Questions? Comments? Suggestions? it's all welcome. tell me what i'm doin wrong, and i'll try an fix it. also, does anybody watch CSI-Miami? that was random, i know. well, anywho, review guys and thanks for stickin with it.
Sam was driving home from the police station. They had no real evidence to hold her but they did request that she stay close. She of course agreed and with a final glare in Tasha's direction, she left. Now, she's sitting in her car, outside her home thinking over the past few years of her life. So much changed from the time she was twelve up to now. Sam was ashamed to say that even now, at twenty four years old, she wasn't exactly sure where her life was headed. All she knew is deep down that she did in fact have something to do with Ashleigh's kidnapping, she was just unsure what. Removing her seat belt and giving one more heavy sigh, she made her way inside her house and looked around the entry way. She threw her keys down on the table and made her way to the kitchen. She had a rather large home for just one person to live in and she admitted that it did get a tad lonely from time to time. She grabbed a ham sandwich, always her favorite, and made her way to the living room. She flopped down on her sofa and turn on the television set. Not long after finishing her sandwich she was asleep and peaceful was the farthest thing from description.
"Sam? What's wrong?" her father questioned. She glared at him and clenched her fists tightly.
"I know." she ground out through clenched teeth. She felt a headache just from the force of her jaw clenching but it was all she could do to keep her control.
"What?" he asks genuinely surprised. He had no idea what his youngest daughter was talking about but he had a feeling it would be bad.
"I know you're not my father." she says. "I know that my name is Samantha Puckett, not Shay. I know that I didn't live with you the first three years of my life and I'm not sure why. I also know, that in the twelve years I've lived, I've called three men Daddy. Three men." she paused. "You wanna tell me what the hell is goin on here? Cus it'd be nice to actually know somethin' for a change." she asked. Her father sighed.
"You're right. I'm not your biological father, no. But I feel like you're my daughter. Just as much as Carly." he answered. "Your parents died when you were about three and your uncle, Devon, took you in. Well, a short time later, he was taken to jail, I'm not sure why, and he asked me to adopt you. I've known Devon for years, he's like a son or a...a nephew of a sort to me so I agreed. You remember? You came to live with me a little after you turned four?" he asked. Sam eyed him for a few minutes before sitting down in a near by chair.
"You wanna tell me the truth now?" she inquired. He examined her face for long minutes before sighing. "Alright, lets try a different question. Why the fuck did he take me from my family?" she then asked. Her 'father' rolled his eyes.
"Don't use that language with me Samantha." he warned.
"Fuck you, I'll talk to you however I want until you give me some answers!" she yelled getting in his face. He stood calmly.
"No. you. Wont." he enunciated each word to convey his point.
"I'll go to the police. It wont take much to get an investigation goin. You know it, I know it, you'll loose everything. Kidnappin is a crime ya know." she threatened.
"I didn't kidnap you."
"But you know who did and you haven't said nothin bout it for years. It's been over a decade and my mother thinks I'm god knows where doin who knows what and who. That's a serious charge." she replied evenly.
"I know where to find your real family. I will have your mother killed if you go to the police about this." he retorted. She scoffed.
"Liar."
"Your uncle Devon disappeared, so can she. I can make things happen. Don't. Tempt me." and with that he walked away.
"Bastard." Sam muttered.
"Somethin up kiddo?" Spencer questioned. Sam shook her head.
"Nah, just confused about some thoughts." she replied walking away.
Sam woke with a start and eyed her living room. Morning had crept up on her and the warm sun was shining in her face through an open curtain. She blinks several times before standing and stretching. Making her way upstairs to shower, she shakes her head trying to remember more of her past. She can only remember bits and pieces but she knows that something important is there. She figures that since she never really lived her own childhood, the older she got, the more about it she blocked out. After she turned twenty, she had almost completely stopped trying to remember her real family. Letting the hot water wash away her tenseness, she thinks back again, hoping to spark something in her mind.
"Uncle Devon....That's the only thing that I really remember." she says out loud. "So I need to try and remember him." she concludes stepping out of the shower. She dresses in a pair of blue jeans and a black tank top making her way down the stairs as her front door opens to reveal her sister and brother and low.
"Hey Sam." Carly says.
"Hey Carls, Freddie." she replies. The three of them stand in silence for a few minutes before things start to get uncomfortable.
"What's on your mind?" Carly questions moving towards the family room to sit down. Sam shakes her head, blinking to follow behind shortly followed by Freddie.
