It Is What It Is

Broken Pt. 2

Sarah Paulson had never been more terrified in her own life. She didn't know whether she wanted to cry, scream, or go into pure rage. Jessica Lange had called her up, upset, eventually in tears, and asked Sarah for help. Naturally, Sarah assumed that they just had a fight and Jessica needed a ride home, but something in her gut told her that this was much more than a simple argument. You don't call people at at 2:30 in the morning over an argument.

Sarah raced to Sam's house, and what usually was a 45 minute drive, was cut down to an astounding 20 minutes. 

The first thing she saw was Jessica sitting on the curb, head in her hands, and she was trembling. Sarah stopped her car right before the driveway. 

"Jess?" Sarah said getting out of her car. 

"Sarah? Oh my god, Sarah." Jessica burst into tears as soon as she heard the younger woman's voice.

Sarah rushed over to her and quickly wrapped her arms around the now hysterical woman.

"Jess, what happened? Are you okay?" Sarah said, fighting back her own tears.

Jessica dropped her hands from her face and Sarah let out a horrified gasp. 

Jessica's right eye was swollen and it was starting to turn purple. Her bottom lip was busted and blood was dribbling from it. There was a large hand print visible across her face and around her neck.

"Jess..."

"Sarah, it was my fault. I was the one who came over here and wanted to talk. I made him angry talking about the kids. It's my fault. I deserved it. I called him all sorts of nasty shit. I deserved it." Jessica said in between sobs. She desperately clung to Sarah's shirt, trying to ground herself for her breakdown.

"You didn't deserve shit, Jess. It's his fault for not wanting to act like a fucking adult and talk to the mother of his fucking children. I don't give a shit what you said to him. I don't give a shit if you called him a horrible father. I don't give a shit if you called him out on being a drunken asshole. I don't fucking care. Sam has no fucking right to put his hands on you." Sarah was shaking with anger when she finished. 

Sarah was going to eat this man alive when she saw him.

"Where is he now? In the house?" She asked.

"No. After h-he beat me, he just-he just stormed out and left. He just went walking. I don't know where to, but he's gonna come back Sarah. Please don't leave me. Please!" Jessica begged.

"Jess, I'm not going anywhere without you." Sarah reassured her,"But, I'm not leaving until I see the fucking coward in the flesh."

"Okay. Just don't make him angry. I don't know what I would do if he hurt you."

"Come on, Jess. Lets get you up and in the car."

Sarah helped Jessica up of the pavement. Sarah noticed how weak the woman was. Probably from being beaten and then trying not to have a breakdown. Sarah thought to herself.

It was a struggle to get Jessica into the car. She didn't want to lose physical contact with Sarah, even if it was just to close the door and get in the drivers side. As soon as Sarah closed her door, Jessica grabbed her hand and held on for dear life. 

"I'm just back up into the driveway so I have a good view when he comes walking back up." Sarah explained.

"Okay." Jessica whispered.

It didn't take long for Sam to show back up after Sarah had moved the vehicle. As soon as Sarah saw him step from the road to his drive way, she was out of the car.

"Let me guess, she called." Sam laughed.