DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE NOR BUT THIS STORY I DO.

Thomas Evans- Peter Brooke

12 years ago

After hearing the door slam and the truck start up, that's when they moved. They wanted to leave the house all together that same night but opted out because they didn't have another vehicle and the buses definitely wasn't running this late. One more night. That's what they promised themselves. She had went into his room to set up, while he went to get his sister. Sam, now fifteen, saw his six year old sister, who was balled up in her bed, tears stains on her face as she watched him come in.

Sabrina grabbed her stuffed bear then wrapped her arms around his neck when he picked her up, laying her head down on his shoulder as he guided them out the room. He walked her to his, closing and locking the door behind him. He went and sat her down in his closet, where their mother was waiting, her arms reached out for them both. Closing the door, he locked it too then pushed one of his trunks against it. Luckily, Sam's closet was spacious. His mother had made a big pallet with blankets and pillows so they could sleep for the night.

Emily pressed a kiss to her daughter's forehead, then looking back at Sam, rubbing his cheek. She failed them both and she hated that she did. She was suppose to be their protector, but ended up becoming a victim too, "I promise I'm going to get us out of this."

The sounds of his mother's cries were the catalyst, but as soon as he heard Sabrina's, it was what set him off. He hated him. Hated him to a point where he wanted to hurt him because of how much he hurt them. It was one thing that he was an alcoholic, but his verbal abuse had turned physical and he would be damned if he let him continue to do that to them. He had skipped school the next morning. As soon as his sorry excuse of a father left for work, he got to work on packing their things. He made sure that he got all the important documents first, then the meaningful things and lastly their clothes. Hearing the doorbell ring, he stopped what he was doing and went to answer it, looking out the peephole before opening, showcasing the one person he trusted more than Mr. Atkins, "Thank you for coming."

"You don't need to thank me." Henry said as he patted the young man's shoulder, Gill following behind him. Before he passed a couple months after bringing Sam to him, Mr. Atkins had filled him in on everything but when Sam called him last night, the man in him wanted to come and take the family in, but the pride that Emily had didn't allow him. Instead, Sam had asked if he could come help him get their stuff so they could move it to an apartment that Emily had find for them, "Let's get this done quickly."

And quickly they did. It only took about thirty minutes because Sam had gotten everything that he believed they needed. They loaded up Henry's truck, Sam looking around the house one last time before closing the doors.

9 years ago

Eighteen year old Sam was deep in thought as he walked down the street, putting is phone back into his pocket. He had sent Mercedes a text, letting her know that he was almost there. Since it was night, they kept the gym locked up since the area had gotten bad over the past couple of weeks. They haven't had any problems, but it was better safe than sorry. He didn't know that he was being followed until he reached the front of the gym, coming to a halt when he heard that voice. The last time was when he was being carried away for disorderly conduct and public nuisance.

Thomas Evans wasn't a man that Sam ever wanted to be. To be honest, he wasn't a man at all in his eyes. He had no respect for him, something that was highly known and pushed the older man to the edge even more, "You keep blocking my calls."

"Get a hint."

Thomas went and stood in his path, making him stop and face him, "You need to tell me where my daughter is."

Sam glared at him, "Hell no."

Thomas grabbed him up by his collar, pushing him against the brick wall, "You not the man of the house and you never will be. Tell me where they are."

Sam spit in his face, the man pulling his arm back and punching him in his face, prompting him to drop to his knees.

Thomas kicked him in his side twice, wiping the saliva off his face, "Who the fuck you think you are boy? Huh?"

Mercedes, now sixteen, was on her way out the front to let Sam in when she heard the commotion going on. Coming out of the front door, her eyes went wide once she saw Sam on his knees, holding onto his side, while his father stood over him. She ran out and knelt down beside him, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." He muttered as he spit out the blood in his mouth, which caught her by surprise once he looked at her, "Go back inside."

"I'm not leaving you out here with him." Mercedes stood once he did, her eyes glaring at the seething man, "You really are a sick prick."

"And you're a smart mouth little bitch that needs to mind her own business."

Sam frowned deeply as he went over and punched the man in the face, pushing him to the ground, "Don't you fucking talk to her like that."

Mercedes' callout for her Dad ran so loud that he was outside within a few seconds.

Henry went into a slight panic when he heard Mercedes since he was in the foyer locking up the room. Once he got outside, he was taken aback by scene before him. He went over and pulled Mercedes, along with Sam away from the man, turning to them, "Get inside and call the cops."

