Sam groaned as she heard pounding on her front door.
"Hold your horses will ya!?" she yells at the offending piece of wood that rumbles with each connection against it. Sam stretches and makes her way to the door and is about to open it when she hears a crash from the kitchen. Eying the door warily, she slowly backs away. Hearing shuffling in the kitchen, she dashes up the stairs. Entering one of the many bedrooms, she locks the door and backs away from it. She moves over to the window opening it with a quickness only known to someone whose done this before. She quickly moves her body out of the window and to the side where there's a small stepping space. "Having a ledge is a bad idea my ass." she whispers to herself. Looking down, she tries to decide if she can still make the jump. "Not as young as I used to be, but I'm not old either." closing her eyes, she jumps down onto the grass. Getting up and dusting herself off, she takes a tentative step noting the throbbing in her ankle. Perfect. She thinks. You're not a teenager anymore Puckett. She thinks.
fifteen year old Samantha Puckett jumped from a bedroom window and tried to run.
"C'mere you little bitch!" an angry voice snarled behind her.
"N-now we can talk about this like civilized people." she says. The man growls. "Or animals in your case." she adds.
"Daddy! You said Sam could come over tonight!" a young girl, about seventeen shrieks holding a sheet up to her body.
"Yeah, cus I didn't think she'd try and take my little girls innocence!" the man yells. Sam's running away at the moment but can't get far because he's throwing things in her direction. So she's basically running around the yard.
"It's not like I was a virgin. We've done it before." the girl says rolling her eyes.
"You!" the man yells, face red with anger.
"You are not helping!" Sam yells to her girlfriend.
"C'mon daddy, be reasonable. Sam respects me, she's gentle and attentive..." the girl trails off with a far away look in her eyes.
"C'mere girly, I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm gonna kill ya!" he yells.
"That's the same thing!" Sam shrieks.
"No there's a difference." her girlfriend throws out.
"Seriously not helping!" Sam yells in her direction.
"It really is different." the man says a little more calm.
"It sounds painful." she say before running towards the fence in the backyard and grabbing the top, leaping clear over it in one go. She hits the ground and grabs her ankle. "I'm not gonna be able to do this forever." she mutters.
"Those words ring true." she tells herself as she limps around to the side of her house. Keeping her back to the wall like she had seen in the spy movies, she tries to look around the corner but comes face to face with a baseball bat.
"Damn, you got blood on my bat." Sabrina Puckett says. Shrugging, she drags Sam towards her car. "Oh well, I'll just buy a new one with your money." she tells the unconscious figure. Sam's cellphone began to ring and she answered it quickly. "Yeah?" she answers.
"Classic Sam. Where are you? I was just at your house and you didn't answer?" she hears a deep male voice ask from the other end. She glances at the phone quickly before nodding.
"Sorry Dork, I was sleepin. Whatcha want?" she asks sounding like a very annoyed Sam.
"Nothin. I just wanted to check up on you.." he trails off sounding hurt. Sighing, Sabrina goes into damage control.
"Sorry Freddie, I just... I'm stressin a little." she whispers sounding every bit like the worried Sam.
"It's alright. We all are. If you need us, call." he says.
"I should be saying that to you." she says disconnecting the call. Blinking she stares at Sam's face. "Its so sweet the way your little friends still love you even though you kidnapped their little girl." she says. "Oh gasp!" she continues dramatically before giggling. She drives aways down the street before stopping the car and moving Sam to the drivers seat. Checking to make sure Ashleigh is still asleep and securely strapped in, she sets the car in drive and puts Sam's foot on the gas. Letting it hit a near by tree as Sam's head leans forward. She takes out a little bottle of vodka and slaps Sam awake. Sam, groggily, tries to move away but it is no use. Tossing the small bottle into the passengers side, she hands Sam a larger bottle.
"Drink this." she says putting it to Sam's lips and forcing her to drink. After the bottle is empty, she puts it on the drivers side floor before banging Sam's head into the steering wheel rendering her unconscious once again. Closing the door she runs towards Sam's house and changes clothes, hiding the gloves she was wearing. Getting comfortable she stretches out on the sofa before the doorbell rings. She answers and come face to face with Tasha Jones who blinks at her hard.
"Um.. Ms. Puckett." is all Tasha says. 'Sam' looks annoyed at her.
"Can I help you?" she asks. Tasha's about to answer when Marlon interrupts.
"Hey Jones! Get down here! Now!" he yells from down the road a little ways. Tasha glances at Sam's hand quickly before darting towards her partner. When she gets to the car, Marlon's wearing a look of disappointment. "Goodness, I haven't smelled this much liquor in a while." she says. Tasha looks at the scene in disbelief. "Well, we've just pretty much solved this case." Marlon says. Tasha shakes her head.
"No... no we haven't. I don't think we've even scraped the top of it." she whispers.
Sam was standing in a courtroom looking bored.
"Ms. Puckett, I'm going to have to suspend your license and give you community service." the judge says.
"You can't be serious!" Sam yells.
"It's either that or Juvie!" the judge bellows. "Sixty hours of community service!" she says. Sam rolls her eyes.
"A DUI at sixteen is serious Sam." her lawyer says. She just shakes her head.
"Boy did I fuck up." she mutters.