by Bry Ann
I knew the tests were positive less than an hour later. I heard her slamming drawers. She was pissed and scared. She had no idea what some of us would give to be able to have a child. I tried not to judge her. I didn’t know her story. What if she was raped? I could understand her being upset about that. I mean, I didn't know if how I conceived Anna counted as rape or what, but everyone deals different.
It was a good thing I had my whole persona put together or Sam’s pregnancy would have ruined me. Luckily, I liked the girl and I did have my whole persona in place. It did change me, just not in the way I expected. I started cleaning up and bringing less guys to the house. I saw the stress and fear this pregnancy created in Sam and I wanted to help her out. Without her noticing of course. Or admitting it, because that would ruin the Alexa I had created. The one who didn’t care. So, I cheated. I made extra food and pretended it was an accident. Everything nice I did I pretended was an accident. It was kind of stupid now that I look back at it, but, you know, Sam still got her help.
Sam eventually got her own place, but she might as well not have. We shared a car. She was over all the time. I was there when Jazzy was born. It was beautiful and painful to watch. It was the first time in my new life that I cried and not out of anger, out of pure pain. It should have been me.
Despite how hard it was for me emotionally, Jazzy was a light in our lives. Sam didn’t see it that way at first though. She struggled. A lot. I helped her. Five years passed, and I watched Sam go from hard ass, hurt girl, to doting mother. Jazzy transformed her. Me too. Sam and I both started caring less about our own issues and more about how we could be there for this bright eyed, blonde little girl. Over the years I became increasingly curious about who the dad was. One, because Jazzy was a gorgeous baby. She had a pretty mom and must have had a stunner dad. Two, because Sam didn’t say a peep about him. I mean I’m private too, but it never leaked out. He was never mentioned, but I could see the pain in her eyes when she looked at Jazzy sometimes. However, she got pregnant it wasn’t rape. It was pain in a much different way. The kind of pain I felt when I thought about Rex or Anna, or even Anatoli sometimes. That kind of pain.
It was at Jazzy’s fifth birthday party that our lives changed completely… again. Up until this point it sorts of felt like Sam and I against the world. I didn’t purposely let Sam in. I didn’t even really realize I had, she just sort of fit there naturally. She was like me, but a much better version. It was a no questions asked kind of friendship, and we both desperately needed that. I left her shit alone, if she left my shit alone.
At Sam’s fifth birthday party, Sam took off with Jazzy after seeing some news article. I mean it was like she’d seen a ghost. It was up to me to cover the rest of the party. My way of handling the party was to yell at everyone that something came up. Then I kicked their asses to the curb. I knew I was being way bitchier than was necessary, but I was worried fucking sick about Sam. I hadn’t seen that sort of look on her face since the day she found out she was pregnant. That was the first moment I realized how far in I’d let Sam and Jazmine. I was worried. Really worried. That scared me. At least I thought it did.
Later on, that same day l I got a call from Sam asking me to mail her Jazzy’s birth certificate asap. I thought that was weird, but it was nothing compared to how her voice sounded on the phone. She was a mess. It is the sort desperation that was only brought on when your past and present collided. I frantically asked her what the hell was going on, and with her answer all my suspicions were confirmed. I knew I was going to find out, finally, who Jazmine’s father was. I had a lot of possibilities running through my mind, most of them sick I admit, given my background. Nothing on this good green earth could have prepared me for her answer.
Logan Prescott.
Logan fucking Prescott.
Sam, my roommate, hard ass loner, had a fling with Logan flipping Prescott. The multimillionaire, hot as sin celebrity. I just about crapped my pants. I remember screaming at her, totally shocked and a little hurt she could keep something like that hidden from me when I had practically co-parented her child. I had no right to be hurt though. I hadn’t told her a damn thing.
