Mistreated A Sam Wilkinson FanFic

Chapter 47: Torture

**WARNING: Mention of self harm+cutting /blood**

When me and Emily hung up I put my phone down on the island counter in our kitchen. I sighed to myself and leaned up against it. Looking around the room.

All of this seem so different.

We haven't been here in a week, longer than that really. This place we call home has been abandoned and forgotten for what seems like forever. I'm glad we're back and glad we're able to be here again without worry.

Although being here isn't the same as it used to be.

It's not usually this quiet. Silence surrounds me. No voices or movement traveling through the rooms. It's quite eerie to me. The feeling in the room was cold. Like all that was here was ghosts, floating around, lurking behind you. Like the house was actually abandoned.

But really we're back. And it shouldn't feel like this.

We should be happy. The three of us. Riley, Sam, and me. Not upset or worried or depressed. We're finally able to live without worry of Riley's past. But we can't. Now that Sam has left us all. Even though I'm mad at Sam for hurting Riley like this... I wish he was back. Just for her sake.

All of a sudden the quiet lingering through the house was broken. Taking me out of my thoughts. I heard loud bangs coming from upstairs.

Riley.

I instantly ran from the kitchen and up the stairs as fast as my feet could carry me over to her office. The door was locked and I couldn't get in.

"Riley! Riley come on open the door!" I yelled her name but it was no use.

She was throwing things. I could hear it on the other side of the door.

I was wasting time just standing here. I threw myself against the door with my shoulder. Trying to break in. It soon budged and allowed me to go into the room.

My eyes widened at everything here.

There were papers everywhere scattered along the floor. The cup of pens she had fallen on the floor, rolling away from her the desk. The picture frames hung on the wall were now on the ground. Broken glass in many places below them.

Although not all the frames were broken. Just ones with Sam. I've never seen Riley do something like this.

I looked at her who was standing there. Her hands gripping at her hair. My eyes noticed the dark crimson red color of blood traveling down her arms. Which made me look to the ground. A pair of scissors lying there in front of her feet.

The look in Riley's eyes was so heart breaking. There was of course sadness and depression. But there was also fear. She was scared.

Her chest was rising heavily. I could hear her breathing deeply along with a few cries, matching her tears that fell from her eyes and across her cheeks.

Even though there was a lot to look at in the room, the only thing I seemed to look at was her arms. The blood running down them ever so slowly. Dripping onto the floor.

"Riley." I said. Gaining her attention.

She looked at me. Weakness all over her.

She breathed in. Her breath catching in her throat.

"I haven't done it in years. I don't know what came over me." She shook her head. Then lowered her arms just to look at the blood seeping out of the cuts she had made.

I slowly walked closer to her. Placing my arm on her lower back.

"I miss him so much Nate." She cried.