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A Friend To Lean On (Sam X Reader 8)

Sam X Reader 8

Imagine Sam helping you out

You stared down your drink that sat on dirty wood bar table at some bar in an old run down town. This was about your seventh drink, and you started to not remember a thing. All you knew at this point was that you wanted to forget your ex and all the troubles that came with him. The worst part to all of that whole relationship was that he was now using you as punching bag when he got mad. No he did not hit you, he just verbally abused you and his girlfriend tagged along for the ride. He basically told you that he wanted to kill himself on his birthday when he was dating you and his girlfriend called you weak, scared and pathetic. Keep in mind this is all because you had called him a lying sack of shit. Which you thought was justifiable due to how much pain he has put you through.

After you had downed your drink like a real champ a rather tall guy with dark brown hair sat down next to you at the bar. It seemed like you two were the only two in the bar all together. The bar was just so run down and old, it seemed like no one wanted to be there. What was shocking was that it was the only bar in the small town.

"Hey there," you managed to say.

"Hi," he waved staring back at his beer, he seemed to be more concentrated on his beer than anything.

"So what are you doing here?" You blurted.

"Just having a drink after a long day."

"What do you do?"

"Family business."

"You like it?"

"Not really..."

"So then you are here drinking your sorrows away?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that. Why are you here?"

"Drinking my sorrows away."

"You know that does not really solve anything."

"But it makes me forget about the pain that the world has caused. Even for a little bit, yeah I have a hangover in the morning, but at least I knew I could escape the pain a bit," You said swirling your other drink around in your hand. It seemed like you were sobering up, even though the alcohol was not wearing off, you were still drunk.

"Did we mention names?" The man questioned.

"No, I am {Y/N}, I am sorry about being awkward at first." You said holding your hand out to shake his.

"Its fine, I am Sam." He said shaking your hand. You just kinda sat there awkwardly looking at the empty drink on the bar in front of you.

"Hey {Y/N}, do you have anywhere to go tonight?" He asked.

"Uh, yeah, I have some dirty motel room not far from here."

"Oh, let me take you? You don't seem sober enough to drive."

"Thanks Sam, uh, do you want to leave now?"

"Sure," he said downing his drink before getting up as you got up.

You walked next to Sam as you guys left the bar. Sam pulled his keys out of his pocket before going over to this dark colored car, you could not really see it due to it being so dark out. He unlocked the driver door then came over to the other door and opened it for you. "Who said chivalry is dead," you said thanking him.

"It is not dead, but it is more of a dying breed. A lot of guys nowadays don't have the correct manners on treating a woman right," he said turning over the engine.

"Isn't that the truth." You said.

"So which dirty motel are you staying at?" He chuckled.

"Uhm, the Blackbird over by the mall," you remembered. You saw him nod before the car had gunned down the street. You sat there watching the view outside all until a strange fear set in. You had realized that you did not know this guy at all and you got into his car. You silently started to panic at the thought of you not being scene again after this.

The car had stopped outside of the Blackbird Motel, you unbuckled as you glanced at the red neon sign with half of the letters out, glowing. You got out of the car just as Sam did and you thanked him. You started to walk to the direction of the room before you tripped over something and fell face first onto the cement ground. "Son of a bitch," you muttered turning to face the darkened sky. You saw Sam standing there with his hand held out to help you up. You reluctantly grabbed his hand and he pulled you up. "Thanks," you muttered yet again.

"Are you okay {Y/N}?" He asked concerned.

"Yeah, I am just fine," you said leaning on the railing to regain your balance.

"Can I walk you to your room?" He asked politely.

"Uhm," you said looking at the ground. You started to head back to your room, limping because your knees hurt since you had cut them up on the way to falling down. You almost fell over again, but Sam was there to catch you.

"Whoa, let me walk you back and help you." He said holding your arm. You just nodded.

"Are you sure you are okay? You have been awful quiet since I brought you here," he persisted.

"Yeah, I am just afraid..." You trailed off.

"What are you afraid of.." He said. You stayed quiet as he walked you back to your room, you knew he was trying to formulate an answer for himself.

"Oh, you think I am going to hurt you don't you." He said like a lightbulb went off in his head.

"How should I be so sure of that?" You suggested.

"Well, if I would've done something, I would've already," he surrendered as you stopped in front of your room.

"Isn't that comforting," you chuckled nervously as you tried to open the door to your room.

"It should be," he laughed. Then you opened the door to your room, but you stood there for a minute. You looked up at Sam, with one thought consuming your mind, 'should I kiss him?' At that moment, like Sam was reading your mind, he lent down and kissed you. You broke away and said, "Sam, I could not have thanked you enough for being so nice to me."

"It's no problem at all." He smiled as you melted a bit. He had a thousand watt smile that would make any girl melt.

Sam had left and you shut the door, now your main worry was to tend to your wounds. Nothing a little bandaids, soap, water, and sleep could fix. So you went right on into the bathroom to start to clean your knees off.