Pain. The next thing Sam knew of life was pain. Something hurt...but why?
There was a sound too. Rhythmic, repeating, a sharp noise that came at a familiar pace. Beeping, that's what it was called.
Scents flowed into his nose, reminding him of when he had gotten that cut under his eye stitched up. Trina had been the one who cut him...Trina... Just thinking about her name worried him. Why was that? He'd been with her just now, hadn't he? They were in this dark room looking at boxes and...scared, he was suddenly very scared. He wanted to run, go up the stairs and out the door. There had been light too, hadn't there? Why was everything so dark? His eyes were closed and felt heavy. He tried to open them and bright light flooded in, making him groan in discomfort.
"Sam?" There was a voice out there with the light. A girl's voice. Was it Trina? "Sam?" it asked again, this time closer to him.
"Tri...na?" he tried to say, but it sounded like a croaking whisper. A hand touched his.
"No Sam, it's Eve," the voice said. He tried to open his eyes again, and saw that the voice was right as he squinted through the light. It was his sister, but...she was in the car, wasn't she? Where was Trina?
"Wh-where's Trina?" Sam asked, the light no longer so painful, his surroundings becoming clearer. He was in a bed, but not his bed at home. His head throbbed. "Wh-where..." Hadn't he and Trina been someplace else just now?
"We're at the hospital, Sam," Eve told him. "Do you remember? You hit your head in the car. The nurse said you might not remember some things." It was true, he didn't remember, but when he tried to, and he thought of Trina he got really worried.
"Where's Trina?" he asked.
"I don't really know. I think maybe she's in surgery still. They won't tell me anything because we're not family."
"Surgery...she...she's hurt," he said, a dark red stain flashing in his memory. "Blood...she's bleeding!" Fear. Running. Something in his hands. He lifted his head and looked at Eve's hand. Had he been holding Trina? No, something rough. He flexed his fingers, trying to feel the memory in them.
"She was shot, do you remember?" He couldn't.
"No," he said, frustrated.
"I'm gonna get the nurse," Eve said, and left him, exiting though the curtain that surrounded his bed. He held up his hand and looked at it. Boxes. He'd been carrying some boxes. They were important. Trina had to push some buttons to get to them. He remembered her screaming and then...then she was looking at some paper in the dark? It didn't make any sense. God, his head hurt. He tried thinking back further...dinner, his dad, his dad who he caught having sex with Trina...this had something to do with that. Trina had something in her hands, not that piece of paper in the dark, but a purple notebook...the plan. The plan! Sam's jumbled memories shuffled into something resembling order, right up to him opening that electrical box in the dark hallway where it got patchy again.
The privacy curtain parted and a rotund little woman in nurse scrubs came in with Eve right behind her. "Finally awake, huh?" she said, glancing at the beeping instruments beside his bed. "How do you feel? It's okay to be confused right now, you took a pretty hard hit on the head."
"How's Trina?" Sam asked.
"The girl who was with you? She was shot in the back, son. The police are here, and they'd like to have a talk with you and your big sis about how that happened," the nurse said, shooting a look at Eve. "Make sure he stays relaxed, and if he can't remember something, don't push him." She left them.
"The police? Good police right? The...the boxes, where are they?"
"They're out in the car still," Eve said. "And the police, yeah, I think they're gonna be on our side." In the gap through which the nurse left, two uniformed police women appeared, and Sam sighed in relief. They stepped inside, closing the curtain, and Sam told them everything.
At first they looked just as skeptical as Eve had that time he told her about Trina and their dad and the club, but at the mention of boxes of DNA evidence in the car, they were considerably less doubtful. They took Eve with them when they left so that she could call home, and when Eve returned she looked shell-shocked.
"Mom said Dad's gone. He got some phone call and went to Darci's room and...they just got in the car and left. He took her, Sam. We did all this, Trina got shot, just to protect Darci from him and he got away with her." Eve started to cry, and Sam could only sit in stunned silence as he tried not to imagine what Darci was experiencing at that moment. "You, you don't think Dad is...he wouldn't touch her, would he?" Eve asked Sam. "I mean, he just wanted to give her to other people for that, right?"
"I...I suppose," Sam agreed with her. "He, he wasn't doing things to her at home, right?" Eve had made sure to have a talk with Darci about 'bad touching' right after she and Sam had decided to protect her, and the 9-year old had seemed more grossed out by the concept of anybody touching her than anything, which Eve had taken as a good sign. So while they were confident that Darci wasn't being molested by their father before, now could be an entirely different situation.
Within the hour Sam's mother arrived at the hospital, accompanied by a couple of police detectives who specialized in sex crimes. Sam told them, and his understandably stunned mother, his story before the nurse chased all of them out so he could get some rest. He asked the nurse again about Trina, but she would only smile and pat him on the knee before turning out the light overhead and leaving him literally and figuratively in the dark.
A few hours later he woke to somebody shaking his arm; it was Eve. "They got him, Sam. They got Dad, and Darci is fine." He couldn't see too well, but he could tell she was crying.
"What about Trina?" he asked, happy to hear about his little sister being safe, but still concerned for the girl he loved.