Mercedes didn't want to leave her father either but she knew he was going to be okay. She had picked up Sam's bag, placing it on her shoulder as she gave a backwards glance to her father before Sam pulled her along with him in the building.

Thomas grunted as he stood up from the ground, rolling his jaw as his wiped down his pants, "I'll be gone before they arrive."

"You have some nerves showing your ass up here and doing what you did."

"He attacked me first, I have proof. Besides, he's legally an adult so they can't arrest me." A smile curved on his lips before he glared at him, "You're trying to play his father, but you're not. I'm his father and that's never going to change. You remember that and you tell him that too. He has my blood running through his veins. Mine."

"Stay away from Sam and stay away from here." Henry glared as he pushed the man backwards, "Get your ass off my property before you don't leave here walking."

Eight years ago

"You're getting old."

Sam scoffed as his little sister's comment, sticking his fork into the cake, "Nineteen is not old. I'm technically still a teenager."

"Yeah, an old one." She snorted, gasping when he flipped some icing her way, "Hey, don't play with your food."

"Who knew you being ten could be so annoyingly bratty."

Sabrina rolled her eyes at him as she took her spoon and reached over to get some ice cream out of his bowl, "Whatever."

Emily chuckled at the two before getting up, rounding the island in the kitchen, "We have something for you."

"Mom, I told you not to get me anything."

"I know but who's the parent around here?" She smiled as she walked back, sitting the present down on the side of him, "Happy Birthday."

Sam sighed as he unwrapped the box, taking the top off, he moved the paper around and smiled when he saw what it was. He pulled the gloves out, taking note of his name engraved on one, and one of his favorite scriptures on the other. 'Watch ye, stand fast in the faith, quit you like men, be strong.' 1 Corinthians 16:13. Translated, that meant to be on your guard; stand firm in the faith; be courageous; be strong, "I love them. Thank you both so much."

"You're welcome honey."

Sam sat the gloves back in the box, leaning down to grab something out of his bag. He looked back at his mother and handed it to her.

Emily shook her head as a giggle escaped her mouth, "It's your birthday and you're giving me gifts?"

"It's for you and Sabrina." He said with a smile as he watched the girl look over in interest as her mother took off the bow.

Emily opened the top and founded some folded papers. She picked it up and unfolded it, a set of keys hitting the table unexpectedly. She glanced down at them, then to Sam then back at the papers to read.

"You always talked about this place and us moving there when you had enough money. So, I said why not make this a reality?"

"S-Sam...how?"

Sam had to admit that when her voice cracked, he started to get emotional. His mother had been through a lot, but one thing for sure, she always put them first and protected them, no matter how much she said she failed. She was there and he wanted to repay for it, "Those two fights I won, I got a larger amount of money. I put the rest in my account that's you're on too. You take whatever you need out of there for you and Sabrina. I'm going to make it Ma and when I do, I plan to make sure that you both are taken care of."

Emily was in tears. She couldn't believe that her son had did all of this for them. The past couple of years have been so rough for them. In the process, she has gotten divorced, moved twice because he kept finding them and had restraining orders placed on him. Her piece of mind was no longer there because she was so worried about her children and their safely, but she was thankful that all of this had finally came to an end. A new state, new city, new people and a new home, "You aren't coming?"

Sam shook his head, "One day but for now, this is for you two. A new start."

Emily smiled as she looked at him teary eyed, wrapping her arms around him for a hug, "I'm forever grateful for you, my sweet boy. Thank you. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Mom. I swear that I have you guys forever and I'm never going to let anything happen to you." He hugged her back tightly, laying his head down on her shoulder, feeling Sabrina wrap her arms around them as well, "That's a promise."

PRESENT

Sam opened the door to the gym, questionable eyes on him for multiple reasons. The first person that Allyson had named landed him back to a familiar place. One that he would like to say was too close to him. His eyes scanned around gym, zeroing in the person in question. He walked over to where he was, grabbing him from the back of his shirt, dragging him out of the ring and throwing him on the floor.

"SAM!"

The man looked at Sam in shock, knowing exactly what he was here for but it was too late as he words were cut off, "W-wait, I-I didn't..."

Taylor, one of Sam's old trainers and three other guys came from where they were and went over to the get him off the man. Even with the four of them, he overpowered them as his fist repeatedly struck down in the man's face, feeling the bones crack against his hand.