When we clicked off I didn’t even know what to do with myself. I was angry and shocked as all hell, but I knew the anger was only a cover for my fear. What if Logan and Sam made up? I’d be beyond happy for Sam and she deserved it, but I was terrified of losing her. I’d finally let someone in. Someone without chaos, someone who got me and allowed me to keep up the identity I’d built. Now I could lose her. Would I ever be able to let anyone in again? Could I live with the loneliness? All these thoughts in my head sucked. Alex came swirling back in. I had to get a haircut and drink and fuck some guy to numb myself back out, so I could become Alexa again.
I’m pretty sure it was only a couple days later that I got a call from Logan Prescott himself. The call was from Sam’s phone, so I picked it up like usual.
“I mailed the birth certificate you bitch.”
Friendly endearing term for her not telling me about Logan. Sam and I had an odd relationship, and an even odder sense of humor.
I throat cleared on the other end of the phone and I mumbled fuck to myself. This wasn’t Sam.
“Alexandra Ray?” I very tired, croaky sounding voice rang out. Was this Logan? What? Why did he sound so weird? Was he druggie? … What?
“Alexa!” I snapped. “Speaking. Who’s this?”
“Hello, this is Logan Prescott.”
He sounded dead tired. I straightened up immediately.
“I know you are a close friend of Sam’s. Something happened,” I could now hear that he’d been crying. “I’m buying you a ticket out here. Go to the airport. Everything is set up. I’m having someone pick you up. I’m not sure who yet, or if it’s a taxi or whatever. Just look for the sign with your name on it. I’ll make sure it says Alexa.” Perceptive. “Can you do that?”
“Is she okay?” I got out through gritted teeth. Oh Sam, what did you get yourself into?
His answer was every person's worst nightmare.
“No, she’s not.”
Something closed in my throat. “I’m headed to the airport now.”
“Okay, see you soon.”
I got a ride to the airport immediately. Sure, enough everything was set up exactly as he said. I guess it was Logan Prescott and with him shit gone done, but it was hard to believe the man on the phone was the same one I saw all over my entertainment shows. I pulled up to the hospital and, sure enough, outside was Logan Prescott and an adorable blonde woman. They sort of looked like, and by the way they were standing I assumed they were brother and sister. In the blonde girl’s hand was Jazzy with frown lines wrinkling her little forehead. My little Jazzy. The girl who healed my heart a little when I became her godmother. It was single handedly the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me, and the one and only time I had ever opened up to Sam. She looked so much like the tall blonde haired, blue eyed man next to her. It was disarming. My heart pounded in my chest thinking of Sam in this hospital. She didn’t belong here. Before I opened the door, I put my Alexa mask on. I had practiced for this but putting up my front this time was hard. The hardest it ever was. I wanted to run into the adorable woman’s arms and cry my eyes out. I wanted to beg her to tell me what was wrong with my partner in crime. I didn’t though. I stayed calm and collected.
I got out of the car. Before I’d even made it two steps out Jazzy flew into my arms. I grabbed her and held her tight. Poor thing. Sam was her mom. I never wanted to see this little girl hurt. My heart burned when I felt her damp cheeks hit my exposed shoulder.
When we were done hugging she went back to the blonde. That was interesting to me. Jazzy trusted her fast, not typical of Jazmine. She was a lot like her mom in that way. Distrusting. It made me happy she had someone to help her during this time, but I have to admit I was a little jealous. I didn’t want her to leave my arms. It left me alone to face reality, and the fact that I was face to fac
e with one of the most famous celebrities in the world. Sam fucking kept that from me.
“Holy fuck, she really does know you,” I whispered. “This is nuts. I’m going to kill her.”
Logan was not amused by me. I could tell he wasn’t sure how he felt about me being around Jazzy. The only thing making me feel slightly less out of place was the adorable blonde girl. When I finally got my head together I realized she must be Dana Prescott. Sam had talked about a girl named Dana and obviously Jazzy was partially named after her. I just never suspected it was Logan Prescott’s little sister.
