AN: Hi guys, it's me again! Thanks for all of your loving reviews! I'm so glad to be able to present you with the next chapter of Sam's story. Now, I have to warn any young readers/or anyone who gets offended or scared easily: This is a dark and violent chapter. Nothing too graphic, it just deals with some scary stuff. So yeah, don't call me a creep when you're done reading this chapter. :P
-3 weeks later
I sat on my bed, waiting for my phone to ring any minute now. My boyfriend Griffin said he would call me, though he usually never did. Either way, I waited for him. After all, he was a bad boy, and I was in love with him. Three weeks is pretty short to say you're in love with someone, right? Especially with me, being only fifteen years old. I don't care anymore. I made sure that I got my revenge on Carly.
-3 weeks earlier
I snuck into my classroom, late as usual. I didn't give a damn. Making out with Griffin was almost as good as kissing Freddie Benson…a person I wanted to forget about completely. Carly saw me sneaking in and her eyes narrowed. I sat in the desk next to her with a small smile on my face. She examined my face.
"Why are you smiling?" she hissed quickly.
I shrugged and gave her a devious smirk. "No reason," I told her slyly. "I'm just…happy today, I guess. And I was very happy during lunch today." I tried to make her curious, which worked, because she gave me a suspicious yet interested look.
Carly propped her arm against the desk and looked at me intently. That's when I noticed, Freddie, three seats away from my own, staring directly into my eyes. Furious, I dropped my gaze and looked at the floor. Carly, however, wanted to know what I was doing at lunch.
"So where did you go?" she asked in sweet voice. What a phony- "We noticed you were missing." Carly and Freddie were the wondering where I was at…yeah, right. Carly was such a superficial little twit. I doubt Benson was wondering about me when he was too busy eating Carly's face.
I smirked again. "No reason, Shay." She flinched. I never called her that. "I was just…talking to Griffin."
Carly's eyes widened. "Talking?" she accused me. "YOU'RE LYING!" Her voice rose to a screeching shout. Ms. Briggs gave a Carly an evil stare.
"You heard me," I whispered to Carly as Ms. Briggs marched towards her. "I'm going out with Griffin…and I'm quitting iCarly. Go to hell."
Carly looked desperately and Freddie. "Freddie, we are over!"
I looked over at Freddie, whose jaw had dropped. "No you're not!" I screamed. "Leave him out of this, you little slut!"
(Cue gasp from class.)
Ms. Briggs gave me a death stare. Oh, crap. "You're suspended for three weeks," she boomed. Can teachers even give out suspensions? I shouted several unsavory words to Briggs and Carly and gave Freddie a pained look. He looked horrified. Who could blame him? After all, I did ruin his relationship with Carly. I stood up abruptly, grabbed my backpack and stormed out of the classroom, knowing that I had failed Freddie. I ended up breaking his heart. (He gets a taste of his own medicine, hmmm?) As I marched away, I could hear Freddie Benson shouting my name.
Just forget about him, Puckett. You're not a princess, you're a bad girl. Princes and bad girls don't mix.
-Present Day
So, it was six days before the Girls Choice Dance. As usual, Carly had been asked out by a guy immediately once word had spread that she had dumped Freddie. I had no idea if Freddie had been asked out, but I didn't care. I was utterly in love with Griffin. I still got about ten phone calls from Benson every day, though. I never answered the phone. I didn't feel the need to talk to him.
I was so happy about going out with Griffin, but some of his behavior troubled me. About a week ago, when a boy wanted to talk to me about something, Griffin got all pissed off and punched the kid in the face. He was just trying to protect me, I think, but then he started screaming at me and he called me unspeakable things. I managed to soothe his temper, but I was still scared around him.
And then there was the fact when we were alone at his house. He was always trying to get his hands in my pants, but I told him no and that I wanted to take it slow. He always promised me that he would stop, but if there was ever situation like that again, he would try to get me to change my mind.
But today would be different. He was taking me out to the park today. His motorcycle had been taken away by his parents, but he still had a cute car. I just needed him to tell me he was at my house. My mom had disappeared, but I was used to it. She was probably drunk in a bar. Better there than here, I guess.
