Adopted By Hamilton

Chapter 31. "Sofia"

Before this chapter starts I want to give a large trigger warning. This chapter talks of r@pe in a pretty large way. Love ya.

Sam's POV

I woke up Friday morning sick. After what happened on Wednesday I hadn't been back to school. Something about regulating my emotions or something. I don't remember what Lin said. He also said I had to start going to therapy, which sounded so stupid. Like I don't want to tell my whole life story to some random stranger, but in Lin's words 'you need to be okay' which I think is bull.

He didn't say when I would start, but just that he was setting it up. Whatever.

Anyways I'm sick. Like I'm not actually sick, but I have this awful feeling in my stomach and chest and I just don't feel okay. I've thrown up a few times and Vanessa thinks I have the flu or something, but I know I definitely don't. It's awful. I just want to stay in my bed forever.

At around ten Lin came into my room. "Kid, it's time to wake up. I know you don't feel good, but you should at least shower and get out of this house. You haven't left your bed since Wednesday," Lin said as he opened the blinds on the window. I groaned from the light.

"Well, I don't feel good. And I literally don't think I can move," I told Lin. I tried to sit up and my body didn't cooperate with me. I just groaned.

"Here let me take your temperature," Lin said and went to get the thermometer.

He came back and stuck the thermometer under my tongue.
After a few seconds it beeped and showed the temperature of 98.4*F.
"Your temperature is okay. So you don't have a fever. But I want you to shower, maybe you'll feel a bit better." Lin explained. I just nodded.
"Also, how are those cuts? Are they any better?" Lin asked, pulling an outfit for me to wear out of my closet.
"They're fine." I muttered. I didn't like talking about it.

Lin threw a pair of pants, a long sleeve shirt, and a clean pair of boxers on my bed.
"I just want you to at least shower and change your clothes please," he said sitting on my bed.

"Okay," I said meekly. I had no intention of doing either of those things.
"Okay, it's time to get up," Lin said and started to pick me up out of bed.

"Lin let me down!" I yelled a bit. I didn't need his help.
"Nope. I will not let you sit here and get worse. I care about you and this is me trying to help." Lin threw me over his shoulder and brought me to the bathroom.

"Lin, I don't want your help! I'm fine! You aren't my dad!" I yelled, and loud. I instantly bit my tongue. I felt horrible.

Lin put me down quickly. His face was sour. I could tell I made him sad. This was all my fault.

"Lin I-." He just shook his head and walked away.

I sighed and went into the bathroom. I turned the shower on, then made sure it was scalding hot.

I undressed and then took a step into the shower. The hot water hit my body and I winced a little bit. And then my ankle started to burn a little bit from the water on the cuts.

After about ten minutes I got out of the shower. Lin was right, I did feel a little better.

I put the clothes he had picked out for me on, but then remembered I had to go back to my room to get my binder.

I went back to my room and threw my binder on, then the long sleeve shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror for a second and then walked away before I could say anything bad.

I went into the living room and saw Lin sitting there watching TV.

I sat down next to him. I didn't dare to say anything. So he did.
"I'm sorry if I overstepped. I really am. And I know I'm not your dad because I would never hurt you. Kid, I love you. And I just want to help you," Lin said and put an arm around me.