"I don't know. I think her mom is here though. The cops and the doctors took her somewhere and I haven't seen her since." Sam felt Eve's hand take his. "She...she didn't look good when they got her out of the car, Sam. There was a lot of blood and—"
"Don't say that," Sam said, fighting tears. "She's going to be alright," he said as firmly as he could, voice quivering, hand squeezing Eve's tightly.
"Y-yeah...she'll be okay," Eve said, wiping her tears. "I should go. I'm not supposed to be here," and she left Sam to sleep again, which came only in fits and starts. He managed to string together a few hours though, and when morning came he was released into the arms of his mother and two sisters. With his release also came an answer to Sam's burning question: how was Trina?
The bullet had chipped her shoulder blade, broken a rib, pierced her lung, and had come close to a major artery, but she was alive and recovering following surgery. Such a wave of relief washed over Sam that he cried at the news. He asked to see her, but was refused on the grounds that only family members were allowed so soon into recovery, but that Trina's mother would allow it. Speaking of mothers, Sam had to face his with the whole truth known.
Obviously she wasn't happy about what he and Trina had been up to, and Sam probably would have heard an entire litany over all the risks he had taken in the last few weeks, but what he had done was far more permissible than what his father had done. His mother filed for divorce from her lying, kidnapping, child rapist of a husband, and now faced a future entirely at odds with what had been an idyllic lifestyle and perfect family.
The police investigation became a media sensation overnight, with so many local politicians, teachers, law enforcement, and unlucky gambling addicts like Trina's father being arrested. Being a minor, Sam and Trina's names were never released publicly, but their fathers' were, so it didn't take long for rumors to spread throughout their school, especially since that cruel teacher was also arrested. Sam, Eve, and Darci were all pulled from their schools and began home-schooling. They were also descended upon by what felt like nearly every therapist in the area, all of whom wanted to attach themselves to the victims of the now highly publicized child-sex-ring case. Sam wanted none of their help, though. All he wanted was Trina.
It was a week before Sam got his wish and was escorted late one night to Trina's room. She was awake, alert, and sitting up in bed when he walked in. A woman sat by her side, and from the resemblance she shared with Trina, Sam deduced correctly that it was her mother. She smiled weakly at him, and got up from her daughter's side and left them alone in the room, though the door remained open. Sam took her chair at Trina's side.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey," she answered back, voice a bit hoarse, but a smile on her face. "She didn't want to leave," she said nodding at the open door. "Thought I might be stupid enough to get frisky with you if we were alone together."
"Probably wouldn't be good right now," Sam agreed. "My dad got arrested. He kidnapped Darci, she's fine though, didn't hurt her."
"I heard. Is your mom okay?"
"Yeah. She's sad, but she's doing okay. Eve says she's mostly just shocked by all of it."
"I know. It's all pretty crazy. What's it like at school?"
"I dunno. I haven't been back, but I think everybody kinda knows since our dads were arrested. They probably thought I was having sex too."
"Well you were," Trina said, sticking her tongue out at Sam. "Just you got to do it with a cute girl instead of a dozen dirtbags every weekend."
"Yeah." Sam sat quietly for a moment. "So...what happens to us now?"
"Huh?"
"Well, our moms know what we were doing. They'll probably not want us to do it anymore. I'm in home-school now, and you're not in school at all. We're kinda..." He felt his eyes brim with tears as he considered the future for them. "I don't know if we'll get to see each other as much now, you know?"
"Yeah, I know. I think they'll let you visit me every week as long as I'm in here, but I can't stay here forever. I think my mom wants to move too after all this."
"You're gonna move?!" Sam felt something break inside upon hearing that.
"Probably. There's this private school she wants to send me to. All girls so I don't get knocked up or something," Trina rolled her eyes. "She thinks I'm a slut who'll just let any guy in—"
"You're not."
"—and I'll just slide around from dick to dick leaving a trail of jizz behind me like a slug. She doesn't trust me."
"She will. She just needs some time."
"She doesn't believe that I love you. She said she's gonna have me talk to some expert or something and he'll 'help me get through the horrible things that happened to me' or some shit. I think I'm doing okay, don't you?"
"You kinda swear a lot," Sam observed.
"Fucker," she shot back, sticking out her tongue. "I do though."
"Swear a lot?"
"No! Love you. I really do, and not because of what we did together, but because you care. You helped me so much, even when I didn't really want you to, and you did all this stuff even though you knew it was going to mess up your family—"
"It was the right thing to do," Sam argued. "I couldn't just let my dad do that to you and to other girls. I couldn't let it happen to Darci."
"Does that mean you don't love me?"
"No, but it wasn't just for you. It was for everybody. I love you too, Trina, and I don't want to be separated from you, but that's what they're gonna do to us and it sucks."
"Yeah, it does, but what can we do about it? We're just kids, Sam. We can't just steal a bunch of cum soaked underwear and let the police fix this. Our moms have jobs and we're going to be at different schools, so...this time, there's really nothing we can do. We just have to hope for things to turn out okay." A figure darkened the doorway and the two of them looked up at Trina's mom standing there.
"Visit's over," she said, not unkindly, but there was a tone to her voice that Sam didn't like. Sam rose to his feet and Trina reached out and grabbed his hand, wincing as she was using the arm on the side that she had been shot.
"I love you, Sammy," she said. Sam leaned down and kissed her.
