brooke smiled at that. She turned to look at Sam who now looked peaceful as she rested. Brooke reached over and took Sam's hand already deciding she was going to stay till Sam awoke.
A/N2: So I thought I would have more time to write this semester, but I was so very wrong. This is a hell of a semester, with project after project anytime I have to write I'm mentally too drained to write. I will continue to write but it will probably happen when I'm procrastinating, like now I should be studying for an electrical/lighting exam. Well until next time.