Tears streamed her eyes, as she ran through the park. Her body numb., her heart broken, and her dreams shattered. All this happened in one night.
How could this happen? Why had this happened?
She kept asking herself those same two questuons. She hated her family, she hated her life, and she hated herself. She was alone in the world, and never would she ever allow herself to depend on any one again.
It had been four years since Samantha McCall, or Sam, had left Port Charles. She hated to think about why she had left. She especially hated to talk about why she had left Port Charles with her husband, Tyler.
Tyler was good to Sam, but he was possessive. He didn't like the fact that Sam worked everyday, and that usually when she went undercover, it was to catch a cheating husband. That meant she had to wear sexy revealing outfits. He hated that. Tyler also hated that Sam had opinions. He never understood why she couldn't just be a house wife, who was quiet. No. she not only had opinions, but she took action. She was always getting into dangerous situations.
Sam, thinking she was lucky to have found Tyler, had always over looked his jealousy, and his possessive needs. However, Tyler was no Jason Morgan.
Jason was sweet, and tough at the same time. He made Sam feel safe. Her work as a Private Investigator, didn't bother him, in fact he had encouraged her, and helped her all the time. He wanted her to succeed in life. He wanted her to do what made her happy, and if being a P.I. made her happy, so be it. Jason felt that Sam's opinions, made her original. They made Sam, who she was, and he actually didn't mind getting her out of the dangerous situations she got into, because it brought them closer.
"Sam" Tyler interupted her thoughts, "where are you going dressed like that?"
Sam looked down at what she was wearing. She didn't see anything wrong with it. She was wearing a bright blue sleeveless shirt, all white skinny jeans, and a pair of bright blue stilettoes. She felt she looked perfectly fine.
"What is wrong with my outfit?" she asked.
"Are you kidding, you look like a whore" he answered.
Sam rose from her seat, and slapped Tyler hard across the face.
Before Tyler had to time to react Sam had run off to their bedroom to pack her clothes. She was leaving.
Once she had three duffel bags packed, she went into her daughters room.
"Alana, sweety I want you to grab your stuff and put them in these bags." she said.
"Where are we going mommy?" questioned the four year old.
"Home" she answered, silently, she didn't want Tyler to hear.
"Okay" said the little girl, happily picking up her favorite toys and putting them in her own duffel bag. Sam smiled at her beautiful daughter.
"Honey, where are you're clothes?" asked Sam.
"On my body, silly mommy." she replied.
Sam laughed as she packed her daughter some clothes.
Alana held on to her mothers han, as they made their way down the hall towards the door, leading to the outside world.
"Where are you going?" he asked, his hand holding his reddening cheek.
"I'm leaving you." were her last words as she ushered her daughter out the door.
It had been two weeks, and Sam had successfully moved her P.I. business, back to Port Charles. No one knew she was here, not even her "family." She had managed to avoid seeing the people who had forced her to leave town. Today, however all that would change.
Sam had decided it was time to let the world know she was back, and that this time she wasn't going anywhere. Her first stop Kelly's.
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