The [Not-so] Friendly Wars~ A Sammy Wilkinson FanFic

Chapter 17

Edited January 17th, 2017

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-1 month later-

"Hey, uh, Sammi... can I talk to you?" Sammy asked from his window, and I nodded.

"How are things with Kenny?" He asked cautiously.

"Fine... why?" I asked suspiciously. Damn, something weird was going on.

"Oh, just wondering," Sammy replied. He was about to shut his window, but I knew he hadn't gotten something off of his chest.

"Sammy, what did you really need to talk to me about," I said gently. He sighed, letting go of the window.

"Nothing." He replied, shrugging. I could tell he wanted me to ask more questions, but I didn't want to. He should have told me when he had the chance. So I shrugged back and got up from my chair.

"I-I had sex with Andrea." He blurted out, and I know he instantly regretted it. I whipped around.

"Nice." I shrugged again and turned around again. Inside, this kind of hurt.

"So, you're fine with it?" This conversation was over.

"It's your sex life," I said, slamming the window shut.

Why do I still even keep that window open?

Maybe it's for birds, in case they decide to be dumbasses and fly through the glass but it's air like it should be. I was pondering my bird idea all afternoon until Kenny got here.

"Sammy and Andrea had sex," I mumbled while he was "braiding" my hair. He had insisted, even though he was very bad at it.

"Andrea told me," Kenny says, staying concentrated on my long brown hair. "I say we get them back. Because Sammy likes you, and Andrea likes me. They had sex, so we should."

"Really? You want to have sex to get back at them?" I turned around and gave Kenny a look of disbelief.

"Why not?" He shrugged.

"Because I want it to actually mean something, not just for revenge," I said.

"Well, I've decided we're doing it. Now." He let go of my hair and spun me around. I tried to turn back around, but he forcefully shoved his lips on mine.

"Kenny, no." I was trying to pull away.

"I said yes!" Kenny nearly shouted, pushing me onto the bed and trying to take off my shirt.

I tried to scream, but he had a hand slapped on my mouth. I knew Sammy wasn't home. He had left hours ago. I was stuck with a guy I thought I knew, but he wasn't who I thought. I tried to get away, but he kept hitting me and kicking me.

"Kenny, have you been drinking?" I ask him as he finally successfully rips my shirt off. He slaps me across the face.

"Shut up," he practically growls, tossing my shirt aside, but it got stuck on my bed. I took the time he was trying to get it off the hook to get out. I slipped out of his grasp and ran out the door in only a bra. Luckily, I grabbed a cardigan hanging on a step and slipped it on once I was out the door.

"Sammi! I swear to fucking god, I will have sex with you, right now!" He was screaming after me. He was like pretty close behind me, beating at the air with his fists, trying to grab my hair. He was pretty close, too.

"Rape! Help me!" I screamed throughout the neighborhood, and I finally got to the park down the road. "Someone help me!" I was crying now, and everyone's heads turned towards me. I stole a glance behind me, and I saw that Kenny must have grabbed a knife while darting out the door after me. A man was chasing him, a big one. He tackled him to the ground, and other adults called 911 and coaxed the knife from Kenny. I sat next to a woman about thirty years old who was rubbing my back. At this point, I was sobbing, terrified about what had happened.

Then the police got there. A couple parents took the kids to a different part of a park so the police could talk to us and witnesses.

"Sammi, what exactly happened?" An officer asked.

"Well, I was at my house with my boyfriend," I gestured to Kenny, "When I told him our exes had had sex. He suggested we have uh sex to get revenge, but I told him no. Then he told me that we were doing it because he had decided we were and tried to take my clothes off. He kept hitting me and kicking me. I-I think he was drinking." I explained the situation.

"Has he ever been like this before?" The officer questioned.

"No. Never."

"Okay." Kenny was in the police car, screaming his head off. The police pulled away, and the woman that had been trying to calm me down brought me back to my house. My mom had called my cell, so I called back, where I got rapid fire questions. Just the same things the cop had asked.

"Oh, Sammi, I'm so sorry. I knew you really liked him." I sighed and told her goodbye and hung up.

"Sammi! Oh my god, are you okay?" Sammy rushed into my room, looking like he was on the verge of tears.

"I'm fine!" I snapped, and he stepped back a bit.

"Woah there, no need to get snappy." He held up his hands, but he was smiling.

"Leave me alone," I mumbled, and crawl under the blanket on my bed. I can't see him, but he stands there for a second before climbing out of my window and into his. God, why am I such a jerk to him? He never did anything to me. I got up and went to the window.

"Hey, why did you have sex with Andrea?" I asked. He was in the middle of pulling off his shirt.

"Because, uh... because...," he obviously didn't want to tell me.

"Spit it out!" I said, giggling a little.

"To take my mind off of you," he finally said, sitting on his bed. It was quiet for a few minutes.

"Sammi, why can't you give us a chance?" He interrupted the peacefulness. I needed time to think.

"I'm done trusting people. Nash tried to rape me too, right?" Sammy nodded, "well, then, three out of four boys I've ever liked have done something to hurt me."

"Sammi, I'm not like them!" Sammy pleaded with me.

"I don't know that," I whispered, shutting the window. I climbed back into bed and stayed there for who knows how long.