Samantha Part 16
Below is Part 16 of my story Samantha. For Part 15 which links back to previous chapters please visit http://newauthoronline.com/2013/02/17/samantha-part-15/.
Barry stirred uncomfortably in the armchair. His ribs hurt, his right arm throbbed painfully where it lay strapped to his chest and he breathed with difficulty through his broken nose. Essential tasks such as taking a shower where rendered incredibly difficult, indeed Bary didn’t know how he would cope if Billy haden’t temporarily moved in. Billy cooked, made drinks and, basically enabled Bary to live independently. “Thank Christ I’m ambidextrous” Bary thought. Bary’s ability to use both hands with equal facility had always been useful, however given the current situation it was now proving invaluable. Bary’s work mobile rang (he had two mobiles one for personal use and another which he used for conducting business). “Damn I thought I’d turned the bloody thing off” Bary muttered as he rose painfully from the chair to answer the mobile which lay next to the television in the corner of the living room. “Cuddles, can I help you” Bary said. “Yeah I’d like a young girl, slim. I like schoolgirls so someone who looks young”. “I’ve just the girl for you sir. She’s 18-years-old but looks younger, slim with brown hair”. (Sam was 20 but it was common practice in Bary’s business to tell clients that girls where younger than their actual age. Many clients liked young girls and one had to satisfy the customer. “OK, how quickly can she be with me?” “What’s your address?” The man reeled off an address in Toxteth. “45 minutes to an hour sir. How long do you want?” “An hour”. “That will be £80”. “Do you take cards?” Bary laughed “No sir cash only, its much simpler that way for both of us!” “OK, I’d like to see the girl. What’s her name?” “Angel, she’ll be with you in an hour maximum”. Bary ended the call.
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The man thrust his tongue down Sam’s throat. Sam wanted to be sick. The client’s breath stank of cigarettes, beer and curry. “I told you I don’t kiss” Sam said attempting to pull away. “You will do what I fucking want you to do. I’m paying so just shut the fuck up bitch” the client said slapping Sam hard across the face.
The sound of Sam’s mobile ringing cut through the nightmare. For a few moments Sam lay there feeling confused. Sam rummaged on the bedside cabinet, retrieved the mobile and without looking at the phone’s screen she answered it, “Hello”. “Guy wants to see you. Billy will pick you up in 15 minutes”. The anger which had been festering in Sam over the last six months boiled over. “Go fuck yourself” she said and ended the call.
Bary stirred in disbelief at the mobile in his left hand. How dare that little hoar speak to him like that. Bary redialled, “The number called is temporarily unavailable”. The bitch had turned her phone off! “Billy drive me to that fucking bitch’s. I won’t be spoken to like that” Bary shouted shaking with anger. Billy entered from the kitchen, “What was that Bary? Drive you where?” “To Sam’s. The little hoar’s turned her phone off. I’ll teach that little tramp some fucking manners” Bary said. “I’ll go and speak to her Bary” Billy said. “Just do what your fucking told. If you won’t drive me I’ll get a taxi and you can find another job!” “OK Barry” Billy said reaching for the car keys.
The car turned into Sam’s road and pulled up next to Sam’s. “Wait here” Bary ordered as he opened the car door. Barry strode across to Sam’s building. The street door gave way following several powerful kicks from Barry’s right foot. Barry winced in pain as the force of the kick travelled up his leg. God his ribs hurt. Barry ran up the few steps to Sam’s front door and again applied his powerful right foot to the wood. The door was made of cheap material and splintered after two blows. Bary flicked on the hall light. He could see a half open door to his left and framed in the doorway the face of a terrified girl. Barry lunged forward the flick knife glinting in his left hand. Seeing the knife the girl stepped back but not quickly enough to avoid the blade slicing into her shoulder. Blood spurted from the wound. Barry moved forward his arm poised to deliver a fatal blow to the heart. His eyes met those of the girl. He paused momentarily. This girl was mixed race, it wasn’t Sam. Bary’s confusion gave way to a feeling of acute agony as a fist crashed into his broken right arm. So intent had he been on the girl standing in the doorway that he had failed to see Sam approaching from the bed. Bary screamed in pain the knife dropping from his hand. Despite her bleeding shoulderLisa dived for the knife. Bary threw himself forward attempting to grab it before Lisa could obtain the blade. Sam got there first. As Billy burst into the bedroom he saw Sam plunge the knife into Barry’s throat. Barry clawed at the knife blood pouring from the wound. He began to choke blood pouring from the wound and bubbling out of his mouth.
The Crown Prosecution Service had initially considered bringing a charge of murder against Sam. However following the evidence of Lisa and that of Billy the CPS had determined that “it was not in the public interest” to charge Sam. Billy had provided detailed evidence of Bary’s brutality towards Sam and the other girls and this had been a key factor in the CPS’s decision not to press charges.
Sam was undergoing intensive therapy. She was making progress but she knew that it would be a long time before she could put the events of the last six months behind her.
Soon after her rape by Bary Sam had given up her studies at university, however she now felt ready to recommence her degree and had been accepted at Liverpool University. She was looking forward to starting afresh in the new academic year.
Lisa’s shoulder had healed well but she still retained a small scar which caused her pain from time to time. The two girls remained firm friends and met up regularly. Lisa loved spending time with Sam on her father’s estate in Oxfordshire. It was so peaceful, such a contrast to the hussle and bussle of city life.
Peter had made contact with Sam following the traumatic events of that fateful night when Bary had breathed his last. The two of them where gradually rebuilding their relationship but only time would tell whether they would remain more than just close friends.
The end.
