Shots Fired

Chapter 12

I woke up to Sam spooning me, we were still in the same room when we started talking. I slowly lifted Sam's arm off me enough for me to get away. The sun was shining through the dark red blinds. I lifted my jacket off the floor to find a pack of cigarettes and a half empty bottle of whiskey. I can't remember if we drank any last night or if someone else came in, but what are the chances of that happening. I hesitated before I grabbed the whiskey and cigarettes along with the rest of my stuff. I walked downstairs and passed several people passed out on the floor. The door creaked open and the frigid morning air took me by surprise. I leaned against the wall with the cigarette between my fingers. The cold bites at my skin but I don't budge. I've lost all feeling, all emotion there's nothing keeping me here anymore. Everything I've ever loved is now gone and all I'm left with is the pack of cigarettes and whiskey that keeps me numb. "Sophia?" I looked over to see Sam walking over to me. "Hey." I said dully. "It's freezing out here." Sam said trying to start a conversation. "I don't mind the cold." I said as I rubbed what's left of the cigarette on the ground. "What happened last night?" I asked looking up at him. "You really want to know?" Sam said as he sat down next to me taking a sip of whiskey. "No but tell me anyways." I took the bottle away from Sam and took another sip before hearing what happened. "First tell me what you remember." "I remember smoking with you and then we started talking, that's it really everything else is kind of a blur." I looked at the ground afraid of what I might hear. "Do you remember what we talked about?" Sam asked. "I remember parts, you told me about your mom and dad." I said. "You told me about what happened to your parents and how your brother kicked you out and you live with your friend now." "Fuck, I didn't want you to know." I said. "Why?" "Because I'm tired of the way people look at me and treat me like I'm a charity case. The only reason I'm staying with my friend is because they pity me. I'm just tired being known as the girl who's parents were murdered. Everyone has just been handing me stuff from food and clothing all the way to grades I don't deserve. It just sucks." I took out another cigarette and lit the end. "Yeah, it's like knowing actually feels bad they all think it's just an unfortunate situation." I breathed in a long dose and slowly let it out. "Basically, anyways tell me what happened last night." I demanded. "Well after we talked you got up and just walked. Of course I followed you because I wasn't going to let you out there with a bunch of drunks by yourself. Anyways a group of ass holes came up to you and gave you something to drink which they drugged. Whatever it was made you lose control and you started dancing and making out with the guys that drugged you." "Is that it?" I said after a long pause. "No, they tried to have sex with you." "What do you mean tried?" I stuttered. "I was looking for you because I lost you in all the commotion and I started asking people if they saw you leave finally one of them told me where you went and I heard you yell my name, and I ran into the room where the guys were holding you down and taking off your clothes. They didn't take all your clothes off, I walked in before they could." I looked down trying to hide my embarrassment. I looked at Sam's hands and his sleeves were up enough to where you could see his knuckles. His hands were covered in dried blood and bruises. "You fought them." I whispered. "I wasn't going to let them take advantage of you like that." "Thank you." I said as I grabbed Sam's hands. I checked my phone and I had 20 missed messages and 5 missed calls from Juliet. I've been gone all day yesterday and it was already 8 o'clock. "I have to go." I said. "My friend is freaking out because I didn't go home last night." "Do you want me to drop you off at your friends house or take you straight to school?" Sam asked. "It's probably best to take me home first so I can shower, I probably wreak of alcohol and cigarettes." I joked. "Good point, home it is." Sam jumped up and held out his hands. I grabbed his hands and he pulled me up.