I stared out my window at his and noticed that the curtains were pulled back, but he wasn’t in sight. My heart fell a little at this, but I still waited for him to answer. Please, please, please!
“Hello?” I heard his deep, sexy, husky voice on the other side. Inside I was repeatedly thanking my lucky star. Yes, I have one.
“Nate!” I gasped out in relief. “Are you home? Please tell me you’re home!” I said.
He chuckled slightly, almost nervously and answered, “Yes, I’m just heading up to my room. I just got in, why?”
I was just about to tell him, when my door flew open and hit the opposite wall with a loud bang! I jumped in fright, and turned around slowly. There stood my dad with a scary look on his face. He almost looked like a bull, ready to devour the man with the red blanket.
He glared at me with all the power in the world. “Do you really think that you can talk to me like that and get away with it?”
I whimpered and cowered in a corner shaking like a rattle in a little baby’s hand. My thoughts were jumbled and I could hear Nate’s voice on the phone. I couldn’t make out any words; my mind was fogged with fear. I blinked and tried to focus on Nate and heard him say,
“Sam! Are you okay? Talk to me! What’s happening?!” he shouted frantically.
I closed my eyes, knowing I might not live through this, and whispered into the phone, “I’m sorry.”
I felt the blow to my face and screamed in pain as my head hit the wall. I felt him rip the phone away from my hands and then grab my jacket and shirt in his fist, and fling me across the room. Tears were falling freely now, and seeing the distance he had thrown me, landed me right in my doorway.
I scrambled to my feet, thinking if I could make it to my door then I could make it to Nate’s house. It would take a miracle. And I was fresh out of miracles. I made it to my stairway, and then started to crawl down the steps. I was almost to the bottom, when I felt the stairs shaking slightly, and then a sharp pain in my side. I flew down the stairs and hit the wood floor. I moaned and looked up at my father, his aura was raging, and his eyes were boring a hole through my body. I couldn’t seriously be giving up now! I needed to live! Nate hasn’t found out how I feel about him yet!
I tried scooting backwards, moving to the door, but the pain was too great. I winced and whimpered as pain shot a course through my body. My eyes never leaving Jim’s figure, afraid that if I did, he would suddenly become a ninja and start beating me to death sooner than I planned.
I blinked away the hot tears and felt my hand up the door, and cringed as more pain rung throughout me. I felt the doorknob and was just about ready to turn it when he jumped to the floor and grabbed my neck. I screamed and turned the doorknob, but he threw me through the air and I landed somewhere in the living room. I felt my shoulder being bruised from the impact, and clutched it trying to soothe the pain. Jim followed me into the room, his fists clenched in rage.
“Now, you’re going to get it sweetheart. I’m going to teach you what I taught your mother! Not to talk back!” he thundered at me.
I stared in shock. What?
Suddenly, I saw his fist speeding towards me and I barely had enough time to turn my head. His blow landed on my head, causing me to tumble to the side, and I just felt the kicks to my stomach. He let up for a second and lifted me up so he could look at my face.
It was tear-stained and most likely had blood dripping down the side. My eyes fogged and bloodshot. I was losing consciousness, I saw him smirk and then his fist came down at me. I lost consciousness as he dropped me to the floor.
Nate’s POV
I was just thinking about Sam and about the dance, when my phone started ringing. It was my ring tone for Sam. Dear God by Avenge Sevenfold, it was a perfect song for her.
I answered it and said “Hello?”
I heard deep breathing and then she gasped out “Nate! Are you home? Please tell me you’re home!”
I laughed, she sounded nervous and frantic, which in turn made me a little panicky, but I couldn’t jump to conclusions. “Yea, I’m just heading up to my room. I just got in, why?”
I wasn’t really in heading up to my room when she asked; I was in the kitchen fixing myself something to eat for my dad and me. Still, I started heading up to my room when she asked that.
I was on the staircase when I heard a loud bang! on the other side of the phone. I heard her gasp, and then deep breathing. “Sam?” Still nothing, and then I heard a deep rough voice say, “Do you really think that you can talk to me like that and get away with it?”
Was that her father? Oh fuck. I started running up my stairs, and kept shouting her name and trying to get some sort of response from her. I could hear her frighten whimper right before she whispered, “I’m sorry.”
What?
I heard a smack and then a scream from the phone and once I stepped into my room, I saw. I stood in my doorway frozen. I saw Jim’s broad figure standing in the window, and staring down. My mind wasn’t even concentrating on the phone anymore. I saw him bend down slightly, and then throw someone towards the door. Sam. Dammit!
Fear clutched every bone in my body. I HAD to do something! Why was I just standing here?! I saw her slowing disappear from the window’s view, meaning she was going to try and make it down to her door! I had to save her from her father! I’ve had enough of this! She doesn’t deserve any of it!
