Do not own General Hospital or any of the characters.
Okay, this chapter is going to be a long one, so be prepared.
I have thought a lot about this chapter before writing it. And even after I had finished it, I thought about it. The layout of it might be a little confusing at first but at the end, it should be clear to you.
The Flame of Franco
Extinguishing the Flame...
"Sam," whispered out Jason as he took a step towards her. He desperately wanted to fill the space between them and take her in his arms. She looked so scared, so loss as she stood there in front of them her hands in the air. There was a look of shock on her face.
"Jason don't," spoke Lucky from behind him but he ignored the detective as he continued to enclose the distance between him and Sam. He needed to be there for her. He briefly licked his lips as he continued to walk towards her. She was shaking as she stood there at the altar. It broke his heart to see her like this.
"Sam," he whispered again as he stepped over the dead body of the artist. The bottom of his motorcycle boot stepping slightly in the pool of blood but he ignored this as he continued to make his way to Sam. His only concern now was Sam as he reached out and touched the crook of her arm.
His touch was like a spark of electricity on her skin. Her eyes filled suddenly with hot tears as she pulled her arm away from him and took a step back. His touch had triggered something within her that even she couldn't explain.
Sam was not there as tears continued to fall down her face and she cried out in hysterics. "GET AWAY!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. She knew it was Jason standing before her but a part of her was only seeing Franco. His voice still rang through her ears, "We are brothers!" She could only seem to see them together as the same and not to separate people anymore. They were intertwined in her mind.
Sam had backed herself into a corner now as her hands clenched at her chest and she continued to cry. A mix of emotions were running through her body.
She had killed him.
She had extinguished the flame that was Franco.
It was all over now.
The mind games, the constant fear at what he would do next, at seeing his face, his smile. She wished she could be at peace with all this. But she couldn't. No matter how hard she tried, she could still feel his presence. His face was burned in her mind. The way his eyes had gleamed before the bullet had ripped through him.
She had just wanted him to shut up.
Sam watched through her drugged state as Franco attended to her wounds. She didn't say a word as he washed the blood from her face and bandaged her cuts as best as he could. She was a little surprised about how tender and careful he was being. She knew he wasn't doing it out of the goodness of his heart. She knew he had motives, she just wasn't sure what they were.
"You will probably need stitches but my mother never taught me how to sew..." Franco grinned at Sam as he peered at his handwork before rising to his feet. Things were deadly quiet as Sam continued to watch the artist as he began to pack up his camera and film.
"I will be back soon my dear," spoke the artist as he returned his attention on to her.
Sam was finding it hard to focus as pain sneered through her face. The room blurred slightly as she was overcome with dizziness. She was still feeling the affects of the drug that Franco had injected to her earlier and now with the pain from her wounds. She was a mess.
He smirked at her, knowing that she wouldn't be able to escape while he was gone.
Sam closed her eyes as she felt hot tears fall down her cheeks at the same time she heard the artist's footsteps leave the church. She winced slightly as the tears stung the cuts on her face. She then slumped down at best as she could on the bench of the pew and lay down.
She knew there was no point in trying to escape now. Franco had made sure of it that she wouldn't be able too. She tried not to think of anything as she closed her eyes and tried to sleep. She hoped that she would some how be able to sleep off the drug that was in her system.
Jason stood off to the side as a flock of police officers arrived on scene. He had been told to stay out of the way for now. That someone would be with him shortly to take his statement. He hated this. This waiting around. He just wanted to be with Sam. He just wanted to take her home with him. However, he didn't know where Sam was.
Dante had called for back up, immediately after arriving at the church. Lucky had been the one to talk down Sam from her break down. He had been able to take her away from the church. Lucky had told him that they were taking her to General to get checked out. He had wanted to go with but his statement had to be told first. He didn't understand though. Both Lucky and Dante knew what his statement would be.
His breathing was heavy as he tried to keep the rage and frustration he was feeling from bubbling to the surface. He didn't need to get himself arrested. He just wanted to be with Sam.
It was about a half hour later that Jason had finally given his statement to one of the cops before being allowed to leave the crime scene. He didn't think twice as he stepped back out in the warm summer air of the night. His blue eyes skimmed over the police cars and media that had gathered outside the church. Word had spread quickly about the artist death in the church.
He ignored the media as they called out his name as he passed them and made his way down the street. He was on a mission. He needed to get to GH. He needed to see Sam. He needed to make sure that Franco had not fucked her up.
