Too Close

Becca is a 17 year old girl from Washington, but when she leaves her hometown with her dad to start over in a place she's always dreamed of, will it love up to expectation?


12. In Too Deep.... <That's What She Said..

Becca's POV

I open my eyes and look around.

Holy shit, where am I?

I look up at Sam, who's still out cold, and I think back to last night.

Tears stream down my face and I replay last night over again in my head.

"You take such advantage of me!" The voice rings in my head.

"No wonder your brother ran off! He must've got tired of your shit!" It rings out again.

"You gave you're mother too much stress while she was sick! You're the reason she's not here! You killed your mother!" That last one hits hard.

I find myself sobbing into Sam's chest again, once I snap out of my flashback I realize his arms are around me and he's rubbing my back.

"It's okay Beck, I'm right here." He whispers.

We sit there as he calms me down for what seems like hours.

Then after I feel myself finally calming down we hear a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Sam yells.

JC walks in and sees my eyes all puffy and instantly knows something is wrong.

He can read me like a book, he's always been able to.

"Becca. What happened?" He says rushing over to me, hugging me tight.

"I.. He.." I start then break down crying again.

He hugs me tighter, "Shh Beck, it's okay, it's okay."

"Do you want me to explain?" Sam offers, I nod and try to calm myself down.



Sam tells me everything that happened last night.

I can't believe it.

How could I be so stupid?

I should've been there for her.

I have no idea how long this has been going on either.

Becca chimes in after Sam finishes the story and tells me that her father only started drinking after he realized his son wasn't coming back.

She continued to tell me how he just tore her apart, saying different things every time. But never going as low as saying she was the reason for her mom passing.

This really hit her hard.

I can't stand to see her like this.

I storm out the door and down the stairs. 

"JC, where are you going?" she yells behind me.

I just keep going, I head out the front door and march across the street.

"JC! Please stop!" She yells from the front porch.

I ignore her once again until I hear her crying again.

That stops me dead in my tracks.

I run back to the house and hug her tight. 

"I'm sorry Beck. I don't know what I was going to do. Why didn't you tell me sooner he was so awful?" I ask holding her.

She shrugs her shoulders and wipes her eyes.

I'm going to make sure he stops treating her so badly. 

She's definitely going to be here a while.


Sam's POV

After all of that we all kind of decide to give Beck some time to herself and let her unpack and get settled.

I told her to stay as long as she wanted, and to get comfortable, because neither JC or I will let her go back to being verbally abused by her alcoholic father. 

I go and straighten my room then ask Beck if she wants anything from Starbucks, but I hear her crying again. 

I knock on the door and she's not in there, I guess she's in the bathroom.

I knock on the bathroom door, "Beck you okay?" I ask kind of awkwardly.

I guess she doesn't hear me, but the bathroom door opens and she looks up at me then pulls the bottom of her shirt down.

She looks so upset, so hurt. I just go up to her and hug her.

When she gasps in pain then I start to get worried, "Becca..?" I ask.

She puts her hand over her hip and keeps tugging her shirt down.

She looks away and sits on her bed.

"Sam please. Just go, I don't know what to do." She weeps.

"What are you talking about?" I ask walking over to her.

She turns her body and looks to her side again, observing it through her shirt almost.

She then shakes her head.

I rub her shoulder and hug her tight again.

She cries into my shoulder and all I can do is hold her.

"Let's go out tonight. Go have some fun and get out of the house! All the guys can come too if you want. We need to have a fun night!" I suggest.

She nods and smiles, "That sounds perfect!" 

"Awesome!!" I hug her again.

Tonight should be fun! 

I go and tell the guys to get ready, just so we can have a great fun night.

I go to tell Becca that everything is good to go and I walk in on her changing her shirt.

My jaw drops, but I quickly cover my eyes and feel myself turn a bright shade of red.

"Sorry, I should've knocked!" I say apologetically. 

"It's fine Sam!" She laughs.

I uncover my eyes and my eyes travel over her body once again, but they stop at scars, and what looks like new wounds.

"Beck, what did you do..?" I question moving closer.

She pulls her shirt on all the way as quick as possible and covers her face.

"This is what he's driven me to do Sam." She says, as if she's given up.

"You don't have to do this anymore . You're safe from anything now. We'll make sure nothing hurts you anymore. You don't have to worry." I say grabbing her hand.

She nods, but I don't think I really got to her.

"Please just don't tell JC." She pleads.

I nod, "As long as you promise me you'll never do it again..?"

She looks at me, "Okay.. Let's just get ready for a fun night!" 

She seems excited.

It's going to be fun.

I hope.

I just want Becca happy. 

We just have to bring her out of this funk. We've gotta get her to smile.

I know we will.


Becca's POV

I can't believe I let Sam see my scars. 

They're hidden enough so when I wear a bathing suit they're unseen, but I guess my shorts weren't up high enough.

I breathe in deep and just get ready for a fun night. 

I think I need it.

I change into my favorite high-waisted shorts, and a cute white crop-top with a halter neck.

I don't know what time we're leaving so I just leave my long hair down and put a bandana in as a headband. Then apply my makeup, dark eyeliner, and mascara.

I want my wings so big I can fly!

I laugh at my own stupidity and finish up my face.

"Becca!? You ready?" Sam calls out.

"Coming!" I grab my phone and my wallet and run out of "my room".

We head out to the car and Kian starts driving.

"Where are we going?" I question.

"Not telling!" Sam laughs poking my side.

I spaz and he laughs harder, I go to poke him but he blocks it and grabs my hand instead, so I kind of just hold his hand the whole way to our mystery destination.

We pull up and I get out of the car.

"Uh guys....?" I question.......


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