He smiles wistfully. "Sorry, Ror, we're just friends, remember?"
He turns and walks toward the lot. It's the Linton lot, and he walks toward Cam's car. But where is Cam?
"Sam!" I call out as Robin prowls toward me. My stomach rolls with utter terror.
"Sorry, Ror! You're his, not mine - nothing I can do!" he calls back, and gets in Cam's car and drives off.
Why is Sam driving Cam's car? Where the hell is Cam?
I watch in horror as a tractor trailer races head-on right into Sam's path.
"Sam, look out!" I scream at the top of my lungs as tires screech, the crash ofbangsandboomsreverberating ominously into the night air.
My elbow is yanked and I'm forced around so I can't see what's happening. I'm paralyzed by panic; all I want to do is make sure Sam is okay.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing? You stupid bitch."
"No!" I plead, but Robin drags me up the steps and into the hall that leads to the gym. He hauls me into the locker room.
I'm frozen in fear. I can't breathe. My throat constricts and air refuses to pass through.What is wrong with me?!
Suddenly Robin slams me back into the wall. "You're fuckin'mine, Rory. No matter what you do. No matter where you go. You'll always be mine, and no one else will ever want my messed up fuckin' leftovers," Robin spits.
He tears avagely at my clothing as I start to sob.
"Please, Robin! No! Not here!" I cry and plead, but as always, it does no good. He rips my panties off, and again, even though I'm wearing my cheerleading uniform, I have no spankies on.Where the hell are my spankies?!
He slams into me and I wail in agony. "My girl likes it rough," he growls threateningly.
"Please stop! No!" I cry, but his fingers close around my throat, cutting my lungs off from precious oxygen.
This is it. He's really going to kill me this time.
"Rory, wake up!"
I gasp for air.
"Rory, you're okay. Just wake up,please." It's Sam's voice.
I open my eyes.Where am I?
Oh, right. The hotel.
Oh, right. Sam's room.
Oh, right... last night...
I'm out of breath, like after many of my nightmares, and I lie back and close my eyes, reliving the mortification of last night - or perhaps earlier tonight since it's still dark.
"You okay?" Sam asks hoarsely. He's in the bed, on top of the comforter, holding me and stroking my hair.
"Yeah... just another dream," I murmur when I've caught my breath.
"Fuck,Ror. What can I do? How can I help you?" His eyes are almost wild with desperation.
I should say "nothing". I should send him back to the couch to sleep in peace, because chances are I'll wake up screaming or crying again in a couple of hours, and Sam deserves to get some rest.
The nightmares started not long after the first time Robin forced himself on me, and they got progressively worse after that last time - when he gave me my scar. Myscars.Though only one is physically visible. But the few times since then I slept in Cam's bed with him, I had no nightmares. And right now, though I know I should spare my friend, I'm still reeling from my dream, and I'm feeling a little selfish, and I'm wondering if Sam might offer me a similar solace.
