Samantha Part 14

Below is Part 14 of my story Samantha. For Part 13 which links back to previous chapters please visit http://newauthoronline.com/2013/02/10/samantha-part-13/.

 

Sam and Peter sat on Sam’s threadbare sofa. It had been cream at some point in the dim and distant past but the passing years had turned it’s colour to a dirty brown. Sam fidgeted uncomfortably feeling the sharp point of one of the springs digging painfully into her back. “Sam sweetheart I’m so worried. Please talk to me, tell me why you”. Peter couldn’t say the words “Why you tried to kill yourself” they stuck in his throat like a chicken bone. He couldn’t spit them out. “I” Sam looked at the floor unable to continue. “Sam I love you, whatever it is we can work it out together” Peter said putting his arms around Sam and pulling her to him. “I’m an escort”. Sam spoke so softly that Peter couldn’t hear. “Sorry darling what was that?” “I’m an escort” Sam repeated. She couldn’t bring herself to use the word prostitute. It was the most burningly accurate description of her work but she couldn’t use that word. It was filthy, she was a dirty hoar, a worthless lying tart who sold her body to sad and lonely guys who had no life. No life! Sam laughed bitterly. Who was she to sit in judgement on her clients. It was she who had no life “birds of a feather flock together” Sam thought. “An escort? You mean that sometimes when you are caring for the elderly and disabled that you take them out for trips, to the seaside, that kind of thing. Is that what you mean Sam? Why are you laughing? I don’t understand Sam” Peter said a look of utter perplexity showing on his mobile face. “I’m not a carer or a nurse I’m a prostitute. I was date raped by my pimp Barry. He has pictures that he took while I was unconscious. Photos of him and another man I’ve never seen before raping me. He still has them, the pictures, he’ll send them to daddy if I go to the police. That would kill daddy, his heart is very weak. I can’t, I can’t go to the police”, she articulated between sobs. Sam broke down completely burying her head in her hands. Peter Jerked away from Sam,“You lied to me Sam. How could you? Fuck we had sex without a condom Christ only knows what you have given me”. “It was only with you that I didn’t use protection. I always used condoms with the clients. Its because I love you that I didn’t use anything. I love you my darling” Sam said moving to take Peter’s hand. Peter pulled away and got to his feet. He felt anger like a huge furnace burning in his chest. He must get out before he said or did anything further which he would later bitterly regret. “hoar, slut and slag” where on the tip of his tongue. With a supreme effort Peter swallowed the words and instead said . “I’m going. Don’t contact me ever again. We are finished Sam”. “Pleas Peter” Sam pleaded kneeling at Peter’s feet and holding onto the bottom of his jeans. Peter jerked free, turned and without a word exited the tiny lounge. The room opened into Sam’s small kitchen where Lisa sat on a stool drinking coffee. “Peter?” “I can’t deal with this Lisa. Sam needs you” Peter said heading for the hall. “She needs you Peter more than anyone else”. “I can’t cope Lisa. I can’t” Peter said biting his lower lip and trying desperately not to give vent to his emotions. Peter walked passed Lisa, entered the little passage which passed for a hallway and pausing only briefly to unlatch the front door stepped out into the evening gloom.