The Boy Who Came And Went

Sam, abused and told he didn't belong anywhere. He believed it, and lived his life like they were right... until now.
*Strong language may occur!* *You have been warned!*


14. Flashback

"HE HAS TO BE OKAY!!! TELL ME HE IS GOING TO BE OKAY! Please..." Sam heard someone yell before he was pulled down into the deep, dark abyss known as unconsciousness. 

Sam saw himself, hovering over a scene before him. It was his father and his father's friends. They were laughing at something in the middle of the ring that they had formed around something. No, not something, someONE. It was him, Sam. He doesn't remember this ever happening. He remembers his father beating on him, or his friends, but none of them ever did it together, especially in the form of a fighting ring... 

Images of that terrifying memory or dream or whatever the hell it is, came flooding back all at once. Sam felt like he was watching a movie on a replay of just that single scene. The punching, kicking, slapping, scratching, all came back so fast. He doesn't know who, what, when, or why it was happening. It is in the back of his mind, nagging at him to remember, but he just can't remember! All of a sudden everything went black, then a single spark of light, like a match burned brightly in the darkness. It got closer, so close in fact, that Sam could have sworn that he feel it burning him. Closer and closer. The closer the match got, the more intense the burning sensation got. 

It's hot, too hot. Why is it so hot? What does that have to do with my father, his friends, the abuse, and the fighting ring scene? The burning only intensified more and more. It's getting hotter still. It feels as though he were, personally, being set on fire by that single match. Then, all of a sudden, he remembers. He remembers everything and it is too intense for him, he starts thrashing, wanting to wake up from this nightmare or memory, whatever it is. 

All of a sudden, the memories start fading, they are fading so fast. Then, they are gone. As the images are leaving his mind, a constant, steady beeping becomes more clear and insistent. It is giving him a headache. He is slowly opening his eyes, which feel like they are glued shut, against the bright light of, well, wherever the hell he is. He finally manages to open his eyes, and he groans lightly as he recognizes the familiar white walls, white ceiling, and white sheets. He is in the hospital. 

Great, just great. Sam thought. This is exactly what I need. Another uncomfortable hospital bed and horrible mushy hospital food. Sam begins to look around the room only to notice a slumped figure in an armchair beside him. He shifts quietly in his bed to get a better look at the figure. He suddenly recognizes the muscular body all of the way to the perfectly chiseled face. It was Phillipe. 

Sam smiled to himself as he watched Phillipe sleep silently. He looked so peaceful, Sam thought, more peaceful than Sam had ever seen him. He quickly looked away as he noticed Phillipe twitch a few times and then start to stir. Sam closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep so that the man next to him wouldn't think that he was a creep for staring at him while he sleeps. 

"Sam... Sam... are you awake?" Phillipe asked softly. I guess not, Phillipe thought to himself. "I-I was worried when that useless paperclip of a man stabbed you in the back, literally. I didn't know what to think. I still don't know what to think about anything anymore. Especially when you kissed me... I am probably getting my hopes up, but I was and still am hoping that you actually meant that kiss. That it wasn't just something that you did because you thought you were dying..." Phillipe said, to himself more than to Sam. 


A/N- It took me a bit to write this chapter, so I didn't have it posted yesterdat. SORRY! I will be working on more chapters as quickly as possible. I don't know where to really take this story. Where do you think I should take it? What do you think about Phillipe, Izzy, and Sam? Should I bring Izzy back into the story? 

Give me your opinions in the comments!!! Much appreciated.

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