Another Spam story. Hope you like it.

Sam reached the door to Spencer's apartment and leaned her forehead against it. Her body shook and her breathing was unsteady. Several times she almost turned around and left. She thought about running, maybe going to Canada, but something kept her there, at his door. He was the only person she had left.

Freddie and his mother had moved to Chicago three years ago. Carly was in her sophomore year at Princeton. She couldn't go home, that wasn't even a question. No, Spencer was the only person she could turn to now. But she still wasn't sure it was the right thing to do. It wasn't fair to involve him in her fucked up situation. If it weren't for the fact that she was exhausted and injured she never would have come here in the first place.

Finally she knocked. It hit her then that she probably looked frightening. She pulled her black zip-up jacket out of her back pack and threw it on, covering her hair with the hood and shoving her hands in the pockets.

Spencer woke up confused and looked at his clock. 2:17. What the.. he said to himself and then he heard the knock again. Spencer jumped out of bed. He was just wearing boxers, and grabbed a shirt as he ran out of his room to the front door. He was still pulling the shirt over his head when he opened the door, and didn't see her at first.

A small dark figure came into view. His eyes were still blurred from just waking up and he seemed confused. Then she spoke. "Spencer.." It was a weak voice, but he still recognized it immediately.

"Sam??" She looked up at him when she heard him say her name, and that was when he saw her face. It was dirty. He notice a scrape on her cheek and her eyes were swollen from crying. "Oh my God, are you okay?" Spencer reached out to her, but she quickly moved away from him and into the apartment.

"Shut the door Spencer," she said roughly. He did, and then stood in front of it, watching her as she moved to the couch. Sam sat down and leaning her head on the back of the couch. She looked so tired, like she'd fall asleep right there. He waited for her to speak and when she didn't, he moved to the couch and sat next to her. She looked at him for a second and then up to the ceiling. "I'm in trouble," she whispered finally.

Spencer began to get scared. He'd never seen her look so serious, but what worried him more was how lifeless she seemed. She'd always been full of energy no matter what she what was going on. If she was in trouble it must be something more serious this time. "Just tell me what happened," he said.

She sighed and then sat up, bringing her hands to her face. That was when he saw that they were covered in blood.

"Sam, your hands!" She looked down at them and then shoved them back in her pockets. "Are you hurt? Are you bleeding?" He put his hand on her shoulder and she winced in pain.

"Relax, dude," she said, though her voice was clearly pained. "It's, it's not my blood." Well, not all of it, she thought to herself. She swallowed and saw his eyes widen. "But um, I think my shoulder might be dislocated. Carly told me once that you know how to fix that?" He stared at her in horror for a moment, clearly in shock. Finally she spoke again, "Come on, man. Can you do it or not?" She sat forward and he saw that her shoulder was kind of crooked. "It really hurts."

Spencer took a deep breath and reached out to her, taking her shoulder in one hand and her arm in the other. "Okay, are you ready?"

"Just do it!"

Two distinct crunching pops seemed to echo throughout the apartment and Sam let out a rolling grunt before falling back to the couch. She gulped in air as if she were finally breathing freely again.

"Are you okay?" Spencer asked again. He was watching her closely, trying to make sense of what was going on.

Sam nodded. Her shoulder was aching, but the relief she felt made it possible to think clearly again. Finally, she looked over at Spencer and saw him staring terrified back at her.

"Jesus, Sam. What the fuck happened to you?" Hearing Spencer swear was so strange to her. She would have laughed if his voice didn't scare her so much.

Sam sat up and readied herself. She pulled her hood down and Spencer was able to better see her face. He was horrified. Her hair was a tangled mess, and there was clearly blood in it. Her face was more covered in scrapes and dirt that he had seen at first. He noticed then that her jeans were caked with dirt too. Spencer started to question all of this but stopped as she began to speak.

"I was on a date with… with this guy." She swallowed as if it were painful to speak. "It was going pretty good, ya know. But when he was driving me back to my dorm, he pulled off onto this dirt road that lead into the woods a little ways. And at first it was fine. We parked and made out for a little while." She paused again, scratching her forehead as if she needed a moment before continuing. "Then he started getting a little too handsy. And I told him to stop but he wouldn't, so I punched him in the mouth and got out of the car."

She stopped. Spencer watched as her eyes began to water and her lip quivered. He couldn't remember the last time he saw her cry. Maybe when her and Carly almost fell off the window washing scaffold when they were kids. He knew he'd never seen her anywhere near this shaken. Sam dropped her face into her hands and began to weep. Spencer wrapped his arm around her and pulled her against his chest. He waited quietly for her to be able to continue, hoping that she would.

"He… chased me. And I tried to run!" She sat up and looked desperately at Spencer as if she were trying to defend her failure to escape this nightmare. "I swear I tried, but he was faster and he caught me." She shook her head, angry now, but mostly at herself. "I fought him Spencer. I fought with everything I have!" Sam looked at her hands and then directly into Spencer's eyes. The look ripped him apart. He put his hand over his mouth and a tear fell onto it. "I wasn't strong enough. He pushed me to the ground." She wiped her eyes and then said calmly, "And he raped me."

"Oh my God," Spencer whispered pulling her tightly back into his arms. Sam broke down, crying into his neck as he rubbed circles on her back. He wanted to somehow take all of her pain into his own body and make it so she couldn't feel it anymore. Better yet, he wanted to travel back in time and protect her from this monster to begin with.

After her sobs began to finally die down, Spencer stood up, releasing her and heading toward the kitchen. "I'm calling the police and then we're going to the hospital," he said as he picked up the house phone.

"No!" She screamed, jumping to her feet. She grabbed the phone out of his hands and threw it across the room.

"Sam! We have to – "

"No, we can't. You don't understand," she begged.

"They'll catch him Sam, you have to let me – "

"No, Spencer!" she yelled, grabbing him by the shirt. "There's nobody to catch!" He looked at her confused, and she slowly let go of his shirt, then turned around and sat back on the couch. "Just listen to me. There's more I have to tell you."

Spencer wanted to move back to her but his body was frozen by the sound of her voice. She was quiet now, steady as she spoke.

"He had me face down in the road and his hands were on my arms. I couldn't move. But then, just as he," she swallowed what felt like a rock, "finished, he let go of my right arm for one second. I saw a big rock a few inches from my hand and so I grabbed it and swung back as hard as I could, and I hit him." She stopped again to look at her bloody hands. They were shaking. So was Spencer. "He fell down. He seemed to be dazed by the blow, like he couldn't get up. I got to my feet, a-and pulled up my pants, and I was going to run… but then I saw him laying there, rolling around with his hands over his face, like some kind of pathetic wounded dog. And his head was bleeding.. and his thing was still hanging out of his pants…"

Spencer felt sick. Then Sam looked up at him. "I just lost it," she whispered so quietly that he almost didn't hear her. "I jumped on him and started bashing him in the head over and over again with the rock. It was like I couldn't stop. I fucking killed him Spencer!"

With that she ran out of the living room, down the hall to Spencer's bathroom. He ran after her, entering the bathroom just as she leaned her head into the toilet, heaving violently into it. Spencer pulled her hair back out of her face and sat beside her on the bathroom floor. He was in total shock from what he'd just heard. He prayed this was all a horrific nightmare and that he would wake up at any minute.

Please review. This is going to be a multi-chapter fic. I know this first chapter is pretty angsty but for the most part this is going to be a mystery/adventure/thriller/romance kind of story so if you like it, stick with me. I already have chapter 2 finished and will post it tomorrow. Thanks