"Love you too." He walked from the room, thinking only of next week's visit, and trying not to listen to the quiet crying of the girl in the hospital bed behind him.
"Sam," said a voice, and he turned to see Trina's mother who had followed him into the hall. Where it had been dark in Trina's room, it was brighter in the hall, and this was the closest he had been to her mother. He realized then how young she was, maybe no older than 35, but even then she, like his own mother, looked a little worn by the events of the last week. "I know you care for my daughter, and you and your sister did a wonderful thing not only for her but for all the other kids, but...I don't approve of how you've been..." she paused, uncertain of her words, "...showing your interest in her. I'm going to ask you not to come back next week, for Trina's sake."
"What!?" Sam asked, stunned.
"I don't want you to see Trina anymore. It's for the best." She didn't even wait for Sam to respond, and then turned away and went back to the hospital room. Sam felt a big hand on his shoulder. It belonged to one of the police detectives on the case, an imposing dark skinned man named Marcus Johnson who had, along with his partner, Detective Jane Wilson, headed up the investigation.
"C'mon, kid. I'll take you home," he said. Sam went with him, feeling a pit grow in his stomach as he looked back over his shoulder, and watched Trina's hospital room door close.
The wait that next week was a long one.
Just as he had done the week before, Sam met with the investigators, and prepared for giving video taped testimony about the case, just as the abused children were doing. His testimony for the prosecution only described the sex acts he witnessed Trina engaged in and the violence she suffered during the plan to put an end to it. The defense lawyers, all of them slick and expensive and decidedly seedy, tried to get Sam to admit to being more than 'just friends' with Trina, and he was forced to admit they had sexual relations, but that did little to change the things he saw and the two boxes of DNA evidence that tied nearly half the men arrested to their crimes. Eventually Sam's father was one of those convicted and put away for a long time, whereas Trina's father received a lesser sentence.
Since there had been a few hours between when Sam and Trina had barely escaped from the club and when the police mobilized to raid the location, a lot of evidence they had been forced to leave behind was destroyed by the man who had shot at them. As such, only what amounted to an additional box of DNA evidence was recovered and a handful of men were able to escape any sort of concrete evidence of having sex with children. However given that nearly everybody involved was a father of a child who had been raped, they didn't easily escape punishment either and were charged with child sex trafficking, which included Trina's father. Plea deals were struck with almost all of the men, and it was a real circle jerk of pointing fingers and naming names in exchange for leniency for all except the most heinous involved. In the end, those who 'got away' with it had their public images ruined just for being accused.
Finally the weekend came, and with it the time for Sam to request his visit. Detective Jane Wilson escorted him to the hospital this time. Since they had to call ahead, his arrival was not a surprise to Trina's mother, but it was clear that she did not approve of his being there. All the same, she left he and Trina alone for the visit. Something looked different about Trina when he saw her, and it was when he got closer that he saw her hair, which usually had extended down her back, was now cut to shoulder length.
"Hey," he said.
"Hi Sammy," she answered. "My mom told me you weren't coming back."
"She told me not to."
"She started making me see that shrink this week. She insisted you only helped me because of the sex we were having, and that you were no better than your dad. I told her to go fuck herself," she said with an infectious grin. "Is your mom on your ass about it too?"
"No. She's got her hands full with the divorce stuff. I don't think she wants to even think about me doing that. I talk to Eve and Darci though. Don't really have a choice since we're all stuck at home doing the school thing."
"They had to be home-schooled too?"
"Yeah. Everybody knows our dad was involved, so..."
"Oh. Sorry. It's kinda my fault, isn't it?" That took Sam by surprise.
"It's not your fault at all," Sam insisted, getting a bad feeling.
"If you hadn't caught me and your dad—"
"Trina, it's not your fault."
"He made me cum, Sam. Not just that one time, but every time." She wasn't looking at him as she spoke. She actually looked ashamed. "You don't even know why I was there that day, do you?" Sam was confused. He knew why, didn't he?
"He won you, in a bet, right?"
"No Sam. Not that time. Your dad paid for it that time. He made the offer, and I begged my dad to take me there. A good orgasm and 500 bucks to help my dad out? I wasn't going to pass on that. Didn't you hear what he said to me?" Of course he had, hadn't he? Sam tried to remember, but only ever heard them talk afterwards. What had he missed before then?
"Wh-what did my dad say to you?" he asked, now afraid of the answer.
"I thought you knew...no, I guess you couldn't have. He said it before he thought he heard something, and you were hiding then, weren't you? I was his little girl, Sam. I was pretending to be Darci for him. Your dad paid me to pretend to be your little sister that day. The club wasn't involved in that at all. I guess I wanted to get fucked by somebody who looked at me like his own daughter, even if it was all make believe. At least he did what my dad wouldn't do to me and treated me like a whore. It's my fault. I'm why he wanted to start taking Darci to the club. I gave him just a glimpse at what it would be like to fuck his own daughter, and he wanted the real thing for free after that. It's all my fault, Sam."
"No, Trina, no, it's not. Stop saying that. They used you, confused you, made you think that this was normal, but it's not. None of what happened to you was normal."