He was worried that the artist had taken one last thing away from him before dying. He was afraid that Franco had taken Sam away from him again and that only a shell would be left.
"Wakey, wakey Sam," whispered Franco into her ear as he placed a hand on her shoulder and shook her a wake. Her eyes fluttered opened at this and stared back at her worse nightmare. She had been hoping that this was all just one of her nightmares and that when she awoke she would be back in the Penthouse with Jason. However, sadly this wasn't a nightmare but reality.
Her head was a little foggy but it was clearer then it had been earlier. The drug had worn off for the most part. "DON'T!" cried out Sam as she pushed her back into the bench, trying to put as much distance between her and Franco as she could. She then made an attempt to sit up as best as she could with her hands still tied around her back.
Franco just chuckled slightly as he straightened his back and walked away from her. Her eyes followed him as he paced back and forth in front of the altar.
"Don't worry Sam, Jason will be here soon enough, then the fun will really begin," explained the artist as he came to a stand still in front of where Sam sat. "It will only be a short 24 hours until he graces us with his presence. I invited him to the wedding. It was the least I could do, you see. Since he is family and I'm sure he would want to be there to support us." Franco's laughter ran off the walls of the church as he laughed at his own joke.
Sam had no idea what Franco had planned for tomorrow but she didn't like the sounds of it. There was no way was she marrying this psycho. And there was no way in hell that Jason would stand by and watch it happen. "Family! Ha, you wish!" snarled Sam as she continued to look at the artist. She didn't want to upset Franco but she had to keep her self talking. She had to keep her confidence and self-awareness up. Or else she would let the silence eat away at her insides until she was nothing.
Franco locked eyes with her at this and smiled. "If only you knew Sammy," he shook his head from side to side in disbelief at her. "If only you knew!" He murmured again, the twisted smile on his face appearing. He had a secret but he wouldn't tell her. Not yet that was.
"Well, why don't you tell me then?" asked Sam in a calm voice. "Enlighten me Franco. How are you and Jason family?"
Franco crossed his arms over his chest and peered down at her for a moment. Debating whether or not he should really tell her or just keep it to himself. His face was serious for a second before his eyes crinkled and he once again smile broadly at her. "Oh, how I wish I could tell you Sammy but not yet...patience grasshopper!"
His laughter once again ringing off of the walls as he pressed his hands together and did a small bow towards Sam. Mischief gleamed in his eyes as he continued to stare at her. He couldn't wait to let the final piece of his puzzle fall into place. His grand plan would be finally done. After months of planning and years of hoping, it would finally all be over soon. Excitement filled him at this thought. His greatest masterpiece was almost complete.
After hailing a cab just a block away from the church, Jason had arrived at the hospital ten minutes later.
The first person he ran into was Monica as he stepped through the emergency room doors in search of Sam.
"Jason," cried out Monica as she approached her son. She knew why he was here. She had been there when they had brought Sam in.
Jason's blue eyes pierced into his mother as he looked into her face, "where is she?" he asked quickly.
He needed to see her.
He was desperate.
He had to make sure she was okay.
"She's being looked after Jason," spoke Monica slowly as she continued to look up at her son with concern. The doctor placed a comforting hand on the crook of his arm. "Why don't you come with me and take a seat in the waiting room, the doctor should be out shortly.." She tried to explain as she guided her son towards the waiting area.
"I want to see her," murmured Jason like a small child towards his mother as he allowed himself to be guided away. He could feel the walls of calmness and composure he usually wore melt away as tears stung his eyes. "I just want to see her."
"I know you do," whispered Monica as she helped Jason into an empty seat and took the seat across from him. "But she is getting checked out. You will be able to see her soon." There had been very few times she had seen her adult son like this. So vulnerable. So emotional. And every time almost had to do with Sam. She knew her son cared for Sam deeply. And hated when she was in the crossfire with having anything to with him. This time was no different. However in every way it was though. She didn't know all the details that had happened with Sam and Franco. But the doctor sensed that this time was different then the rest had been. For Sam had not been physically injured when she came in but mentally too.
Monica had never seen Sam like that as she had cried in hysterics as they brought her in to be checked out. The doctors were working on stitching up her cuts on her face but Monica knew there was more to Sam's injuries then what lay on the surface. Giving her son a sympathy look, she reached out and grasped his hand and gave it a squeeze. They had never really been close since his accident many years ago now. But it didn't matter at times like these. Monica would always be there for her son, no matter how much distance he tried to put between them in the past. He would always be her little boy.
