Summary: When Samantha Walker decided to leave the loving home of Brooke Davis, she thought it was a good idea. It would give her time to get to know her birth mother, Rebecca. Little did she know, things were about to change, and not in a good way.

The First and The Last Month

"I don't understand, I thought you said you were gonna stay home tonight and watch movies with me?" Samantha said with dissappoinment.

"Sammy, I know, but I really like this guy and he asked me out tonight, I couldn't say no. You met him before, it's Trucker, you remember him right?" Rebecca said.

"Oh, that guy, yeah I remember him. Well, I guess maybe some other time then." Sam said and walked to her room and shut the door.

"Thanks Sammy! I knew you would understand, we will definitely do the movie another time, I promise, bye!" Rebecca said before slamming the front door.

"Sammy" Don't call me that! God! Sam thought to herself.

She hated the fact that Rebecca called her "Sammy". She didn't mind it at the time when Julian had referred to her as that. For some reason, she felt like Rebecca didn't deserve to call her Sammy. She was starting the get extremely frustrated with Rebecca. Sam moved in with her so she could spend time with her birth mother and get to know her, but it seemed like Rebecca was trying to avoid every possibilty of conversation with her. Sam was starting to get frustrated with it all, it even made her sad.

After the thought of Julian, she then started thinking of Brooke. She missed her, a lot. She would call her at least twice a week, but it still wasn't the same. She missed being with her, she missed everyone around her. She even missed Lucas and Peyton's wedding because Rebecca told her she couldn't go, she missed Jamie's basketball games, she missed the release of Mia's debut album, the birth of Peyton and Lucas's child, she could go on forever. Sam could tell that Rebecca was jealous. It was only natural though. Sam would try not to bring up Brooke or anyone else that was once in her life for that matter because she knew that it would make Rebecca sad, she's even yelled at Sam for it. Whenever Rebecca would ask her questions about her life or something interesting that she's done, Brooke was always brought up into the conversation and Rebecca would nag at her about it. You'd think the lady would understand though. Brooke is the one that changed Sam's world. She made her a better person, she was the first real mother she ever had, despite the fact that she was only 8 years older than Sam, she loved her and could never not give Brooke any credit for the way she helped her change and grow as a teenager. All in all, Sam couldn't stop thinking about all of this and it made her head hurt. She was filled with angst at the moment.

Sam had met this guy that Rebecca was going on a date with a few days before at the diner. She had that feeling in the pit of her stomach that this guy was no good. His name was Trucker. Classy She thought to herself. Sam had her share of bad feelings in the pit of her stomach, and they never lied to her. And it wouldn't lie to her. Later tonight, the pit of her stomach would reign again. It never loses.

Sam is sitting on the couch flipping through the channels, bored out of her mind when she decided to take a look at the clock. 2AM? Really, what could this lady possibly be doing? She thought to her self. Drinking? Most likely. Sex? Gross, but maybe. What if she fell asleep wherever she was at?

Sam's brain was still hurting from all the thinking she had been doing earlier, and this only made it worse. She was sure that if Rebecca was going to stay the night somewhere she would call Sam and let her know. Well, she hadn't gotten any phone calls. Sam started to worry just a little bit, but then she thought to herself She's a big girl, She can take care of herself. Sam's thoughts proved her right. No more than 30 seconds after that thought, she heard the keys jingling from the other side of the door and in walked Rebecca... with Trucker. Ugh, not him. Why did she have to bring him back here? He'd be perfectly fine sleeping on a park bench.

"Oh Samantha, you're still awake, you remember Trucker, right?" Rebecca said, sounding very much intoxicated.

Sam could smell the alcohol in the air, it made her sick, it made her think of all the rotten people she'd ever been stuck with during her bad days of foster care. Sam just stared, and with a quickness of words she said,

"Yeah, I do."

"Well, hello there sweet child." Trucker said. He then broke out into the lyrics of Sweet child of mine by Guns N' Roses, totally butchering the lyrics with his slurred words, wrong lines, and drunken laughter. Rebecca started singing along with him failing miserably as well. This made Sam want to punch this Trucker guy in the face, and she really wanted to shake Rebecca and ask her what was going on in her stupid brain when she said yes to go on a date with the guy.