"It became normal for me, and now I'm just fucked up, because my normal is gone, and I don't know how to be everybody else's normal anymore! I'm just a used broken slut who sold her pussy and now I can't even do that because I got greedy and got caught and now everything I went through since I was 9 is all fucking meaningless! All I wanted to do is help, but I couldn't even do that right!" She was yelling at Sam now, crying, grimacing when her stitches were stretched as she tried to wipe at her tears. Trina's mother came running into the room, with Detective Wilson just behind her.
"Trina, honey! Calm down, baby. Mama's here." She shot a look at Sam. "Leave."
"N-no, I was trying to tell her she didn't—"
"Leave!" she screamed at him, face showing all her bottled up rage. A nurse rushed into the room and a few more had come to the door to see what was going on. Detective Wilson came over and took Sam by the arm.
"C'mon Sam. Visit's over." Sam was stunned by how suddenly this had all turned into chaos, and numbly was led towards the door. He hadn't known any of what Trina told him, and even then, hearing it, it didn't make any sense to him. She wasn't to blame. He didn't blame her at all. He had to let her know that, and pulled his arm away for just a moment from the young blonde detective.
"I don't blame you, Trina!" he called to her where she was being calmed by her mother and the nurse pushed a syringe of something into the IV in her arm. He felt Detective Wilson grab him with both hands on his arms. "I don't blame you, Trina! I love you no matter what you think!" He thought he heard her wail 'Sammy,' as he was muscled out the door and away from the room.
"Sit," Detective Wilson told him at the elevator lobby.
"Sorry," Sam muttered, barely in the seat before the elevator arrived and he was yanked to his feet. "You don't have to be so rough with me," he complained as they stepped into the elevator and the doors closed.
"And you didn't have to make me get rough with you," the detective shot back at him. "What the hell got her so upset anyways?"
"She was blaming herself for what my dad tried to do to my sister."
"Fuckin' shrinks," the detective muttered under her breath. Sam looked at her with surprise.
"W-what?"
"Look, her mom doesn't want you around her, and she's got these guys talking to her, trying to 'help her' by telling her exactly what they're paid to. I'd put money on them putting the notion in her head that she was encouraging your dad to get your little sister involved in all this."
"B-but they're lying to her then! My dad was never interested in my sister. He never did anything to her himself!"
"I know," Jane sighed. "I talked to Darci myself, and she told me that your dad never touched her or anything, even after he kidnapped her that night."
"W-well then can't you do something? You're the police!" Sam exclaimed incredulously.
"Nope, not a damn thing I can do, because it's not illegal for them to tell her those things. It's fucked up, I know, but this is how her mom is trying to drive a wedge between you and her, and from the sound of things just now, it's working." Sam could tell that Jane was on his side, and that she felt just as helpless as he did.
"So...what should I do?" he asked.
"You love her?"
"Yeah."
"Just keep telling her that, then. The reason those things are tearing her up inside is because she loves you back. Nothing hurts more than thinking that you've done something wrong to the person you love."
Sam didn't sleep well at all that night. He spent most of the next week worrying about the next visit, and what would be said, and if Trina's mom would be mad at him. That Saturday he got his answer, when Detective Wilson showed up at his door, earlier than needed for taking him to visit.
"They moved her, Sam. She's in another hospital now, 5 hours away. I'm sorry, but Detective Johnson and I won't be taking you to see her any more. It's just too far away." Sam was too stunned to cry. He didn't see the look of disgust on his mother's face, or the tears in his sister's eyes when they heard, standing right behind him. Trina was too far away from him now. Her mother had won the battle.
A year passed before he saw her again. His father was being sentenced and Sam and his mom and sisters were in attendance, when the door opened and in walked Trina along with her mother. She looked taller, breasts larger, hair shorter, but her face was that pleasantly smiling mask that he knew from before all of this began. Whatever emotion she was feeling was hidden away from view, just as it had been from the first day she had been taken to that club by her father.
Sam didn't know if she saw him or not, because she never turned her head his way, but he couldn't stop looking at her. He was finally distracted when the judge handed down the sentence to his father that would see him put away until well after Darci would most likely be legally having consensual sex with her own husband. The gavel rapped loudly in the courtroom, and everybody stood up to leave. Sam shot to his feet to try and get to Trina, who had been seated on the other side of the room, but the crowd slowed him down and by the time he got there, her mother had whisked her away.
He tried to look for her outside the courtroom, but the hall was as busy as a train station. It didn't help that the press was there as well, and made a circus out of everything. Sam knew they couldn't hound him or his little sister, due to their 'victim' status that legally protected them from pictures and interviews, but his mother and Eve, who had since turned 18, were quickly accosted for an interview.
He sighed and slumped down on a bench to wait for them to be finished. He was stuck by how affected he was from seeing her suddenly like that. He hadn't been expecting it at all, and the excitement and adrenaline he felt from seeing her again was now waning and left him with the empty emotions of loss and regret that had hung over him since that last time he saw her in the hospital.
A familiar hand clapped him on the shoulder, and he looked up to see Detective Johnson standing over him. "Come with me," he said. "We got you two a few minutes." It took a moment before Sam realized what he meant, and jumped to his feet. The imposing detective led Sam away from the media throng to a door that was placed conspicuously close to the ladies restroom, outside of which stood Trina's mother. She saw Sam approaching, and turned away, as though he wasn't there at all, and went into the restroom herself. "Great," muttered Detective Johnson, and hurried Sam into the room next-door.
