𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲 | robin buckley

(21) cat got your tongue?

SAM STARED UP AT HER PARENTS with a permanent expression of confusion between her eyes. There was a leather strap containing her arms to her sides, her elbows were pressed into the over-worn shirt, mascara had ran down her face until it mixed with blood, it looked like Halloween face painting gone wrong. Her ribs burnt in pain, her mouth was full of blood but her parents were there.

"How did I get out?" Sam asked, "of the base... how did I get out?"

"Where did I go wrong?" Her mother turned to her father, "what did I do?"

"I don't think this could've been helped" her father sighed, taking a seat on the couch she'd once lain on to watch cartoons and eat too much cereal.

"Can you let me out" Sam moved against the heavy leather constraints, staring at the way they cut into her skin.

"Samantha what did you do?" Her mother asked, "why did you do this?"

"Do what?" Sam tried to shake herself free, "come on this isn't funny, let me out... are there cops here? Look I didn't mean to get involved with this Russian bullshit I swear. Is everyone else alright, Steve and Robin? How did we get out... shouldn't I be in the hospital? Who the fuck called you?"

"Why did you ruin yourself?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Sam writhed in the bonds, trying to get her hands free, "what's going on... I don't understand"

"We got a call today, her parents are distraught"

"Whose parents?" Sam looked up, "Robin's? Is she ok?"

"No of course she's not ok" her father snapped, "what were you thinking?"

"What did I do?" Sam frowned, "what happened to her? Where is she?"

"You forced yourself on that poor girl, after everything that happened last time"

"What?" Sam half laughed, "No I didn't, I didn't go near her... she's got a boyfriend, or she will do by the end of all this. Listen that's not what's going on here, this isn't about Robin this is about the Russians, are you seriously more worried about my sexuality right now, I've been tortured!"

"I hoped it would knock some sense back into you" her mother sighed, "Robin's parents have agreed to not press charges thankfully, I said you were confused—"

"What the fuck?" Sam frowned, "this isn't right... somethings wrong, how did I get out? Why are you ignoring me?"

"It won't hurt" her mother sighed, "we're just doing what's best for you, we want our Samantha back",

"What" Sam looked around, her house looked different, "I got knocked out... when did I wake up?"

"When this is all over, you won't have to hide from God anymore Samantha"

"What?" Sam turned her attention back as she tried to squirm her way out of the binds that rubbed rashes into her skin, "I don't understand... I don't understand, Robin, where's Robin... I just need to talk to Robin"

In that moment she felt pain hit her, it was blinding hot and for a moment instead of seeing black she saw white. It blurred everything around her, like a camera flash. Sam let out a loud yell before it stopped and her vision descended back into black. Slowly pain started to dissipate but occasionally it would spike back again in certain places. Her face, her stomach, her ribs.

Sam opened her eyes slowly, she could only see out of one which immediately scared her. She tried to raise her hand to her face to see whether it was swollen or if she'd lost all vision for another reason. However as she tried to move her hands she found they were stuck, tied in leather. Sam frowned but didn't lift her head up. Sounds were coming back to her slowly and it was then she became aware that she was strapped to a chair, her arm close to someone's side.