|Chapter 4|I Can't|

                                    

                                          
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Sams P.O.V
                          
Its been a week since I've talked to Taylor. When I went in the next day she acted professional as she normally does but it was different this time. Her eyes gave away that she was concerned but she would never ask not there.
                          
I've wanted to be mad at her all week. I wanted to blame her. Its not her fault though. She is my boss and I her employee. 
                          
Whenever she would come to talk to me I ignored her and just did the work she needed done. Its hard, she has been in my thoughts all week. She hunts my dreams, my thoughts my movements. I find myself facing out in the middle of work thinking of her.
                          
I don't know whats going on, what this feeling is or why I am wanting to be mad at someone who didn't do anything. To make sense of it I just cry and cut and take a beating.
                          
I haven't talked to Emma or Maggie either. We aren't friends but still I've just been ignoring everyone. I probably should have never talked to anyone.
                          
Its Friday now, I just have to finish this day and I can rest from avoiding people. Going home though.... is hard.
                          
I'm copying papers and someone comes in behind me. I figured its Taylor again so I turn around to give her a half ass answer but it's not. Its the guy.... from the party. What was his name? Mr. Valentine I believe?
                          
"W-hat do you want" I forgot about him but he isn't any more present. He shuts the door and locks it. There aren't any windows in here. I back up slowly getting an idea of what he wants.
                          
"Oh hey baby, we got interrupted at the party so I thought we should finish" he said come closer. My heart starts to race and my breathing increases.
                          
"we weren't doing anything" I whisper. He quickly closes the difference and gets in my face.
                          
"What was that, doll face" he says forcing me to look at him by raping his hand around my neck. Tears roll down my cheeks and I squirm.
                          
I thrash around and finally made contact with his nuts. He let's go and I push through him lunging for the door.
                          
He growls and grabs the back of my collar. I let out a scream hoping, praying someone would come.
                          
He raps his arm around me and covers my mouth. "Shut up bitch" with those words I froze. Unable to move or speak.
                          
"Thats what I thought" he chuckles pushing me up against the wall. "You and I are gonna have fun" he said. I look at him I'm so scared, I should screa. Why won't I scream?
                          
He forces me to face the wall and pushes me up against it. I try to push away but he doesn't budge. He moves his hand up my skirt amd I go numb. He unzipped his pants and pushed my underwear to the side.
                          
He forces himself inside me. Something inside me keeps me from checking out.
                          
Scream
                          
I scream again this time louder as he roughly pushes inside me. Tears stream down my face.
                          
I hear a knock at the door.
                          
"Hello?" It came, ot sounds like Emma. The door nob wiggles but no luck.
                          
"Sam? Is that you?" She asked still trying to get in.
                          
"Emma Plea-" I say getting cut off my him covering my mouth. I guess he is trying to finish before she gets in.
                          
The door nob stops, I think she went away. I close my eyes and quietly cry. I can't stop him, I tried. Why can I never push people away.
                          
Time seems to slow down, my heart races. Not from him just from the fear. I just want, I just want...