"Are you sure you want to hear this Carly? I'm sure Sam wouldn't like me telling you." Richard was hesitant in telling Carly all that had happened and he got to about where the man kicked Sam in the ribs before she started bawling again.
"Yes I want to know everything, and I want the cops called, find them Richard…find her." She pleaded with him. He stood and pulled out his cell phone quickly calling the authorities informing him to the best of his abilities. When he hung up he went straight to Carly's side,
"Is there anything else…" she mumbled. He had already started so no need to stop now, if Carly was going to get into a relationship with this girl she needed everything, not matter how terrible.
"Well she egged him on again basically telling him he was worthless because he couldn't fight fair he had to fight her with her arms tied behind her back. Then he grabbed her hair and drug her off…" He rubbed Carly's back as she forced herself to stop crying. 'That isn't helping anything, it will be fine. Sam knows what she is doing…' She told herself that over and over, but still she didn't believe it. 'She would have done anything to get him away from me…' She shook her head trying to rid herself of such guilt rising thoughts.
"Can we go look for them too?" Carly looked at Richard hopefully,
"If you promise not to do anything stupid if we find them, I'll never live through Sam's wrath if she knew I let you go out." He smiled slightly as did Carly.
"Alright I promise." She ran and grabbed her first aid kit and away they went.
. . .
Sam was in and out of consciousness all the way to wherever they were going. He had hit her pretty hard in the head and knocking it into the door helped that problem none. However her senses kicked in and she was very aware of when they stopped. The man opened the door and pulled Sam out letting her fall to the ground. She looked around, they were by the docks near the sea, a normally beautiful place to be under the right circumstance, and this was not one of those. He then picked her up and made her stand,
"Is it a fight you want?" Sam looked down and didn't answer him; he pulled his hand back and slapped her across the face. She hissed and finally looked straight at him, using her most threatening glare. She swore she saw him hesitate before he said,
"I asked you a question moron, answer it." She shrugged at this,
"Sure I don't care, but this," She lifted her still tied hands, "Isn't really fair, so we seem to be in a predicament. Or are you just scared I'll kick your ass?" The man smiled at this,
"Nobody said life is fair sweetie." He swiftly kicked her legs out from under her. She landed on her bad shoulder and cried out. "Oh did that hurt?" The man's ugly smile widened, it sickened Sam to her core.
"No…it didn't." She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. She felt him lift her arms and cut them free. They limply fell to the ground and she felt him nudge her with his foot.
"Let's go, you think I'm too afraid to fight you? Get up you bitch, I'll show you what it's like to really hurt." He pulled his gun out, set it on the ground, and stood with no stance, no fear, and waited for her to get up. When she finally got the feeling back in her arms she pushed herself up, getting to her feet she stood in a defensive stance. He put his fists up and waited for her to make the first move. When it didn't come he threw a jab at her, she easily dodged it but didn't see the other fist cross-cut and it slammed her in the jaw. She flew to the side and her back hit the ground. She scrambled to get to her feet,
"Hahaha, you think you can keep fighting? You're too slow to even dodge two attacks!" He was confident, very confident, and that's what Sam needed. She moved forward and dodged his jab then his cross-cut, and as he passed by her she pushed him forward. He stumbled and flipped around with another cross; she dodged and pushed him again. This time his knee hit the ground and he roared as he turned back around coming at her once again. He tried for a jab and she ducked shooting her fist upwards she caught his chin and he howled stumbling backwards. Sam followed his stumble and kicked his exposed stomach. He flew back onto the ground,
"Doesn't feel so good does it?" She loved mocking this guy; it was too easy for her. He got up quickly and before he could move Sam was behind him and buried her fist into his kidney. He screamed in pain and Sam moved to his front smacking his Adam's apple hard enough for him to lose his voice and ability to breathe for a moment. As he grabbed at his throat trying to get a real breath she shoved him backwards.
"What was it you thought you were going to do to Carly? You're a pig, you're filth, you're the dirt on the ground," She leaned down close to his face and whispered, "and when I'm done with you I'm going to make sure that's all they can find, the dirt on the ground." She felt him shudder at her closeness and she moved to get his gun. He saw what she was going for and got up sprinting towards her tackling her to the ground. They rolled around until they were on the docks. The end result was Sam on top, she pummeled him punching and smacking and pulling his head up letting it drop making nasty thud noises every time she let it hit the hard wood below. She felt him go limp underneath her, and she eased up her attack. She didn't want to ease up; she wanted to let herself go. Standing up she realized she wanted to kick him like he had her, cut him in all the right places so when he woke up he couldn't move and she could do as she wished, shove him off of the docks and watch as his body sank and he drowned. That was too cruel for her secretly soft side do though 'Lucky he didn't do this a few years back, or I would have done all three.' She numbly thought to herself.