"Samantha, you should go to bed, you shouldn't be up this late, you have school tomorrow."

"Yeah Sammy sammy-sam-sam-sam, go to bed you little brat!" Trucker said, thinking he was being hilarious, but really, just egging Sam on even more.

Sam had enough, she was about to explode with anger... and then, it happend.

"Tomorrow is Saturday, Rebecca! I don't have school. God, I wish you would've just went back to his house tonight, cause your drunkeness isn't making my head ache any better right now and I'm really starting to think this whole birth mother, birth daughter experience was a bad idea because It seems like you'd rather date loser pricks like this guy and get wasted than even have just one meaningful conversation with me." She didn't mean for it to come out so cruely, but it was true. She was then scared because from past experiences, you should never talk back to someone who is highly inebriated.

It wasn't Rebecca she was scared of, it was the look in Trucker's eyes. She realized what she had said about him and it was probably going to get bad. Trucker was about 6'3, 250lbs, with long hair, resting on his shoulders, he had a mustache, a beard, and backwards trucker hat on. He was scary.

Rebecca just stared at Sam not believing what she had just said. Literally.

"Samantha, I can't believe you just said that to me! Go to your room!" Rebecca yelled.

"Gladly!" Sam yelled back, she turned around to walk to her room, but felt a hard squeeze to her right arm. It was him.

"I don't think so, you little shit. What did you just call me?" He said with rage.

By this time, he had shaken Sam while asking her the question. Sam froze, but then spoke...

"Wow, that's really sad that you're getting offended by a 15 year old's words. I thought guys like you had balls? Guess not." Sam looked away and laughed, but then immediately regretted saying it after he pinned her up against the wall by her neck. Meanwhile, Rebecca was in the background yelling at Trucker to stop, but he wouldn't. He was choking her. Rebecca then came running towards him, but he kept one hand around Sam's neck while using the other to push Rebecca to the ground, hitting her head on the corner of the side table on her way down. She was down for the count.

"Don't you even think about getting up! I need to set this girl straight, no one talks to a grown man like that! Especially a young lady like you!" Trucker yelled.

Sam could smell his alcoholic breath, and it was making her want to vomit. She then worked up all her mite and kicked Trucker where it hurts! She got out of his grasps, and went to Rebecca's side to see if she was okay, she was bleeding pretty bad, but it seemed like whatever she tried to do to Trucker, didn't work. Maybe he really doesn't have balls? Shit... run! Sam thought to herself as she saw Trucker coming towards her. There was no time to even try running, she didn't even get a foot away from him before he grabbed her by her hair and started dragging her to the couch, forcing her to lay down. He pulled out a pocket knife, showed it to Sam and then cut her shirt open. Sam couldn't believe what was about to happen. She knew she couldn't stop this guy and she knew that Rebecca was out cold.

"Stop it! Please! Let me go! You piece of shit! Get off of me!" Sam screamed in agony as tears started falling down her face.

Trucker didn't say a word, he was laughing and saying dirty things, mumbling and slurring his drunken words. Sam was scared, she didn't know what to do. She kicked and screamed, she tried biting him, but it seemed as if Trucker liked that, so she stopped.

"SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE!!!" Sam screamed as loud she ever had in her whole life. It seemed like no matter how loud she yelled, no one was going to come and free her of this disgusting waste of a man.

Trucker then punched Sam in the face hoping she would shut up so he could get the job done with out any problems. Sam was knocked out cold.

When she woke up, it was quiet. Her head was pounding. She thought for a minute that everything that had happened was a dream. But then, she could taste the blood in her mouth, and she looked down at her body and noticed the rippings in her clothing, the blood on her legs, the cuts on her chest from Trucker cutting her shirt off. She was in shambles. She didn't know what to do. She then thought about Rebecca. She went to her side, and she was still passed out. She tried waking her up, but she wouldn't move. Sam then went into her room, grabbed her cell phone and immediately called the one person she knew would drop anything to be by her side and just hold her close. Brooke.

I hope you all liked it. Let me know how you all felt about the first chapter and If I should continue on to Chapter 2! This will be my first story that I've ever published on here. Critisizim is definitely wanted!

Thanks,

-Me