Twilight belongs to SM.
A/N: One more for tonight :)
March, 2012
~31~
"Sam, I saw the video. Of Leah."
I have managed to calm myself down and step away from Sam's arms.
But my voice is still shaky.
My spirit is shaky.
"Fuck." Sam groans, dragging a hand down his face. "Last week only a few people had, and we managed to, uh, persuade them to destroy the copies. Where did you see it?"
"Two kids were watching it in the computer lab. They said it's going around fast."
"I don't know what to do." Sam whispers.
He looks defeated. His head slumped onto his chest, arms hanging limply by his sides.
I feel the same way.
"Sam, I think Leah was drugged that night. And…"
Here we go. Deep breaths Swan.
"I was too."
Sam freezes, his mouth popping open. In a flash his arms have moved up, grasping my shoulders tightly.
"What?"
I nod, my eyes tearing up again.
Shit.
"Is that all?"
"What do you mean?"
"Is that all? Is there a video of you, too? Or Jesus, is it worse?" The last word causes his voice to crack.
I can picture my face right now as Sam must be seeing it.
Breaking right in front of him.
Crumbling into the horror and disgust I feel.
For a tough motorcycle guy, a guy who has seen hardship, who has seen despair out on the reserve, where there isn't enough wealth to keep everyone fed or clothed, Sam is breaking.
In front of me.
He puts a hand on either side of my face, looking deeply into my eyes.
I feel like he can see my soul. Like he shares my pain with me.
"Bella, no one deserves that. You did nothing wrong. We will get the bastard who did this to you, to Leah. I can promise you."
I nod shakily,
I hate this. I hate feeling so weak, so defenseless. This isn't the girl who I have come to be over the past year.
This isn't me.
"Sam, I know what to do. I know where to start."