Mitch had came from the back when he heard all the commotion going on, his eyes turning wide as he ran over to try to help, "What is going on?" When they finally got Sam off the man, he was a bloody, groaning mess. He looked at his former client with so much confusion when he saw the anger stricken face, "What the hell, Sam?"

"This son of a bitch is the one who attacked Merce."

"I-I..." He struggled to breathe as somebody came over and helped him sit up, trying his best to talk but nothing would come out because it hurt too bad, "No...I.."

Mitch was mad confused from the start because he for one didn't know that Mercedes was attacked and he definitely couldn't believe that James, who was currently losing consciousness on the floor, would've did something like this and for what reason? "I'll handle it. Get outta here."

"You better Mitch, or I swear to God..." Sam snatched himself out of their grasps, his threatening words lingering throughout, "I won't hesitate to do so and you'll be collateral for not doing anything either." Sam walked off, pushing the door open to where the hinges rattled. He made his way to his truck, getting in. He heard his phone ringing, looking down and seeing all the missed calls from his mother and sister. They were worried and rightfully so, but he couldn't answer because he knew that'd he get talked out of doing what he needed to do. He was going to turn this city upside down until he found who he was looking for.

About an hour later, Sam had walked into the bar, scanning the place for any sight of him before heading straight for the counter. He knew that this place was his spot because he always mentioned that it was the only bar worth going to. After coming up empty, he took a seat at the counter. He watched as a woman gave him a smile before coming to stand in front of him.

"Hey there handsome, what can I get you?"

"I'll take whatever's on tap."

The man next to him watched as she walked away, giving Sam a side glance, "You're Thomas kid. The boxer?

Sam looked over at the man, nodding his head, "Sam."

"I figured." He said as he knocked his knuckles against the wood, indicating for a refill, "Your father brags about you all the time."

"I was wondering when's the last time anyone has seen him around here?

"It's been about a week, which is unusual. The bastard is here religiously every night." He responded as he picked up the bottle and looked at him, "No offense."

"Please believe there's none taken." Sam commented as he watched another bartender, Jeff, bring him his beer, recognizing him instantly, "How about you?"

"The last I heard he halted out of town, leaving his family behind."

"You know where to?"

The bartender shook his head as picked up the glass and cleaned it out with the towel, "Sorry, Sam. Even his wife came the other day looking for him."

Sam leaned back in the stool, taking a long sip of his beer as he cursed internally. Allyson must've given him a heads up and that thought alone was really sending him over the edge. There was no way he was going to get away with this. None. He needed something and he knew where he could get that something from. She may have not known where he was, but Sam had a feeling that wife of his had to know something, "You know where they live?"

The man looked at Sam, watching as the expression on his face didn't falter one bit. He was serious. One thing he did know for sure, the two weren't on the best terms but Sam was a good man, hella better one than his old man was but he didn't want to get involved in whatever he had going tonight. He was about to tell him he didn't until his sister came and budded into the conversation once she brought in some new bottles.

"Grand Lake, on Santa Clara. Look for a white BMW."

"Rena."

"You didn't get that from here."

Sam watched as she gave him a nod before walking away, his eyes going to Jeff, who just sighed, prompting him to down the last of his beer before getting up. He put some money down on the counter before walking out the establishment.

The drive didn't take long because Sam had broken every driving law there was. Luckily for him, there wasn't any cops out to give him some much needed tickets he deserved. He had so many questions running through his head all at once, but he was going to try his best not to lead with anger. Spotting the house on the right, he parked his truck on the side, shutting it off. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. For his sake, he hoped the bastard wasn't in there because this might be his, speaking on himself, last night of freedom. He got out his truck and headed up to the two-story home. For someone who was always begging for money and at the end of some bottle, he was surprised he was even living like this. He had to been mooching off of his wife. He came in front of the door, leaning over to ring the doorbell before stepping back. His heart was beating fast in rage, fist balling to his sides when he heard floaters, followed by hearing the locks being twisted before the door opened. He watched as the woman appeared, her eyes going wide as she looked at him in shock, watching as she attempted to close to the door, but he grabbed ahold of it, "You're either going to move and let me in or I'm going to push my way in. Your choice."

A/N. I gave y'all a some snippets of some major events of Sam's past & yeah, I told y'all it wasn't pretty. But the question is, what do you think is going to happen next? Why did Ally sing like a canary? Will she be arrested? Who is James & how is he even involved? Will Mercedes file charges? Will Thomas be found? Hm, so many questions that you'll get answers to...in 2021 ;)