Trina was seated at the table when he entered, and rose to her feet and rushed at him with open arms, embracing him tightly. "You guys got maybe 5 minutes," Detective Johnson said. "She saw us," he added addressing the back of the room, and Sam realized for the first time that Detective Jane Wilson had been there with Trina. She nodded and went through a door at the back of the room that obviously led to the adjacent restroom. Detective Johnson held up 5 fingers to Sam, and then went back out the front door, leaving them alone.
A long silence passed as the two young teenagers just held each other in their arms, feeling the warmth of each other's body against them for the first time in a long time. Sam was a mix of emotions. He felt elation at being with Trina again, renewed anger at her mother for tearing them apart, sadness for the time lost, and, least important above all else at this moment, sexual arousal at the feel of his lover's body once again. He felt tears roll down his cheeks, and even if they just spent the next 5 minutes hugging in complete silence, he would be content with that alone.
He felt her body shudder as she cried quietly with her face buried in the side of his neck, which reminded him of his own growth spurt in the last year, putting him a few inches taller than she was. A funny thought struck him, and he tightened his arms around her, lifting her off her feet barely an inch. "Sammy," she giggled through her tears. "You got bigger."
"So did you," he said, letting it go unsaid that the soft feel of her breasts were behind that reply, but something in her smile when she looked up at him told him that she understood the double entendre. The hand on his crotch also told him that she had a hidden meaning in her words as well. "I've missed you so much," he told her.
"Me too. I didn't talk to my mom for a month after she moved us away. When she told me you were bad for me, I slapped her, hard. She's never mentioned you since then. How are you? How're your sisters and your mom?"
"They're fine. They're great, you know, considering everything. We moved too. Mom couldn't stand being in that house anymore because of what happened there."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Do you remember what I said that night in the hospital?"
"Not really." A pained look crossed her face. "We had a fight, I remember. A fight over what I did, and then I...they put me under, so it's kind of a blur. I just remember crying and yelling and then waking up the next day. I guess I tore a few stitches in my back."
"I told you that it didn't matter. Whatever you thought you did wrong, I didn't care. I love you, and that's all that matters. You're not a bad person or at fault for anything, and even if you were, I wouldn't hate you for it. I know you too well for any of that to be true."
"Sam, we knew each other barely a month before—"
"I told you that what happened before I knew you didn't matter. You were doing it for a good reason, remember? To help your dad?"
"Yeah, but that was never going to actually work. It was just a lie I told myself."
"You wanted it to work though. Any kid in your position who was told that would have done the same things if they thought it would make everything better. He used you and tricked you and lied to you, and now he's paying for it. Your dad, my dad, all the others; they're all paying because they're something you're not. I'll never look at you and think anything different. You have a different face with me, your real face. I got to know your real face after only a month, and I loved seeing it every time."
"M-my face?" Trina asked, perplexed, as though she didn't understand.
"The way you looked when you were with those teachers, or my dad, or in front of my mom or your mom, or…or…anybody! It's different with me. It's like...like you're relaxed. Like you know you're safe and everything is okay so you take off that mask and you would smile so beautifully. That's the Trina I knew for a month, and I love her and I'll never stop."
"S-Sam, I-I..." she stuttered, tears rolling down her cheeks. The door at the back of the room opened and Detective Wilson appeared through it with Trina's mother right behind her.
"Trina, we're leaving," her mother said with muted anger. Sam felt her arms weaken around him and he saw her face change now that her mother was in the room to conceal her emotions behind that close-mouthed smile that only looked happy. He kissed her, and felt her tension melt away on his lips until her mother's hand pulled her away by the shoulder and he saw Trina's real face again for that instant before she was hastily steered out of the room.
"Sorry, Sam," Detective Wilson said, coming over to him. "I held her off as long as I could."
"I know. Thanks."
Four months later it was the start of Spring, and the air still had a crisp coolness to it as well as the warmth of the sun. Sam's mom had gotten a new job 2 months earlier, and so in barely a year the family moved a second time. Sam didn't mind moving so much, since the previous move was just to another house in the same city, so he had to still contend with some of the looks and whispers from people who knew him and what had happened to his father. This most recent move though took them to another community altogether, where he and his sister, Darci, were more or less anonymous. Eve was in her first year of college, and enjoyed anonymity along with her freedom from living under their mother's roof.
This new city was nice, slightly larger than the old one, but had more of a small town feel to it. Sam had quickly made new friends at school and had even been approached by a few girls who were interested in a date. Sam had turned them down of course, telling them that he already had a girlfriend from before his move, but he had gotten the impression from more than one of them that they might have done whatever was needed to make him forget about Trina. In the coming fall, high school was looming, and along with it was the peer pressure of teenage sexuality.
That troubled him to some small degree. He'd turned 14 shortly after the move, as had Trina just a few days after their meeting in the courthouse. He remembered from back in the hospital that she'd said her mother was going to send her to a private girls' school, but he really didn't know if that's where she was. It wasn't that he didn't trust her if she was going to a normal school with boys in it, but he knew what kind of a libido she had, and if the temptation was there...he didn't like to think about it.