I heard my doorbell ring and I knew that it was Griffin. I jumped off my bed and ran over to the door. "One minute, baby," I chirped cheerfully as the door swung open. "Oh, crap," I muttered as I saw who was at the door. It was Freddie Benson.
"Hi, Sam," he said urgently. He seemed like he had something important to tell me. "Can I come in?"
"No," I told him coldly. "What do you want? I'm going out with Griffin in a few minutes, and I don't have time to go and chat, okay?"
Freddie seemed even more panicked than before. "He's who I want to warn you about."
I laughed, even though there was nothing funny about the situation. "Nice try, Benson. I'm in love with Griffin."
"No, Sam," he told me. "He's dangerous. I heard that he got suspended for beating a kid to a bloody pulp."
I froze. Griffin had never told me about that. "Liar," I spat. "You're just angry because Carly dumped you. I don't give a chizz."
He opened his mouth to speak, but I heard the beeping of a car horn. Griffin pulled up in my driveway. I sighed with relief. All I wanted to do right was get away from Freddie Benson, the nub that broke my little heart. I slung my bag over my shoulder and shoved Freddie out of the way.
"See you later, stupid."
Freddie shouted my name once, but I was already in Griffin's car, slamming the door. I didn't bother putting on a seatbelt. Griffin noticed that I didn't have one on. "Atta girl," he told me. He stepped on the gas pedal and we drove off, leaving Freddie standing at my open front door. I didn't look back.
"So, baby," Griffin said as we drove onto a huge street. "What was that boy doing there?"
I paused. "Um, he just stopped to drop something off." I had to lie. He would just start screaming at me again.
Griffin looked at me with his dark eyes. "You seemed pretty pissed at him. Don't lie to me, Puckett."
"Look at the road," I stuttered nervously. We were passing the park already. "You passed the park."
Griffin looked straight ahead at the road and said nothing. I fell silent. What was he doing? My stomach felt like lead. What was wrong with Griffin? Was he still jealous about Freddie visiting me? Why had the word "jealous" popped into my head?
I looked out the window. We were driving towards a dark forest. I said nothing. I was scared Griffin would crash the car on purpose. We drove on for thirty minutes until we came to a foreign walking trail. He parked the car and I refused to budge. What the hell?
"Get the hell out." Griffin's voice sounded like ice. I didn't move an inch. "Are you fucking deaf? Get the hell out." I flinched.
"N-n-no," I whimpered, trying to regain my composure. Griffin looked at me in the eyes. They were evil, soulless, empty eyes. "O-okay," I mumbled nervously. What was he going to do to me? I unbuckled quickly and nearly flew out of the car. I put my hands in my pockets and saw Griffin getting out of the car.
I remained quiet as I saw Griffin open the trunk of his car. As I saw the metal crowbar, I realized what Griffin was planning on doing to me. I shook my head, mouthing the word, "No" silently. I needed to get the hell away from this psycho, but my feet felt like they were nailed to the forest floor. Griffin closed the door of his trunk and looked at me, grinning wildly.
"Stay away from me," I warned him. Suddenly, as he lunged towards me, I spun around and ran for my life not knowing where I was running to or what would happen if I stopped. I screamed at the top of my lungs, but nothing happened. No one came to my rescue. I felt something huge and heavy hit the back of my head and I fell on a rock, slicing my forehead open. I screamed in pain as I felt the blood trickle down my body. I tried to move, but that's when I saw the jagged rock lying next to me, glittering with fresh blood. I gagged and became quiet when I heard footsteps coming towards me. It was Griffin.
"Aw, Samantha," he crooned. "You just want to take things too slow. I'm going to have you now, and then I'll feed you to the fishes in the river. And you'll be all mine. You will only belong to me."
I needed to make him see reason. Light were already flashing in my mind. "I already…already, b-b-belong…to you," I whispered, taking deep breaths every time I spoke. It seemed like speaking was so hard now. I couldn't breathe anymore.
Griffin snorted in disgust. "Shut the hell up. I've seen the look in your eyes when you talk about Benson. I just want to stop you…before you do something…unfaithful."
"Freddie is ten times the man you'll ever be," I said harshly. I spat out blood that had trickled in my mouth from my bloody forehead.
Griffin let out a harsh, throaty laugh. "Too bad you'll probably never see him again."
I heard the thud of the crowbar hitting my skull as I blacked out.
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