"Nothin much...hey, do you remember uncle Dev?" she asks. Carly frowns.
"No." she replies. Sam nods her head.
"Alright." she replies. "So, we need to do something today while the police do their jobs. Any suggestions?" she questions.
twenty four hours missing
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a little blond haired, blue eyed girl looked around the room. Her eyes rest on the figure in front of her and she smiles.
"Wake up Aunie Sam." she says excitedly. The face of Samantha Puckett rolls over to greet the girl with a smile.
"What are we gonna do today sweetie?" she asks. The little girl tilts her head to the side, confused look on her face.
"You never calls me that, only daddy call me that." she says. 'Sam's eyes widen quickly.
"Well, your daddy asked me to call you that until we get to them. This is gonna be a long trip with just us girls so I wanna try some new names out." she explains. "Everything alright Ashleigh?" she asks. The little girl shrugs.
"I dunno. You diff'ent."
"What do you mean?" 'Sam' asks. The little girl frowns.
"You not Aunie Sam." she says slowly.
"What? Yes I am?" she explains to the child.
"Nuh uh." the child replies, firmly believing that something is wrong. "No you aint!" she yells.
"Don't yell." she warns.
"No! Aunie Sam! I wanna see Aunie Sam!" the child screams.
"Shut up!" she exclaims putting a hand over the child's mouth. Ashleigh bites her causing her to curse under her breath and toss the child onto the bed.
"Fuck." she mutters. The little girl gets up and starts to run around the room, looking for an exit. 'Sam' chases her around, tripping over stuff scattered on the floor. Finally she catches Ashleigh as she's about to climb through a window. She holds the child down, taping her mouth shut and her wrists and ankles together. She sits the child in a closet and slams the door. Making her way to the front door, she walks out going a few blocks to the grocery store. She's picking up bread when she accidentally bumps into another cart.
"Oh, I'm sorry I wa-"
"Ms. Puckett?" a surprised voice acknowledges. She looks up into the face of a fairly attractive brunette.
"I- I'm sorry. Do I know you?" she questions. The woman frowns a little but nods.
"Yeah.." she replies slowly. "Detective Tasha Jones, we met last night." she explains. A light bulb goes off in 'Sam's head.
"Right! Sorry, any word on my niece yet?" she questions. Tasha shakes her head.
"No. Look, I want to apologize for last night. I got in your face about this and.... I'm sorry. I really do want to find your niece." she says.
"It's alright. You were doin your job and well....sometimes it takes getting in somebody's face to get your point across." a look flashes over Tasha's face but it goes unnoticed. "No hard feelings?" 'Sam' extends her hand. Tasha takes note of the bite marks in between her index finger and thumb but doesn't comment.
"None. Well, I need to check out so I can get back to lookin for Ashleigh." she says with a smile. "I promise we'll get her to her parents safely." she adds before rolling away. 'Sam' snorts after she's sure Tasha is out of ear shot.
"Good luck with that." she says darkly. "She's not goin nowhere."
thirty four hours missing.
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"I'm telling you Marlon, somethin is really weird here." Tasha said as they made their way back to their car. Marlon rolls his eyes.
"Tasha, you really should give that up." he replies.
"This morning at the store, we called a truce sorta. I shook her hand and she had bite marks on it. Bite marks that a three year old mouth could make." she tells him settling into the passenger side.
"We both saw her hands, both of them I might add, and there's no bite mark." he says. "Not even irritation on the spot." he adds.
"It was her though." she insists. He nods his head silently and drives for about thirty minutes. Suddenly he pulls over and turns to Tasha.
"Tash...." he gets her attention. "Sam has an identical twin sister named Sabrina." pause. "You don't think?..." he trails the question off.
"We need to get back to that store." she says before he puts the car in drive and turns around.
'Sam' looks out the window of her car and smiles when she sees the woman from this morning, Tasha she remembers, in the car next to her with a young man driving like a bat out of hell back toward town. Tasha doesn't even glance at the car next to her but Sam smirks.
"By the time they figure this out, we'll be gone. Aint that right Ash?" she asks the sleeping toddler in the back seat. She smiles evilly and pulls onto another street before ending up outside her own house. "But first.... I need to do somethin bout her." she says. She watches the house for a few minutes before a face glances in her direction. She's sure the face cant see her but she can see it clearly. The face... is her own. She smiles. "It's gonna feel good to live off that money." she whispers putting her car back in drive and rolling away. "Yes it will." she says.