I moved as quickly as I possibly could out of my room, and down the stairs. While I was hopping the steps 3 at a time, I shouted for my dad. “DAD! Dad!? Come on! Follow me!”
I passed by the living room and saw him on his favorite chair looking at me confused but alarmed. “Wha..”
“Just come on! It’s an emergency! Sam is in trouble!” I yelled standing by the door gripping the handle tightly turning my knuckles white. I ignored the fear inside me, and replaced it with anger.
He stood up and started to protest, but I was NOT going to deal with his 20 questions right now. I interrupted him and yelled raging mad, “JUST FUCKING COME ON!”
I slammed the door open and ran with as much speed as I had across our lawn and across her driveway till I stopped at her door. I shouted her name as I kicked in the door, expecting it to be locked. Hell it wasn’t even closed.
Did that mean she got out? I heard the sound of someone getting punched, and the grunts of a guy. I turned and saw Jim beating Sam who was on the ground, bleeding, laying on a broken table. I wanted to rip this guy to shreds; I really cannot explain or express my anger.
I ran over to him, yelling out every fucking cuss word I could conjure up. He stopped beating Sam, and turned around to stare at me. I laid a hard clothesline to his jaw and he flew back. I climbed on top of him and started throwing as many punches as I could to his face. I wanted to beat his face in, to make him feel what he was putting my baby through every single day. He NEEDED to feel that horror.
I heard my name being called, and I stopped to turn around. I spotted my dad with a complete bewildered look on his face. I wanted to tell what was going on, but I never got the chance. I suddenly felt a blow to my face which sent me back to the floor. I turned over and saw Jim kick me in the side making me cringe. I swiped his leg and got on top of him ready to beat his face in again, but he punched me with his right, then his left and then another right, and I couldn’t tell what the other punches were. I remember falling to the side and on top of Sam’s soft, broken, bloodied body.
I wearily cracked open my eyes and saw my own father, punching the shit out of the already beaten Jim. I heard sirens and that was the last thing I heard before I passed out.
Sam’s POV
I woke up feeling sore beyond belief, and my limbs were not much better. I felt eye goop keeping my eyes together, and tried to wipe it away before I realized that I couldn’t move my left arm. I used my right one, quite painfully I might add, for both eyes, and then quickly looked over afraid to see what I was expecting.
I gasped and then quickly, wasn’t so afraid anymore. I saw Nate’s sleeping face directly next to me on the bed. Wait, bed? My eyes quickly scanned the room, and I realized that we were simply in Nate’s room. How did we get here? Wait, why was I even next to Nate, in his bed? Last thing I remember was, Jim, beating me.
I cringed and scooted closer to Nate’s body. I winced as pain shot about me, and at the same time I heard Nate wince too. I looked up at him and saw a couple of cuts on his face. WHAT HAD HAPPENED???
Why was he all cut up too? I wanted answers, but at the same time I didn’t want to wake him up. He probably looked as bad as me, scratch that, I probably looked way worse. I heard the door open and pushed my eyes up again, trying to get a peek at the person coming in. I saw four men come in. One was Gerard, Nate’s father, and the others were wearing blue police uniforms. Huh?
I opened my eyes all the way, and cleared my throat. Instantly, all eyes were upon me, and I tried to talk but my throat was all scratchy and course. Gerard was at my side with a tall glass of water in an instant. I was extremely grateful, and if I hadn’t felt like I just swallowed rocks, I would tell him. I finished the glass quickly, and in less than a millisecond, another one replaced it. I gulped down that water as well, finally feeling a little better.
“Take a deep breath Sam, it’s all over now,” one of the police officers said.
I looked up him, and wanted to smile. But, I knew it wasn’t over yet.
Gerard took my hand, the one that wasn’t holding Nate’s hand, and looked me in the eyes. “I’m so sorry Samantha. I couldn’t fathom what that man was capable of, until now. For that, I’m so sorry with every bone in my body that you suffered through that.”
One of the officers with blonde long hair cleared his throat and Gerard let go of my hand, which caused me to squeeze Nate’s hand a little tighter. He was basically the only thing currently supporting my internal self right now.
I wanted nothing more than to cuddle up and disappear into the dark regions on my blanket and cry. But, I couldn’t do that just yet.
“Miss Lund, I know that this is a difficult time for you right now, but we have your father in custody and strongly suggest that you pres-,” the blonde officer started to say before I cut him off quickly.
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“I will press charges,” I said blankly and with no emotion whatsoever.
He raised his eyebrows and then they quickly shifted to sympathy. I ignored it. “I’m very sorry Miss Lund,” he said. Then I quickly blurted out, “Where’s my mother?”
He looked shocked but only for a second before regaining his bravado and answering as if rehearsed, “We are currently searching for her location to see is she is involved in this unfortunate situation.”
I stared in shock,
“Yo-You can’t find her? She’s…missing?”