She smiled at me. She understood me and my foul hair and dirty mouth. I winked at her. I could tell she found my personality fun. At least someone fucking got it. Logan was so damn professional in such a personal moment. It was annoying. How was I supposed to stay strong if everyone was going to be so serious? I needed humor. Desperately. Dana seemed to realize this. Logan said something about us switching shifts to watch Jazmine and something else, but I didn’t hear him. All I heard was what he said mid-sentence, “she’ll want you here when she wakes up”.
When she wakes up? Why isn’t she awake now?
I swallowed the sick feeling in my stomach. I didn’t ask further questions because I could tell Logan was not ready to elaborate, and Dana was barely holding it together. I asked how she was in a more general stance, but Logan looked over at Jazzy and told me to ask her later. I could respect that. After some minor bickering we got in the elevator. I finally turned to address Dana specifically. Dana seemed totally shocked that I knew who she was and was even addressing her at all. It was like she expected me to address her brother the whole time and completely ignore her. That was interesting, but the more I thought about it the more it made sense. That is probably what she had dealt with her whole life.
When we got to Sam’s floor all the conversation ceased as reality smacked us straight in the face. A reality I had no clue about. Dana kept trying to squeeze Jazzy’s hand, to make her feel better, but the mood was dead. I saw Sam’s severely beaten body, unconscious, at the hospital that day. I hid in the bathroom and cried. I needed that one day. The rest of the time I was strong and helped with Jazmine like Sam would have wanted me to.
The next five days Sam went in and out of consciousness. Even when she was awake she was barely conscious, and so drugged it didn’t count for anything. I watched Jazzy most of the time, which I respected. One, I loved Jazzy and was happy to take her mind off things. Two, because Logan was the reason I even knew about my friend’s injury in the first place. What he asked, I did. If it wasn’t for him I’d be in my apartment, pacing, wondering where the hell she was. The third day is when I got the balls to ask what had happened to Sam. I hadn’t been told any specifics, only that she got beat up a local drug game. But that just led to more questions than answers. Answers they both weren’t quite ready to give me yet.
I decided to ask Dana for the details. Logan hated me, and he was intimidating as all hell in the state he was in. I asked her when she came in to switch shifts with me. We met out in the hall, where Jazzy was.
“Dana?” I asked as she took Jazzy’s hand. “Can you tell me what happened to Sam? Please. I’ve tried to be patient.”
Dana’s eyes immediately teared up and she dropped Jazzy’s hand. “Ask Logan please.”
There was so much pain in her voice I felt bad for pushing, but I needed to know.
“Logan hates me. He either won’t tell me, or he’ll rush through it. Please. I have a right to know.”
“He doesn’t hate you…”
“Dana!” I snapped. My patience had thinned. “I need to know. This isn’t fair.”
Jazzy was looking back and forth between the two of us.
“Mom?” she whispered, as little tears welled up in her eyes.
“Shh sweetie, it’s okay.” Then Dana turned to me. “I’m going to take her to Logan then I will be back with the truth. I swear.”
“I wanna know,” Jazzy whispered.
“You do,” Dana said crouching in front of her and tapping her nose. Then Dana winked as she told her a very botched version of the truth. I breathed a sigh of relief. Dana took Jazzy outside and a few minutes later she returned visibly shaking.
“Sit,” she demanded. I was a little shocked by her tone. I looked at her and raised my eyebrows. She gave me an apologetic nod and tried again.
“Sit,” she said again, more gently this time.
I took a seat, and she sat across from me with her head in hands.
“It’s my fault,” she began. I scrunched my face. No way was this her fault. Was this some sort of misplaced guilt thing?
“I fell in love with someone. Someone with a bad job. I’m leaving out any details that Sam may not want people to know, but, uh, yeah, I fell for a drug dealer. I have no clue why,” she let out a cry of desperation and frustration. “Their drug ring was doing all sorts of horrible things, things he was getting dragged into further and further. He was exhausted all the time and not himself. Usually he’s different with me, nicer, but he was becoming cold and indifferent. I couldn’t hear about what they were doing to people and not do anything about it. I just couldn’t. I traded this group in for his immunity. Sam was long gone by then. She’d been gone for five years! The cops assured me of everyone’s safety. I was so innocent to corruption and all that. Plus, this sounds really cocky, but Logan’s my brother. He always has security, ya know? I’m used to that.
