Addicted to Heartache

Chapter 2 Part 6: Behind Bars

Lucas woke up around noon the next morning.
"How'd my lip get busted?" He asked looking in my bathroom mirror. Maybe Sam had hit him harder than I thought.
"You really don't remember anything?"
Lucas shook his head, looking genuinely confused. I decided to enlighten him.
"You ripped my shirt off and  when I told you that I didn't want to have sex, you tried to hit me."
Lucas stood still and didn't say anything. I picked up his shoes and handed them to him, pressing them against his chest.
"My mom will be home soon, you gotta leave."
I stared at Lucas without saying anything else.

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Monday morning I noticed that I hadn't seen Sam at his locker while I had my daily make out session with Lucas. I figured that maybe he was just late to school, but when I didn't see him in art class I realized that wasn't the case.  
After school, I sat in my car in the parking lot and called Sam. He hadn't replied to any of my text and all of my calls went straight to voicemail which was very unlike him. I decided to go by his house. When I got there I saw his and his moms car so I figured he was inside.
I went to the door and knocked six times, making a beat out of the Knocks just like Sam does.
A lady opened the door.
"Oh. Hi. Are you Sam's mom?"
The lady looked like she hadn't slept in days. Her eyes were red and puffy.
"Yes, I'm sorry who are you?"
"I'm scarlet. A friend of his. Is he here?"
She rubbed her face and murmured something into her hands.
I was starting to get worried.
She didn't say anything.
"Oh my God. Did something happen? Is he okay?" 
I couldn't control the thoughts going through my mind. I had let Sam leave my house after he had been drinking.
"He's in jail."
I was actually relieved by her response.
"I'm going to bail him out now."
I didn't know if it was insensitive or not but I asked if I could follow her to the jail.
I didn't ask what happened because she looked so distraught already.

When we arrived, I followed his mom in and we waited for him to be released. When he walked out he seemed almost taken a back by the fact that I was there. I ran and hugged him.
"I thought something had happened to you."
I honestly teared up a little as we embraced.
When we got outside I noticed Sam and his mom arguing quietly. I could tell that she wasn't understanding what he was telling her and he was getting frustrated. I decided to intervene.
"Uh, sorry to interrupt but I thought maybe I could give Sam a ride home. I actually need his help with uhm, an art thing."
His mom rolled her eyes and got into her car without saying anything.
Sam followed me to mine.
We got in and didn't say anything. I laid my head down on the steering wheel. I was exhausted.
I looked over at Sam. He seemed angry but sad all at once. His eyes were teary but he was clenching his jaw.
I realized that obviously we weren't going to talk any so I started my car and headed to my house.
As I was driving I happened to look down and see Sam's knuckles. They were purple and red, his first two were busted and scabbed over.
"I beat the hell out of my stepdad."
I nearly stopped the car in the middle of the road.
I looked over at him, he was calm and looking out the window.
I pulled over.
"Sam what the hell happened?"
"They weren't expecting me home so early Friday night I guess and I walked in and he had her pinned against the wall. Yelling. He was yelling at her like she was an animal Scarlet. And I was already pissed off because of what happened at your house. When I walked in, they looked back at me and I know this sounds crazy, but for a second while I was looking at my mom, I saw you. And she just looked so fucking scared." Sam's words were shaky and he started to cry but continued with his story.
"I ran over to him and hit his head against the kitchen cabinets and he tried to hit me so I punched him in the face. My mom was screaming but I felt like I was in another world. And I did it again and again and then I thought of Lucas which made me even madder and I just kept punching and punching." Sam was crying extremely hard now. He was shaking. I took my seatbelt off and brought him into a hug, holding his head to my shoulder.
"It felt so good." He mumbled into my shirt.
I closed my eyes, hugging him harder. After a few moments I had to ask the question that was lingering in my mind.
"How bad did you hurt him?"
I knew he didn't kill his stepfather because then he wouldn't be out on bail. 
"27 stitches and a broke nose."
I was honestly shocked. I never thought Sam capable of that. Lucas? maybe, but never Sam.
What was with my attraction to bad boys?