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I couldn't breathe; it was too hard. I needed to move my slow limbs, but I couldn't animate them. Horrible flashbacks filled my traumatized mind. Cuts and bruises covered my body, and I felt that my arm was broken. Dammit, Griffin was too strong, even for me. Of course, getting beaten over the head with crowbar didn't help my strength.

The fact that my heart was still beating was an accomplishment. I didn't know how long I had been unconscious, and I didn't know where I was. I couldn't open my eyes, so I used my other senses to determine my location. I was freezing cold; my body felt like ice. I realized that I had nothing on except for a bra and underwear. I was lying on the forest floor; I could feel leaves plastered to my face. I shuddered and heard something faint coming from somewhere close to me. Was it…Griffin?

My body tensed up. If he knew I was awake, what would happen next? Would I get…I tried to think of the words. Would I get…hurt again? I needed to force myself to think. I could fight my way out of this. I tried to open my eyes and sat up. I smelled blood and dirt and my head spun. I need to concentrate. I felt something happen in my stomach. I was going to throw up.

"Focus, Samantha," I whispered to myself. "You can breathe."

I felt the horrible feeling in my stomach go away. I finally worked up the courage to open my eyes. It was dark out and I was all alone. My clothes were in a pile a few feet away from me. Where was Griffin? Suddenly, the feeling of being sore and stiff hit me. I felt like I had been run over one hundred times. Griffin would pay for this. He would pay for ruining me; he would get his ass kicked with a crowbar.

I realized that the sound I was hearing was not from Griffin; it was coming from my pants pocket. It was my phone, which was set on vibrate. Why hadn't it run out of battery yet? Who was calling? Maybe I could call 911. I felt a surge of adrenaline, fear, and hope rush through me. I crawled to my pants, cutting my knee on several sharp rocks. It hurt, but I didn't care. All I wanted was a chance to call for help.

I grabbed my phone. 25 missed calls and seven unread voicemails, it read. Who the hell was calling me this much? It started vibrating again, so I flipped it open.

"H-hello," I whispered, my voice cracking. "P-p-please h-help m-me, a-a-anyone who c-can hear me; I-I'm in the f-forest and I'm h-hurting badly."

"Sam, is this a joke? I don't like jokes," Fredward Benson said sternly. "I don't care what you and Griffin are joking about; it's not funny!"

"IT'S NOT A JOKE!" I screamed, with unmistakable terror in my voice. "He…he raped me and I got hit on my head. HELP ME!"

"Sam, where are you at, so I can call the cops? You'll be okay, sweetie. I promise. I'll kick his ass." I listened to my only love ask me frantic questions about my safety.

I heard a cough from behind me, and my breathing stopped.

"Griffin's here," I mumbled, tears in my eyes. "I love you, Fredweird."

There was silence on the other end of the line. "Fight for your life Sam. I love you too."

I closed the phone and turned to face Griffin, who was looking at me with an amused, yet furious expression. I balled my hands into little fists and looked him square in the eye. I grabbed my shirt and pants and threw them on. I stood on my feet and watched the hunter stare at his prey.

"I'm kicking your ass for Freddie." I ran towards him with my fists raised.


I had called the cops and they were going to search for Sam. That was good.

Finding Samantha was the only thing on my mind. I'd gotten a damn phone call from the girl, and my heart was racing a mile a minute. What was Griffin doing to her right now? I felt sick to my stomach, but there was another feeling, underneath all my worry, that really scared me.

I felt rage. This anger was nothing I had ever felt before. I wanted to beat Griffin's head in with baseball bat, throw him into a lake, shoot him in the head, and all sorts of horrible and violent things. Griffin needed to pay. He had to pay for being monster. And I wanted to make him pay for all of this. I was sitting in my car. The ignition was on and I was ready to go. I didn't know where I would be heading, but I had to go somewhere.

Then it hit me. I got out of my car slowly and walked towards my trunk. I had an idea. I would get my revenge on Griffin. Poor Sam, poor Sam; I was going to make sure she got justice. I opened the trunk and reached inside, hoping I would find what I needed most. Then I saw it. It was fine looking baseball bat from a long time ago. It was a gift from one of my relatives, who had hoped I would play sports, but I never used it. Sure enough, I was throwing out junk from room and it had gotten stuck in here.

I grabbed the handle, the smooth wood calming me. Without uttering a word, I threw the bat over my shoulder and whistled nervously. I sat back in my car and gently placed the bat in the passenger's seat. This was going to be payback for Sam.


Hope you enjoyed it! The next part will be posted later tonight. :D