A chapter in Sam's P.O.V - Thanks to Samaholic (;
I remembered opening my eyes, and not knowing where I was. I realized I had blood coating my abdomen, and the side of my face. I closed my eyes, I knew not to panic, that wouldn't help anything. I tried to assess my injuries first…
- My head was pounding, throbbing against the inside of my skull, I forced myself to focus and found that, near my left temple there was blood running down the side of my face…a head wound.
- Next, there were sharp pains in my side, every time I moved, I looked down, and found that my shirt was torn and I was bleeding profusely.
I was painfully sore, and knew I'd taken a beating. There were bruises and minor cuts what seemed like everywhere.
I didn't want to, but I needed to know where I was and why, so I did the best I could to focus my muddled mind on what had happened.
~*FP~Flashback~FP*~
I was sitting in my apartment living room when I heard a knock. I stood and walked over, I wasn't expecting any visitors tonight, so I was slightly confused when I opened the door and found Natalie standing in front of me.
"Nat?" I asked.
"Hey." She smiled, but I could still hear a tone of hesitancy in her voice,
"What is it?" I asked, motioning her in.
"Can I talk to you?" She asked a little quieter…she refused to meet my eyes and I knew there was something wrong with her…this wasn't the glowing Natalie I knew.
"Come on." I said gently, leading her into the living room, she sat down, and I sat across from her, I stayed silent and watched as she seemed to struggle for words,
"Spit it out, Natalie." I said gently, but sternly.
She sighed, and I saw tears glimmering in her eyes,
"Sam…" She choked out, "I…I'm pregnant."
I was still by shock for a second, "Pregnant?" I said cautiously. Natalie had always been a bit on the wild side…but she wasn't stupid. Well…not anymore. Not after a guy she knew had planted heroine in her travel bag.
"Who's the father?" I asked quietly.
She didn't speak for a few seconds, and I looked up to see tears streaming down her cheeks, I recognized the way she sat, the way she was curled in slightly on herself…then I thought back to how I'd noticed that she wouldn't meet my eyes.
"I don't know." She whispered.
I stood and pulled her up from her chair, she seemed nervous for a second, until I pulled her into my arms. Then, she promptly broke down and cried.
I held her, "Hey, hey, you're okay." I spoke gently to her. She gripped my shirt tightly, after a few minutes, she calmed.
"Have you reported it?" I asked her.
"They found him the night I called. I didn't want to know his name. But, when I found out today that
I-I'm…well, yeah…I just…I needed to talk to someone."
I pulled her close again,
"I'm here." I said simply, and she nodded,
"Thank you…so much." She whispered. "I'm lucky to have you."
She stepped away and I gave her a small nod, I wasn't really all that good when it came to taking compliments.
We sat down for a little bit and we turned the T.V on, we had a half-hearted argument over what to watch like any brother and sister, when there was yet another knock at the door. I began to stand, but Natalie beat me to it,
"I got it."
I stood in the doorway as she went to the entry door, but I was immediately shocked into working mode when she took a step back and I saw the barrel of a gun pointed at her head.
I didn't know the man, or anything about him, so negotiating was difficult. Natalie was scared, and I could see it, but she was handling it well. I seemed to be getting a reaction out of him, and he was deescalating, and right as his hand was beginning to point the gun downwards, away from Natalie's head, another 2 guys showed up and it all went to hell.
"HE'S PLAYING MIND GAMES WITH YOU DUMBASS! We need to go. Get the girl." The man in the back ordered. The other man –Brandon- he had said his name was- his face had gone blank of all emotion and he reached out to Natalie and dragged her towards him, but I moved forward quickly and hit Brandon hard enough to break his nose, he dropped his gun and hit the ground., seemingly unconscious. The other guy moved forward, I knocked his gun from his hand, and just barely evaded getting his newly drawn pocket knife in my stomach. But, I didn't get out completely unscathed, the blade dug into my side about an inch and a half, and dragged across. It took my breath away for a moment, but I didn't let it deter me, as I fought with the man who was now on top of me, I heard Natalie screaming, and it gave me the strength to fight harder, knowing her and my life depended on it...not to mention the child now growing in her stomach. I finally seemed to gain control of the situation, and ended up on top, when I was grabbed from behind and thrown to the ground, I recovered quickly, but it didn't mean anything, because it wasn't Brandon that had pulled me off, it was another guy who promptly pistol whipped me. It took me down easily, but I stood. I was in no shape to keep fighting, but I needed to make them believe that I could.
"Just-just take me instead. Leave her alone." They seemed to ponder it for a moment.
"What about Brandon?" Kyle asked,
"Screw him." The bigger man said, there were sirens in the distance, I looked to Natalie "Go. Go, now."
She did as I said with reluctance and ran into my bedroom and shut and locked the door before one of the men could catch her. The man in front of me growled , and grabbed me, then dragged me out the door. The apartment was on lockdown, and I was relieved to see that no one else was at risk.
"Guess we're compromising." The man dragging me growled, I stumbled and things seemed to blur out of focus, until things faded and I heard a loud thud that I figured was a trunk closing.
~*FP~Flashback~FP*~
I snapped back to the present when I heard a loud bang across the room from me, I was sitting in a corner, I moved to protect myself and found that my hands were zip tied behind me, I could hardly focus on the man coming toward me and I realized I must have lost more blood than I thought.
It was then that I took another beating. I wasn't conscious this and all I felt was something being latched around my leg, and I heard low voices and something being set up nearby. Then I heard a deep throaty voice closer to me than the others,
"Move from there, and you'll trip one of these wires, which will in turn blow you to pieces…Good luck."
Wonderful.
I hoped that Natalie had somehow gotten ahold of the team, because based off of these guys brutality and violence…my life was hanging in threads...