And right now, that little boy was looking up at her with tear filled eyes. He needed her.
Franco just continued to look at Sam. Their eyes were locked with one another. Sam's heart was pounding against her chest. Anxiety filled her body at what was to come next.
Franco moved towards her once again. His eyes were dark with mischief as he enclosed the space between them.
She was still seated in the first pew.
"Oh Sammy, how I can't wait for the wedding night," he murmured as his eyes trailed away from her face and down her body. "As much as I want to see Stone Cold...hahaha see what I did there!" He chuckled to himself at the use of Jason's nickname. "Anyways, as much as I want to see the old chum, I can't wait to have you all to myself Sammy, afterwards!"
"But you have me now..." spoke Sam towards him. "Why don't you just take me now? Jason isn't here." She hoped if she kept on talking to him that she would be able to distract him long enough for her to undo the ties of the wrist. She had a plan in mind but in order to do so, she needed Franco paying attention to her face and not what she was doing with her hands behind her back. She knew it was almost impossible to undo the zip ties bounding her wrists but she determined to do so. She had escaped out of them once before in her life. She knew she could do it again. She was lucky that Franco had bounded her hands with her wrists crossed. This allowed her to more easily slip her hands out of the zip ties.
"That is true," stated Franco, "But you are not fully mine yet to have Sam. For you are still wearing his ring on your hand. You are still bounded to Jason. You won't be mine until you have my ring on your finger instead of his."
"Plus, haven't you heard of waiting until marriage. We are in a church Sam," he pointed up, gesturing to high ceiling above. "Wouldn't want to upset the Man upstairs now..." He grinned broadly at her at this. "Would we?"
Sam just glared at him. "What's going to happen tomorrow? Why do you want Jason there to see us get married? Why don't you just do it right now and get it over with?" She had to keep him talking as she continued to work the zip ties. He hands were sweating by this point as she continued to try to loosen her right hand from them.
"Now I know you are eager Sam but patience," he whispered leaning forward and caressed the side of her face.
Sam stiffened at this. She locked eyes once again with Franco as he continued to stare at her. She was so close now, she thought to herself. She had to remain strong and not lose this fight. No matter how much fear Franco put into her.
"I can't give all my secrets away," continued on Franco as he continued to smile at her. His face was just a mere inches away from her own. She could smell the staleness of his breath as he continued to breath on her.
"Where is she?" cried out Alexis as she stepped off the elevators and ran to the nurse's station. "Where is my daughter?"
Epiphany looked up from the computer screen she was typing away on and over at Alexis Davis. She didn't have to ask her who her daughter was. She already knew why she was here.
"Sam is being checked out at the moment by the doctor. If you could go please take a seat in the waiting room, I will let the doctor know you are here," the head nurse gave Alexis a sympathic look before leaving the station.
Alexis didn't say anything as she watched as the nurse walked away before heading to the waiting room. She just wanted to see her daughter. Ever since Jason had called her from the church saying that they had found her and was taking her to GH, she had only one thing on her mind. She needed to see Sam. She needed to see her with her own eyes before she would allow herself to relax.
Taking a seat on the uncomfortable plastic chair, she ran her hands through her hair before burring her face into her hands and letting out a sigh. It was all going to be okay, she told herself. They had found Sam. She was safe now. It was all going to be okay from here.
Sam sat alert like a cat as she continued to watch Franco. He was murmuring on about one thing or other but she was paying no attention to the words coming out of his mouth. She was thinking of her plan. She was waiting for her chance to escape. She was waiting for the artist to turn his back as he paced back and forth in front of her. She had been successful in escaping the zip ties. Franco had not noticed or if he had , he had not said anything about it.
She waited for what seemed like forever as her heart pounded loudly against her chest. She was nervous as Franco turned and walked away from her. She knew it was a risky move but she needed to take it.
She was quick on her feet as she bolted suddenly off of the pew and into the aisle
"Not so fast," cried out Franco as he ran after her. He caught her at the door of the church. His hand grasped at her wrist and began to pull her towards him. A struggle then broke out as Sam screamed at the top of her lungs and tried to break away from his hold on her.
They continued on like this for a moment or two before Sam felt her self losing the battle. Her body was weak from not eating really for the pass 24 hours. Franco had fed her little and given her sips of water. Just enough to keep her going but not enough to give her any strength.
