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at Lou’s and Luke had left a bit earlier to go drop something off to Kara. He was going to meet me at the IHOP a few blocks over.” She shuffles and I can tell she’s reliving the night. “I never made it there. Three guys came up to the car and I had seen them in the bar several times before that, but that night they weren’t there to be friendly. They were drunk and they wanted to hurt someone.” My blood is boiling. I thought Sam was raped by one person and it turns out it was three bastards. I swear I’ll kill them.
“I know what you’re thinking Jameson. They got jail time and I made sure of it. I would have killed them for what they did to me, but would I be any better than them?” She smiles and goes back to telling me her story.
“They drove up the ridge, and they ripped my clothes off and held me at gun point. I was a ragdoll to them, something they could just throw around. They took what they wanted and for two hours, they took turns doing things to me that they shouldn’t have. Mase came looking for me that night when I didn’t show up at IHOP. Somehow he managed to find me and they took off when they saw his lights.” Mason, he saved her. They left because of Mason.
“The cops found them as I arrived at the hospital. They were walking and were just getting to the edge of the ravine when the cops spotted them. . One of them threw the gun they had used and the cop saw him do it. They were caught and each one got 5 years in jail without parole. Had Mason not shown up, I think they would have shot me in the head.” I growl at this. A world without Sam in it isn’t a world at all. Funny how I used to think that about Mary-Beth.
“A couple months later, my worst fear was confirmed as none of them had used protection on me. At least they were all clean, but I was pregnant. I considered abortion, but I couldn’t do it. No matter how that baby came into the world, it was a baby, another human being and I couldn’t end its life. Even if it was conceived in hate, I couldn’t not let it live. So I talked to mom. No one but Mase and the family knows about what happened. We found a school a few states away and I moved there on a full scholarship. I quit playing the guitar, I quit singing… hell I quit living.” She won’t look at me. My Sam had to go through this and while she was right that I may have had a lot of trials in my life, I didn’t go through the stuff she’d been through. She could have taken the easy way out, hated everyone that came around, but what did she decide to do? She decided to help others. For that, she has become my hero.
“That’s why you became a physical therapist to wounded people,” I say and she looks at me and smiles, but it still doesn’t reach her eyes.
“Yes it is. I want to help fix people, make them whole again, because for me that’s not possible.” She smiles and looks at me. “I’m not done with my story.” She bites her lip and I try my best to ignore it.
“Oops. Sorry, habit.” She looks down and I laugh softly. “Keep going Samantha.”
She takes a shaky breath and taps her foot on the floor. “I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl on March 26 , 2011. I couldn’t keep her though because she represented everything I had lost, everything I had given up. A family that I had been staying with while I was in college adopted her. They had been trying to have a baby for years and they couldn’t. Heather was a wonderful mother and Declan was a great man, the type you wanted to have for a father. So I had the baby and gave her to them. Isabella is her name. Heather named her. She’s almost three now.” The tears are streaming down her face and I know she’s reliving everything. I could kill the bastards that did this to her.
“Now you know everything. I know you’ve been through your own inferno and so have I. I don’t know what you want from me Jameson, but I have lost my faith. I have
“I know what you’re thinking Jameson. They got jail time and I made sure of it. I would have killed them for what they did to me, but would I be any better than them?” She smiles and goes back to telling me her story.
“They drove up the ridge, and they ripped my clothes off and held me at gun point. I was a ragdoll to them, something they could just throw around. They took what they wanted and for two hours, they took turns doing things to me that they shouldn’t have. Mase came looking for me that night when I didn’t show up at IHOP. Somehow he managed to find me and they took off when they saw his lights.” Mason, he saved her. They left because of Mason.
“The cops found them as I arrived at the hospital. They were walking and were just getting to the edge of the ravine when the cops spotted them. . One of them threw the gun they had used and the cop saw him do it. They were caught and each one got 5 years in jail without parole. Had Mason not shown up, I think they would have shot me in the head.” I growl at this. A world without Sam in it isn’t a world at all. Funny how I used to think that about Mary-Beth.
“A couple months later, my worst fear was confirmed as none of them had used protection on me. At least they were all clean, but I was pregnant. I considered abortion, but I couldn’t do it. No matter how that baby came into the world, it was a baby, another human being and I couldn’t end its life. Even if it was conceived in hate, I couldn’t not let it live. So I talked to mom. No one but Mase and the family knows about what happened. We found a school a few states away and I moved there on a full scholarship. I quit playing the guitar, I quit singing… hell I quit living.” She won’t look at me. My Sam had to go through this and while she was right that I may have had a lot of trials in my life, I didn’t go through the stuff she’d been through. She could have taken the easy way out, hated everyone that came around, but what did she decide to do? She decided to help others. For that, she has become my hero.
“That’s why you became a physical therapist to wounded people,” I say and she looks at me and smiles, but it still doesn’t reach her eyes.
“Yes it is. I want to help fix people, make them whole again, because for me that’s not possible.” She smiles and looks at me. “I’m not done with my story.” She bites her lip and I try my best to ignore it.
“Oops. Sorry, habit.” She looks down and I laugh softly. “Keep going Samantha.”
She takes a shaky breath and taps her foot on the floor. “I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl on March 26 , 2011. I couldn’t keep her though because she represented everything I had lost, everything I had given up. A family that I had been staying with while I was in college adopted her. They had been trying to have a baby for years and they couldn’t. Heather was a wonderful mother and Declan was a great man, the type you wanted to have for a father. So I had the baby and gave her to them. Isabella is her name. Heather named her. She’s almost three now.” The tears are streaming down her face and I know she’s reliving everything. I could kill the bastards that did this to her.
“Now you know everything. I know you’ve been through your own inferno and so have I. I don’t know what you want from me Jameson, but I have lost my faith. I have
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