All of Me

Five

"What the fuck," the voice said, and I instantly recognized it as one of the twins. "What the... Sam was he raping you?"

My eyes widened, and I quickly scrambled off the bed with the pillow. "N... no, no!"

"Shut up!" Tailor seethed, jumping over his shocked brother to get at me.

I backed up as far as I could go, which had me cornered in between two walls. Tailor didn't wait, and brought his knee up to meet my crotch.

I cried in pain, dropping to the floor, with a hand tucked between my thighs as pain quickly spread through my body, making my legs quiver. "You were taking advantage of my brother?" One of his hands winded in my hair, and forced my head to look at him.

Tears were close to falling from my eyes in embarrassment, and pain, but before Tailor could do any more damage, he was tugged off me, and Sam was quick to run to my rescue; which surprised me.

"Are you okay?" He asked, leaning over me.

I shook my head, trying to even out my breathing. "I... home... I wanna go."

Sam whipped around without even responding. "Fuck you, Tailor. Get out." He rushed towards his brother, but Tailor held his ground.

"No. You're letting this kid get away with taking advantage of you?"

Sam scoffed. "No. I'm taking a stand before I lose something I care a lot about. This is the last time you're gunna ever touch or hurt him, got it? I'm sick and tired of the three of you putting your hands on him. If I catch you hurting him once more I'm telling mom."

"Are you kidding me?"

The two brothers stared at each other long and hard. Tailor broke the stare and looked over at me, disgust showing clearly.

"Does mom and dad know?"

I watched as Sam stiffened. "You wouldn't."

A sly smirk slid onto his lips, and before Sam could stop him, Tailor bolted from the room, Sam running out after him.

When they left, I moved quick to grab my shirt and slip it on over my head, and button up my pants.

I went around the room collecting my books in my bag, and was about to throw it on my shoulder, but a hand snatched it from me, and roughly pulled me from the room.

"Wait!" I cried, struggling as I was dragged down the hall and into the main living room.

I was thrown to the floor, a grunt leaving my lips, and I was about to look up, but I heard a squeal, and before I knew it Sam's mom was on her knees trying to help me up.

"Tanner Murray Weber!" his mother scolded. She looped a finger under my chin, and lifted my head. "Stand up, Sam."

My eyes were wide, and I could feel the tears burning behind them. Why was this happening?

I moved slowly, but when I was up on my feet with my eyes pointed to the ground, an arm wrapped around my waist, that I instantly recognized as Sam's.

"You're the boy that Sam met at the sandwich shop the one day, yes?" I kept my eyes downward, but none the less nodded. "One of the twins ripped up your text book?" I didn't nod or shake my head, and an awkwardness floated into the room. "Which one?"

I could feel the triplets eye's staring at me, as if urging me to tell so they could beat me later.

"Samuel?"

"Tanner."

I look up just enough to see their mother was staring at me. "You're grounded." She spoke, her eyes not leaving mine. "Two weeks, and no soccer games for that two weeks."

"What? Mom!" It was the three of them.

"Rooms. The three of you. Go," she said.

They left mumbling to each other, keeping their hands to themselves as they passed me. When his mom was sure they were gone she stuck her hand out.

"Mary Weber." She introduced, a small smile playing in her lips. "Are you the boy my Sam has been confusing you with a girl for."

"Mom!"

Mary laughed. It was a pleasant sound, but it didn't make me any less nervous.

"I would like him to meet your father, even if it is just as friends. You know we both love you, and would accept anything you do; except becoming a drug addict."

I could feel Sam stiffen, and instead of letting me go to step up to his mother to hug her, he pulled me along and before I knew it I had two different arms wrapped around me, both holding me in this hug.

My eyes began to water again just at the sweet smell of Mrs. Weber that reminded me so much of my mom.

***

Two weeks after the dinner had passed, and Sam has become very... affectionate, and rather protective.

I'm sure by now most, if not everybody in the school knew about our relationship because of the triplets, and because Sam had invited me to sit with his friends, who didn't seem to care that I was there, but we're still polite enough to acknowledge me.

"Sammy."

I looked to my left where Sam was bouncing a ball on the floor. It has gotten a tad bit cold outside, so he was wearing a black, long sleeved turtle neck with a pair of dark blue jeans; both hugged his figure wonderfully.

"Yeah?" I grabbed my sweater from my locker, proceeding to close it before giving Sam my full attention.

"Whose house?"

"Yours."

Sam nodded, slinging a hand over my shoulder as we left the school. We took the bus and got off a couple stops after.

We walked into his house, discarding our shoes by the door and walking up to his room after stopping in the kitchen for some snacks.

"I was thinking tomorrow we can go out for dinner," Sam said as he walked behind me to his room.

I pushed the door open, twisting on my heel before falling back on his bed. It smelled just like him.

"Where?"

Sam shrugged. "My mom told me about this place out of town... it would have to be a day trip, but if you want to go we can leave in the morning, and come back home the next morning."

I pursed my lips, throwing my arms to the side. "Where would we stay?"

"Hotel," he said. Discarding his shirt on the floor before walking over to come lay down beside me.

"But..."

"Hotels don't cost that much, especially if we just share a bed."

"I don't want you wasting money."

Sam scoffed, rolling into his side to face me. "Nothing is a waste if it has anything to do with you."

I sat up on my elbow looking down at him. "Sam..."

Shaking his head, he pushing his finger against my lips. "Don't even. It's officially a date, alright. You better think of something to tell your father."

I pursed my lips, shrugging. My dad had started to leave the house more, so I doubt he would even notice. He was out doing odd jobs that he refused to talk about.

"Fine, but it's only for the day."

A smile lit up his face, and he nodded. "Just a day then we are back."