Tears streamed down her face as she surrendered to Franco.
"That's a good girl," whispered Franco into her ear as he wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her close as he reached for something in the back of his waistband.
Sam let out a shuddered breath as she felt the coldness of the metal against her temple. Franco had a gun on her.
"You and Jason aren't the only ones who can pack heat," he chuckled as he pressed the barrel of the 9mm gun harder into her skin and began walk back to the front of the church.
Lucky ran his hand through his hair as he took a moment to pause. He was standing outside of the church. The scene inside was almost done being processed. He couldn't believe that it was almost over. That Franco was dead. That this would be the end of these crazy games he liked to play with people.
But apart of him also knew that it would never be truly over. Just because Franco was dead, the game would still go on. Sam would always now be haunted by the artist in her dreams. That after all this, she would not be free from him.
Someone would have to take her statement and investigate her. She might be charged with murder. And if she was, there would be a trial.
He didn't know what had gone on in the church but he knew that it wasn't good. That whatever, Franco had done to her or said to her this time had pushed her over the edge and finally made her crack. She had been in rough shape when he had talked her down from Jason.
"Lucky," cried Dante as he appeared at the church doors and looked over at Lucky.
Lucky immediately turned his attention to his partner. "Yeah?" he asked in a tired voice.
"There something you got to see. We found a security camera hidden on one of the columns. He video taped the whole thing...or so I am hoping," he added towards the detective as the two men made their way back inside. "We are working on having forensic take it down and take it back to the lab for processing. Hopefully we will be able to get something use full off of it and determined what went down here before we arrived."
Dante had no real personal ties to Sam but he did feel sorry for her. Franco had put her through shit and didn't want her to be the one to have to pay for the artist crimes. He hoped he would able to find something that would prevent them from laying murder charges onto Sam. That she had maybe killed him in self defence. She didn't deserve to go to jail. She had been through hell already.
"Don't you see Sam, me and Jason are the same. We share the same blood. We are related. We are brothers. Twins to be exact," Franco's face gleamed as he spoke these words, " We shared the same womb for nine months, growing and developing from embryo to infant. However after our birth, we were cruelly torn apart never to see each other again until a few months ago in November. However, the meeting hadn't gone as well as I had planned on it going. Jason didn't remember his own flesh and blood."
Sam just continued to stare at Franco with the gun aimed at him. She didn't believe what he was telling her. There was no way Jason was related to this psychopath. The two of them were completely different people. There was no way that they shared the same blood. The same DNA.
"HE HADN'T REMEMBERED HIS OWN BROTHER!" his voice dripped with hatred at this. Gone was the mischief in his eyes and replaced with dark rage. "Can you believe that? Who doesn't know their own flesh and blood when it stands right in front of them?"
Sam couldn't help but think about her own family and how she hadn't known Alexis was her mother until a few years ago. "Your lying," she spat shaking her head at Franco. She didn't believe him. "You are not Jason's brother. You can't be! You look nothing alike...YOU ARE NOTHING ALIKE!"
The hardness in the artist's eyes was gone now and once again gleamed as he laughed at what Sam had just said. "Oh but we are so much alike. You, like everyone else just don't want to admit to what's right in front of you. That Jason and I ARE so much a like. We both kill and get off on it!"
"Jason doesn't not get off on killing," replied Sam.
"That's a good one Sam!" laughed Franco at her. He was unfazed by the gun being pointed at him as he walked towards her. "But we both know that Jason does like to kill. Why else would he do what he does? Killing gives you such power. Knowing you have someone's life in your hands, that you control their faith and can end it all for them with one simple action...that feeling afterwards...it's better then sex!"
"YOUR A FREAK! JASON IS NOT LIKE YOU! "She was shaking as she stared down at the artist. she hated to hear Franco talk about Jason like this. Yes, Jason was good at his job. But he didn't get off on killing like Franco had said. Jason was kind and gentle. He only killed on Sonny's order. People who deserved to die. He didn't do it for pleasure. It was just work. "Killing is not LIKE SEX FOR HIM! He is not a psycho like you! "
"Yes, yes I know he kills on order by the big bad boss, Sonny," replied Franco, rolling his eyes. He had heard this all before from Jason when they had last encountered each other. "Like that's any different."