"Look Richard, is that the guys car? I know it was hard for you to see but can we just check it out?" Carly hoped that the authorities had found the guy somewhere, anywhere but they had yet to inform her of anything. So as they drove towards the small boathouse she felt herself get excited and nervous at the thought of seeing Sam again 'Or maybe not…' The guilt side of her mind had kicked in again and she was doing nothing but hoping and praying that that side was completely wrong. Richard slowed to a stop and they both jumped out of the car quickly. Racing to where the car was suspiciously parked on the other side they spotted Sam standing over a lump on the docks. 'Is that…that's a body, oh god…she killed him.' Carly and Richard slowed their run to a walk so as not to alarm Sam. She had yet to notice the two coming towards her and she just kept staring at his lifeless form. She knew she hadn't killed him, but the rage that still burned through her wanted to finish him off.
"Sam!" Carly exclaimed from a few feet away. Sam turned towards them both startled and confused as to who would be out there and why. Getting closer Carly saw that Sam was pretty beat up, but she was still alive and that's all that mattered to Carly. She ran up and threw her arms around Sam's neck, holding her close, softly placing kisses around her face, whispering that she loved her. Sam smiled at Carly then turned her attention to Richard who pulled her into a comforting embrace.
"Call the cops please Richard. I'll tie him up and take him down there, I'm going to have a crap ton of paperwork to do anyway." Sam sighed but still kept a smile on her face. It was over it was finally done with; she had caught the bad guy. Richard did as asked and walked away to make the call. Sam turned back to Carly who was also smiling brightly and pulled her back against her body. She closed her eyes and found she could stay like this forever, and she knew in that moment she could never let it go. Sam's eyes flew open as she heard Richard yelling and running towards them. She then heard a couple of footsteps on the dock and knew what she had to do.
"Go to Richard." Sam demanded Carly, when Carly didn't move she continued, "I'll never forgive you if you don't run to him." Carly instantly turned on her heel and ran to where Richard had stopped.
"Hey bitch!" She whirled around to find the guy charging at her a knife drawn in his hand. 'Damnit, I knew I should have checked him' she thought to herself before dodging his first attack.
"I'm not going to let you make a fool out of me in front of her." He growled at her charging again. This time when Sam dodged he reached out and grasped her shirt yanking her towards him. He wasted no time in connecting his fist to her face. She howled out,
"SAM!" She heard her name being screamed from a distance. She chanced a look and found Carly struggling to get away from Richard to help her. She silently thanked Richard for his hold because she didn't know what was going to happen now. He hadn't lost his grip on her shirt but she was so rattled she didn't see what he was doing until she felt an extreme amount of pain shoot into her body from her side. She looked down to find the knife handle sticking out of her skin. She gasped and her anger took over her entire being. She reached down and yanked it out thrusting it upward she felt it cut through his arm as easily as butter. He screamed out in pain and finally let go of her. Thank goodness her adrenaline was pumping because at the moment she couldn't feel anything, 'Slow down Sam' she tried telling herself 'if you don't you're going to…' Before she could finish she felt her fist crash into his jaw harshly, and then she was gone. Gripping his hurt arm she twisted it backwards until he was on his knees, she shoved his face to the ground and kicked him in his side reveling in the cries of pain he squealed out. She forced his arm upwards higher until a sickening pop echoed through her ears. The guy just screamed on and on,
"Bet you wish you hadn't fucked with me know huh." Sam stated flatly. She shoved him over onto his back his now broken and limp arm falling to the ground.
Carly had been watching the whole things, she would be next to Sam if Richard hadn't been holding her back and saying,
"Don't do anything stupid Carly, you promised me." Even though she had stopped fighting him still he held onto her. She cried out when she saw the knife cut into Sam, she didn't know how bad it would be but she had this gut wrenching feeling Sam needed her. She knew she was right when she saw Sam cruelly break the man's arm and still shove him over onto his side.
"Richard please, I need to get to her, I need to snap her out of it!" Richard finally relented seeing as the man could do no harm to her with a broken arm and they both sprinted towards Sam.
Sam was walking around the shaking and whimpering wreck that was now her victim. He wasn't about to get away with what he had done. The way he had talked to Carly in those letter, the way he had threatened her, the way he would have hurt her, the way he would have killed her, 'the way he tried to kill me.' Her thoughts fueled her into lunging on top of him and animalistic cry tearing itself from her throat she wrapped her hands around his neck.