Not a day went by that he didn't think about Trina though, most often on his way home from school. It was a walk of about two miles for him, one that he made twice a day, but he was grateful for the time it gave him alone with his thoughts. A lot of those thoughts he intended to put down on paper, just in case he was ever able to find a way to send them to Trina, but often it was hard to find the time after doing homework, and he only had a few pages jotted down. Among them were musings about the future he'd like to spend with her, as well as some commentary about how he was probably the only 14-year old in his school who was thinking about something as serious as his adult life already. He had shared some of those thoughts with Eve when she came home over Spring Break, and she pointed out that what he had been through was the kind of thing that tended to cause a kid to grow up faster. He couldn't disagree, and in the case of all those abused kids like Trina, it was truer for them than it was for him.
It was on this day that he found himself concerned with what seemed like the futility of the situation. It had been only 4 months since he'd last seen Trina, and before that it had been a little over a year since they had seen each other, but combined with his move and the close of the legal case against his father and the end of any involvement that Trina would probably have with it, he just couldn't see how they might find each other again. For all he knew, Trina's mother had picked up and moved them to the other side of the planet just to keep her away from him. Her mother's actions just seemed so irrational to him. He hadn't done anything bad to Trina, but it was like her mother equated him with his father. It wasn't fair, and it never was no matter how many times he tried to see it from her side of things.
A car horn from behind shook him out of his thoughts, and he turned to see a SUV with police emblems on it pulling over to the curb where he was standing on the sidewalk. Through the windshield he saw a young blonde haired woman behind the wheel, who's identity came as a shock considering she should have been almost 150 miles away. "Hello there, Sam," said Detective Jane Wilson. "Want a ride?" She raised her hand, pointing her thumb over her shoulder at the backseat.
"S-sure," Sam accepted, stunned at seeing her here, where he was certain she had no jurisdiction. He approached the door with the tinted window, opened it, and received an even bigger shock. She wore a blue sweater vest over a white blouse, navy blue skirt that covered down to her knees, and long white socks that hid what the skirt did not. What she wore on her face was what really made his heart skip a beat. There was no trace of her enigmatic emotion hiding smile that she had shown to the world for those 3 years that her body had been used and defiled by men who saw her only as something to be traded and won instead of money. In the backseat of that police SUV, 14-year old Trina Reed had a big smile with tears of liquid emotion rolling down her face.
"Trina!" Sam exclaimed, nearly tripping as he transitioned from sidewalk to SUV in his haste to have her in his arms again.
"Surprise Sammy!" she sang, voice breaking the moment they embraced.
"I...what...what are you guys doing here?" he asked, still not believing this was real.
"Buckle in and close the door," Jane said from the front. "We'll explain on the way if you two can keep from making out the entire time." Sam and Trina grinned at each other and shared a kiss before Sam leaned over and closed the door. Trina had been sitting in the middle seat with the long seatbelt, so Sam scooted up close to her and they belted in together. "You know, that's probably not legal, but then again, we're kind of breaking a shit-ton of rules anyways, so try not to die if I hit something, okay?" Jane told the happy couple, and pulled away from the curb. Sam and Trina could only laugh at that black humor, and snuggled in close together in each other's arms.
"So, uh...gosh, where do we start?" Trina asked the woman in the driver's seat. "Oh, wait, I know. The courthouse, remember? That was like, pure luck that Jane saw me going into that restroom, and it just happened to be next to that room. What was up with that door into the restroom anyways?"
"It's for security reasons. Say for example somebody in custody had to take a leak. They could be moved easily from that room where they might be meeting with a lawyer into the restroom, which would be checked and locked down first. It's better than taking them out into the corridor where the general public is and somebody might be waiting to hurt them," Jane explained.
"Oh, crazy. So, anyways, we got that brief little meeting, and then my mom dragged me out of there, but what she didn't know was that Jane gave me her phone number, so we've been talking a lot since then. Did you know Jane was abused as a kid too, and that other detective, Johnson, the big black guy, he was the cop who saved her! Then she grew up and became a detective and they got married, right?! That just totally blew my mind when she told me." The words flew out of Trina's mouth at such a high rate that Sam was almost worried about her.
"But, uh, so, we talked a lot about you, and tried to think of some ways that I could get out to see you. Oh, I think I told you in the hospital that my mom wanted to send me to this all-girls school, well that's where I am now. It's a boarding school, so I actually live there with a roommate and shit. Sam, that place is full of horny lesbians, I am not kidding! I have licked so much pussy, it's kinda hilarious. But, uh, like so I live there, and only see my mom like once a month, so she's like my period only worse...sorry, gross, right?" Trina giggled, full of nervous hyper energy, and squeezed Sam tight in her arms. "God, I've missed you. Jane, tell him the rest, I wanna kiss him some more."
"Keep your panties on, Tri," Jane sighed. "So we got to talking about how to get you two together. By the way, her school is 4 hours both ways from where you guys used to live, so this was no small effort, and then another hour just to get her here to you."
"W-wait," Sam interrupted. "You're going to school only an hour away from me?" he asked Trina.
"I know! Crazy, right? Even crazier because when you moved here, we didn't really know where you went, and Jane couldn't afford to get caught using her authority to track you down, so you were like, lost until Jane saw your big sis."
"Eve?" Sam wondered how she figured into this.