"But Sam, we are getting off topic. Killing is not what I wanted to talk about. It is just one of the many things that me and Jason share. It is both a talent and a curse we both inherited..." Franco stopped talking for a second as he smiled down at her. "Like I said before. We are brothers. Twins. Our mother was Susan Moore and our father Alan Quartermaine. We were the sour results of their affaire. We share the same birthday of September 14, 1974. We were born at Our Lady of Mercy Hospital in New York City. But that day was the worse day of my life for you see, I was torn away from my mother and brother forever."
"I don't understand. Your mother is Betsy Frank," murmured Sam in puzzlement. Franco was not making any sense. Susan Moore was Jason's mother. Betsy Frank was Franco's.
"Well, yes dear Betsy is my mother but not biologically," explained Franco, he was now standing a few feet away from Sam. His manner was carefree and calm, as if he was having a conversation with a dear friend. Not someone who was standing at the barrel of a gun.
"On that September day, Jason was the first to come into the world, naturally. Him being the Golden boy and all. Well, after our mother, Susan pushed him out and bonded with her baby boy. I was still waiting on the side wings, waiting to make my grand appearance. You know everyone forgets about little old Franco. He wanted some love too. But like the rest of my life, I was shadowed by my older brother. Susan had passed out by the time it was my turn. She didn't get to see my grand entrance into the world. And believe me, it was a good performance." He grinned at this, as if remembering his own birth. "Susan didn't know I was even there. No one knew about me, except for the nurse and Susan's cousin, Heather. Susan was too preoccupied sleeping to wake up for the birth of her second son. Well, long story short. I got to go home with the nurse, Betsy Frank."
Sam just stared at Franco at this. She didn't know if this was one of his games he was playing at or that this surreal story was true. That Franco and Jason were really brother, separate at birth. They didn't look anything alike but they were fraternal twins. Sam had only seen one or two pictures of Jason's birthmother, Susan. And as she looked on at Franco, she could see that maybe he took after her side, with his dark hair and eyes. Jason was a Quartermaine through and through with his blue eyes and blonde hair, that was for sure. However, it was still pushing it. She didn't even know how Franco knew all this, if it was true.
"How do you know all this?" she asked out of curiosity. Her breathing was calmer now as she continued to look on at Franco, waiting for his answer. She knew she could just shoot him and end it all. But she needed to know the rest.
"Good Old Betsy! When I was a kid, I would ask her all the time who my father was and I guess the guilt ate away at her over all those years of keeping the truth. Anyways, she finally told me about who my real father was and the whole Quartermaine family on my sixteenth birthday. She told me about how I had come quickly before this cousin and her could get a doctor. My mother had wanted a kid for years and was unable to have one of her own. Well, that cousin of Susan's, Heather was desperate for money and agreed to sell Betsy one of us. But the cousin, didn't let her choose just anyone though. She got a say in the matter what one of the babies went to poor, old Nurse Betsy and the other one got to live in the lap of luxury carrying the Quartermaine name, that is Alan decided to step up to the plate to raise him. Anyways, me being the smaller of the two, I went with Betsy and Jason Golden Boy Quartermaine got to remain with Susan and eventually, the Quartermaines," the artist's voice dripped with pain and anger. He was clearly upset about his upbringing. "Now, don't get me wrong. I love good old Betsy. But my childhood was less then perfect. Unlike Jason's who grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth and he doesn't even FUCKING remember a damn thing about it! Now that's just selfish!"
A light bulb went off in Sam's mind a this. This was why Franco was obsessed with Jason. They were brothers and Jason didn't even know it. Franco blamed him and everyone else close to him for his unhappy childhood. Tears welded up in Sam's eyes at this. She didn't know if she was feeling the artist's pain or thinking about her own unhappy childhood. She was feeling a mix of emotions as she continue to stand there, aiming the gun at Franco.
"I guess you could say this is when my obsession with Jason had begun. But I don't call it that. I just wanted to know about my brother," the gleam had once again returned to the artist's eyes as he smiled at Sam.
"Now are you really going to shoot me Sam?" he asked, smirking at her, bringing his attention once again to the gun being aimed at him. "After I just shared with you so much. Are you really going to kill me? Don't you want to see the reunion of two brothers?"
"I say reunion but it won't over shadow the main event of the night, our wedding," Franco licked his bottom lip as he locked eyes with Sam. "I wouldn't let him take that away from us. He has already taken so much away from me with his obsession of always needing to be the centre of the attention..." He reached out to touch her but she took a step back.