Well, Sam came back with Jazmine really soon after that. Life was good until me and Sam went to the garage to put food away. We were ambushed by Tim, the guy running the drug ring. He was running from the cops and had killed Logan’s security. Those lives are on me too. They were such good men,” Dana’s tears fell faster. “I was trying to leave this out for Sam’s privacy, but all I will say is Sam had some involvement with them a few years back, selling drugs and stuff. It was a short-lived mistake.”
I was starting to see more and more why Sam and I got along. She sold drugs? Well, fuck. I didn’t see that coming.
“When we were ambushed Sam knew I was the one who turned them in. She took the fault. For me. She said she turned them in because she was pregnant and was worried about them hanging around. She took the fault, and I was too scared to speak up. We were taken. In the car, I just froze. I was terrified. Sam made a deal with them saying that she would do what they wanted without fighting back if they’d leave me alone and I got released early. She made that deal for me and them…” Dana choked. “Tortured her.”
Fucking. Sam., I wanted to be angry at her for sacrificing herself, but I got it. I understood why she did it. Dana was a sweetheart, and I knew she meant a lot to Sam. I mean Dana was Jazzy’s middle name, and I knew that was no coincidence. Plus, Sam was all strength and steel, Dana was a lot more vulnerable than her. I am betting Dana would have taken this a lot harder than Sam… if Sam would wake up!
I was never the comforting or sympathy type, so I just nodded and thanked her. I could tell she wanted more from me, but what the fuck was I supposed to say. The situation was what it was.
Finally, on that fifth day Sam woke up for real. I was the one in the room with her, even though Dana made me promise to call her immediately when Sam woke up. Sam seemed a little out of it when she woke up, but I could tell she was different than before. She was actually up this time.
Before I called Dana, there were things I had to say. For my own sanity I needed to know I said them to Sam before reality hit her. I had no idea what Sam was in for or how she was going to handle what happened, all I knew is it wasn’t going to be good.
As someone who had been through their own fair share of hell I reminded Sam she was cared about. I told her that I cared. I could tell right away Sam had very little memory of what happened. She seemed a little confused by my uncharacteristic outpour of feelings and sentiment, but I could tell it meant a lot to her that I said it. She told me she loved me and that’s when my armor nearly cracked. Sam was not
someone to give her love easily. The fact that she loved me, as fucked up and broken as I was, well, hell, that meant a whole fuck of a lot. I couldn’t lose her, and I was terrified of the effects this ordeal would have on her psych.
Day fifteen is when I realized I wasn’t all steel and hard ass, there was a little Alex still left in there somewhere. Logan and Sam decided to have Jazzy see Sam. I had been mostly responsible for watching Jazzy, with Logan and Dana as an assist. Jazzy was losing it. That light that made her, her. She was scared and anytime somebody mentioned a mom or mother she would look at the floor, somber. Logan decided that it would better for Jazzy to see Sam in a bad condition, then for her to live with the unknown of what was going on with her mom. I agreed too… until I saw Sam undress.
Sam put me in charge of getting her ready for Jazmine. She knew that I would be the least likely to be emotional. Sam didn’t need someone doting over her and giving her pity when she was trying to hold it together herself. I was the best personal for that job, or so I thought.
When I pulled off Sam’s hospital gown to help her get changed my eyes went wide.
“Oh my God,” I said breathlessly. Sam visibly deflated. I felt horrible for letting that slip. That wasn’t me. I was just so surprised and horrified. Across her body were deep gashes, ranging in size and depth. Her body was bruised and swollen all over. She frankly looked like a woman who had been sentenced to punishment in hell. I’d seen a fuck of a lot, especially working with Pytor, but I’d never seen a beating like that. Especially not on a friend.