"I was doing a lecture at her college about avoiding date-rape and that kind of stuff, and she came up to me there," Jane explained. "That was about a month ago. I sort of took our best guess when and where you might be going to school, the route you'd be walking home, and it took about 30 minutes of random driving around before Trina spotted you."
"Yeah, but before that, Jane had to drive allll the way to my school, and then make up some reason to take me out of there, which is like, illegal because she had to lie to them," Trina giggled.
"Hey! We're not talking about that, okay?" Jane interjected. "This is all off the record, so you two had better keep your mouths shut about my involvement in this." Jane stopped the SUV and shut off the engine. Sam looked out the windows, wondering where they were before recognizing it as a park he'd gone to with his mother and Darci a few weeks ago. "Okay, listen up you guys. I'm going to go for a little walk, pick up some litter, scare some kids for smoking. You two behave while I have my eyes off you. If I get back here and find any stains in that backseat—"
"You brought us a towel, remember?" Trina said, sticking her tongue out and picking up a folded towel from the floor.
"I did no such thing," Jane answered with an air of innocence. "It just happened to be back there. You guys have 20 minutes. Make it good." With that, she got out of the driver's seat, and left a pair of grinning 14-year olds alone behind the tinted windows of the law enforcement vehicle.
As soon as the seatbelt that held them back was released, Sam and Trina became a tornado of hands pulling and unbuttoning and unzipping and grabbing and squeezing and touching and spreading. Trina's sighing moan of "Sammy" when Sam's fingers entered her was like music to his ears. She was wet and ready for him, and judging by the unpure state of her otherwise pure white school uniform panties that hung around one ankle, she had been ready for quite a while.
"God, Sammy, get your fingers out of me and put in what I really want," she begged, flexing her pelvic muscles enticingly. "I've had fingers, candles, markers, tongues, bottles, and somehow one of the girls managed to sneak an actual veiny cock shaped vibrator into the dorms, but none of them were as good as what you've got." Sam withdrew his fingers and Trina grabbed his wrist to suck them clean. "I don't even like my own taste," she told him with a down right devilish grin, "but I'm too fucking horny to care."
Sam pushed his jeans and briefs down while Trina got the towel in place, and then lay back on the seat, her blouse open and her bra pushed up to under her neck so that her B-cup breasts could be bare. She spread her legs, one of them up against the seatback, the other bent hanging over the edge, her school uniform skirt pulled up to expose her bald pussy. "You shaved it?" Sam said with surprise. She had soft dark hairs on her mound every time he'd seen it before, and he'd never minded how it looked then, so to see that her nethers now resembled his little sister the last time she had been careless following a bath came as a surprise.
"You should see us, Sam. A bunch of teenage girls shaving our twats in the showers, passing the razor around," she said, gazing at his now bigger, thicker cock. "I don't want to even think about pussy though right now. Fuck me, Sammy." Sam moved up onto her, and felt her hand grab and guide. After over a year and a half of absence, uncertainty and doubt, Sam felt Trina's soft wet pussy wrap around him and took away all his worries and fears. He groaned as his five inches sunk in and watched as Trina's mouth opened in pleasure and then smiled up at him. "I fuckin missed you, Sammy," she said and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling his lower body snug with hers.
They lay still like that for what seemed like forever, just soaking in the feeling of their bodies being connected once again. Any movements were strictly involuntary but provoked the both of them to moan or groan and then laugh at how silly they sounded, and then they had to try not to fall off the seat, which was annoyingly narrow for this sort of thing. It was something of a balancing act, with both of them keeping their weight shifted against the back of the bench seat, but at the same time Sam was consciously trying not to just lay on Trina and make it too uncomfortable for her. He felt her hands rubbing his back, and would occasionally tense in place anytime his hips would move on their own.
"Sammy," she said at last, "there's been nobody else, right?" Hearing her ask that felt like he was listening to his own thoughts since they were separated. Just as he had worried that Trina might have found some other boy, Trina had been worried that he had found some other girl.
"No. Only you," he answered, and felt her squeeze appreciatively to the answer. "Some tried, but they weren't you. I've thought only of you. Even when I was alone, using my hand, it was only you." He felt his cock throb, pulsing inside her, his hips pressing, pushing deep. He didn't want to hold still inside of the girl he loved any longer, and so he moved.
"Good, Sammy...good," Trina groaned, her legs tightening around him, pelvic muscles tightening as he started to thrust back and forth. "You're so big...your dick got so big...fuck me with your big cock," she asked of him, her language salty as always, a lasting effect of her years of sexual slavery and being coached into what to say by those who only wanted to use her body for their own release. Her virginity and innocence had been taken by those men, dozens of them having known her before Sam came along, but of all of them, only Sam knew her now after she was free.
That first time she had just undressed and laid there for him, though it was her own choice to do so as a reward of sorts. Every time after that though, Trina hadn't been just a warm wet place to stick it. Her body would react and move and enjoyed his touch and penetration. She had orgasmed that second time they'd done it, but it was done in the same pose as she'd let the cruel teacher use her, and even then it was only after Sam had cum inside of her. It was in his arms on the floor of that same classroom during their third time that she became a participant in sex, not orgasming, but genuinely enjoying just the act of mating with him, and needing only to experience his enjoyment to feel her own satisfaction. Finally, on his bed, their bodies entwined, each of them consumed with passion and the pure desire to just be together despite all the risks, there she came first, empowered and really satisfied sexually for the first time in her young life. She clung to him after that act, just as she clung to him now. Sam was the only one to know Trina when her life was as bleak as it could be and then to be with her now when tomorrow was no longer something to be feared.