"DON'T!" she cried as she tightened her grip on the 9mm gun and continued to stare down the artist.
Franco just laughed at this. "Oh, you!" He continued to look on at her like this. His eyes were dark with desire as he continued to take another step towards her.
"DON'T!" cried out Sam again, "I WILL SHOOT!" Her body pulsed with both fear and adrenaline. She wasn't going to let that sick bastard come any where near her again. She was afraid to shoot him if he did. She had a weapon this time and she wasn't afraid to use it.
Franco just laughed at this. He wasn't afraid of her gun. He continued to enclose the small between them. He was determined to back her into a wall. He was tired of all this chit chat. He was feeling reckless and randy as he continued to stare at her. He licked his lips at what he saw. He loved when they put up a fight.
Sam's heart was beating loudly against her chest as she continued to look on at Franco. He wasn't backing down. He was coming still towards her.
"You don't know how happy you made me Sam last time..." he voice was low and dripping with lust, "It was because of you I was finally able to get my big brother's attention. He loves you Sam. I couldn't take his childhood away from him, someone already had done that. But you were something I could take away from him. You are the one thing he cares most about in his love. I was just suppose to kidnap you...but you were there...lying there...looking so tempting. I couldn't resist you. I had to have my way with you..."
"SHUT UP!" cried Sam at the top of her lungs. She couldn't listen to it any longer. She couldn't listen to this psychopath talk about her like that. It made her sick to her stomach.
"And you were so good too. Well worth it..." he added after a moment had passed. He continued to smile seductively at her. "I been dreaming about doing it again...especially now with you looking like that in that dress..."
"I SAID SHUT UP!" screamed out Sam as Franco once again took a step towards her. However, he didn't just take one small step but was making a move to take her down. Her heart pounded rapidly as she squeezed the trigger of the gun. She watched as the bullet ripped through Franco's chest and out the back. She watched with disbelief as the artist collapsed to the ground.
The gleam in his eyes quickly fading away as he bleed out. The twisted smile remained edged on his face as he lay at her feet, dying.
"How is she?" asked Alexis as she stood up, along with Jason as Dr. Winters approached them. It was just the two of them in the waiting room, along with Monica. They had been waiting for hour or so it seemed. It had only been forty five minutes or so.
"Sam is...recovery," spoke the doctor, choosing her words carefully. "She had been through a lot and it has taken a tole on her. She came in with a broken nose and cut on her chin. She had been patched up but it's her mental state we are concerned about. She was in hysterics when she came in. We had to sedate her for a short while. She has just woken up now and has calmed down."
"Can we see her?" asked Alexis. She just wanted to see her daughter and to make sure she was okay.
"Yes, you can," replied Dr. Winters. "But I must warn you to go easy with her and not to overwhelm her. She has been through a lot. "
Jason didn't say anything as he followed Dr. Winters and Alexis to where Sam's room was. He didn't know what to say. He was afraid to see Sam. He was afraid that his presence would only make things worse for her as he though back to how she reacted back at the church. She had freaked at seeing him.
He wondered what Franco had said to her to make her not be able to look at him. What had Franco done to her this time? he thought to himself as they continued to walk in silence down the hospital hallway.
Sam looked to be asleep as they stepped into the room. However, her eyes slowly opened and stared at her visitors. She looked from Alexis and Jason and back. She was drugged heavily still from the pain meds the doctors had given her earlier. She felt like she had when Franco had drugged her. Her mind was like a blanket of fog. She couldn't seem to think straight.
"It's nice to see you awake Sam," spoke Dr. Winters, smiling warmly at Sam. "How are you feeling?"
Sam did not say anything at this. She just merely shrugged her shoulders. She didn't know how she was feeling. She was confused. She was scared. She was relived that it was all over. She was feeling a mix of emotions at the moment.
"I know you must be feeling overwhelmed at the moment," spoke Dr. Winters towards her. "But you are safe now. We are here to help you."
Sam just nodded her head as she looked passed the doctor and towards Jason. His blue eyes locked with hers. He desperately wanted to take her in his arms and never let her go. But he was afraid to do so. He didn't want to overwhelm her like he had at the church.
So instead, he just gave her a reassuring smile. He wasn't going to leave her. He wanted to help her get through whatever nightmare Franco had put her through.
They were in this together.
Okay, so I know it's not the best ending but I thought I should end it here. Thanks for reading and please review!
Julie