The wet squishing sound of their sex filled the cabin of the police SUV as Sam plunged within her over and over, Trina now crying out with every drive. "Sammy...Sammy, I love you, Sammy, I...I...oh god!" From the legs around his waist to the walls of her love canal to the nipples on her breasts against his chest to the panting and squealing in his ear, Sam experienced Trina's full body climaxing against his. The full length of her body shuddered in joy, and though Sam wished he could prolong this moment forever, the sensations of Trina's second oncoming orgasm pulled him over the edge and with a final thrust he felt the tip of his cock brush against her womb, and he came harder than he ever had before.
"I'm cumming, Trina," he gasped, hips bucking and jerking with every spurt, Trina crying out when she felt it flood within her.
"All of it, Sammy, give me all of it!" she grunted and cried, gasping to catch her breath as Sam shook and jolted to the completion of their love making. "Oh Sammy, I love you Sammy," her voice getting higher as she began to cry. Sam didn't need to ask why her tears were flowing, because his were as well. As wonderful as this moment of reunion was for them, it was rapidly coming to an end for now.
They lay together, kissing and crying through the afterglow. Sam was certain that Trina must be uncomfortable by now, the seatbelt buckle no doubt uncomfortably pressing into her side or her back, but he knew she wouldn't complain as long as it meant they could hold each other and build their memories up before they were once again torn apart. In all they had less than 5 minutes remaining to them before Jane returned, sticking her head briefly in from the driver's door, comically wrinkling her nose at the smell, and telling them to get cleaned up and dressed.
The ride to drop Sam off near his house was a quiet one, the mood more somber as it was to end this fleeting reunion, but still heavy with emotion and love. He and Trina again sat together in the middle, arms around each other, the long seatbelt across their laps, only this time with the towel under Trina to absorb the flow back. The SUV pulled up to the curb outside the subdivision, four blocks from his home to avoid being seen getting out of a marked police vehicle. They shared one final long kiss and wiped at each other's tears before the door opened, and Sam stepped out to the curb.
He stood there, hand on the door, taking a last look at Trina for now, when she yelled, "Wait!" to him. She turned to the side and came back tossing a piece of white cloth at him, her panties. "They'll just get ruined if I put them back on now," she said. "Be sure you give them back to me next time!" She blew him a kiss, nodded with a sniff and a brave smile, and Sam closed the door, holding back tears as Jane pulled away and drove off down the road. Sam didn't move from that spot until he could no longer see them.
After what felt like the longest walk home, he found Darci sitting on the front step waiting for him to unlock the door. She was 10 now, her birthday being in August, and in the 5th grade. "You're late," she scowled at him. Generally speaking they would arrive walking home from their respective schools at roughly the same time.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," he said stepping up beside her and reaching into his pocket to get out the key.
"You smell funny," she said, leaning in close to him and sniffing. "You smell like…uh…" she seemed to be looking for the right word, but Sam could also tell that she also was quickly becoming embarrassed by what her young mind was connecting the scent with in what was certainly a very limited base of experience.
"I smell like what, Darc?" he asked, trying not to smirk.
"You, uh…you just smell!" she said, holding her nose and pushing past him into the house once the door opened. She went straight to her room and closed the door, no doubt to try and compare scents in private. Sam stashed Trina's underwear in his room and went to take a shower before his mom and her more experienced nose got home.
While he didn't expect to see Trina the next day or even the next week, given how long a trip it was for Jane to make just so a couple of teenagers could make love in a police SUV, Sam remained hopeful on every walk home that a honk from behind was coming. Once a car did honk it's horn behind him, and he spun around so quickly he was sure he got whiplash, only to be disappointed to see that it was just a driver trying to scare a couple of crossing ducks out of the middle of the road.
* * *
April passed, and so did May. It was now the second to last week of school in June, and the sun was oppressively glaring down on Sam on his walk home. He still had not seen Trina, and he was beginning to wonder if he would again over the summer or if she would be going home to her mother where presumably Jane would be unable to sneak her away for another illicit rendezvous. He spotted his sister further down the road walking towards him, on her own walk home from school. She would reach the house first, and he saw that when she did, she seemed to pause a moment looking at something else before looking his direction and then going to the front door. He wasn't really sure what that was about until he too reached the house and saw his mother's car parked under the canopy of the carport beside it. She was home almost 2 hours early.
Sam walked in the front door and called out, "Mom, you're home?"
"I'm in here, Samuel," came the response from the dining room, which chilled him to hear his full first name. That was all he needed to hear to know that he should join her. She was seated at the table, her face looking aged and weary, even more so than usual after everything that had happened. Before her on the table lay a folded letter. She pushed it across the table towards him. "Would you care to explain to me this letter I received today from Mrs. Reed's lawyer requesting that you take a paternity test?" Sam's mouth dropped open in shock, and then slowly turned into a broad smile.
Born a few days before Christmas, two weeks after Trina's 15th birthday, they named her Sadie.