I couldn't fucking believe her. I trusted her enough to tell her something so deep and emotional for me, and she goes and looks into my case. And to make things worse - she blamed it all on my mom.

I think that's what ticked me off the most. Okay, she looked into my case without my permission. But then to accuse my mother of being behind my bastard of a father's death - that's just low.

My hands curled into fists, anger taking over my body.

"It wasn't you who killed your father."

"It was your mom."

Her words echoed through my mind, only getting me more worked up. The second the words left her lips, I felt myself freeze. Before I grew heavy with anger. I had to pull myself away from her and just be away from her. If I didn't, I would have done something extremely stupid.

I wouldn't let my anger get the better of me.

Not around Belle.

Inhaling a sharp, deep breath, I pulled my hood over my head. I bowed my head slightly, not wanting to capture the attention of any guard. I was supposed to be in therapy session with Belle, but after what she had said - I couldn't stay in there, so, I stormed out. I had to try my very hardest to not get notice.

Clearing my throat, I walked towards the door, leading me to the prison's fields. I did a quick glance around, making sure no one saw me, before stepping outside. I didn't hesitate to start running as soon as the fresh air entered my lungs. I breathed it in, hungrily. As if it were my drug.

My trainer covered feet, moved against the green grass. Most likely getting stained by the soggy grass and mud. However, I didn't mind. Instead, I sped up my pace and ran around in circles, hoping to let out some anger. I felt an adrenaline rush begin to build, my breaths growing heavy.

Swallowing, I paused to take a small break. My leg muscles were beginning to ache. However, as soon as I stopped, my mind couldn't help but think back to what Belle had said. I let out a low growl, annoyed at her for saying that.

I walked towards a wall, leaning my back against it as I sat down on the ground. I closed my eyes, feeling my jaw clench. Once again, my mind was thinking back to Belle's words.

My mother wasn't capable of doing such...such a thing. She loved my father, and as crazy as it sounds, more than me. She was insanely in-love with him, she would do anything for him. Just to please him. I believed because she didn't want to lose him - but that bastard never appreciated her.

But I knew no matter what, my mother would never kill him. Even if I didn't remember killing him by my very hands - I just knew it wasn't her.

Without realizing, I felt a tear slip down my cheek. I was alone in this dark world. The woman who raised me with a broken life, had left me. She had gone to join God, in heaven, where she belonged to be. It both hurt me, yet made me happy.

I no longer had someone here to care for me like a mother. But I was happy she was where she belonged. And then my mind welcomed a haunting memory.

The continuous shouting sounded in my ears. I sat on my bed, cuddling my old, worn out teddy bear, for my dear life. Fear and confusion settled in my stomach, hearing the voices grow louder. I could movement and screams, but they didn't make sense.

What was happening?

I continued to ask my four year old self. One second mommy was in my room, singing me to sleep, before daddy suddenly charged inside of the room. His eyes were narrowed, deadly and grey. They darted to me for a brief second, before lingering on mommy.

"Uh, Sammy, I'll be back soon. D-Daddy and I are going to have a chat." Her words were shaky, a forced smile playing on her lips. I frowned, but nodded, snuggling into my teddy. Mr bubbles. She tore her eyes away from me and stood up, daddy glaring at her.

"Goodnight, Sammy." She whispered, before she shut the door. It was silent for a few minutes, and I was close to falling asleep. However, it was then the low voices began to grow louder.

BANG

The loud sound caused me to flinch, letting out a small whimper of fright. My lips trembled as I used all of my strength and power to get off the high bed. When my feet touched the ground, I made my way over to the door. The noises only grew louder.

A low groan left my lips as I stood on my tiptoes, reaching up to turn the doorknob open. Mr Bubbles, hanging by my side. I loved him so much - he was such a good cuddle buddy and listener. I hesitantly turned the door open and peaked an eye out.

"Stop it, Jeremy! I beg you! I never cheated on you!" I heard mommy scream, pain evident in her tone. My heart began to beat faster, seeing her body on the ground. Daddy towered over her, holding a metal spoon in his hand.

"Shut the fuck up, you lying bitch! I'm going to show you belong to me and only to me!" And the next thing I knew, he bent down and placed the spoon on my mommy's arm. I squinted my eyes, wondering what was going to happen.

It was just a spoon.

However, a loud, pain-filled scream left her lips. I flinched, watching as Daddy widely grinned down at my crying mommy.

"That's right bitch. You're only mine. I've marked you." He lowly uttered, letting the spoon drop. My eyes went wide when I saw the nasty, purple burn which was on her hand. Daddy dropped the spoon, glaring at mommy one more time, before walking away.

When he left, I opened the door and ran to my crying mommy. Her eyes went wide when she saw me, but she instantly embraced me into a hug. I could feel tears slip down my cheek, cradling her head to my small body.

"I-It will be okay, Mommy. I had ouchy before, too. I-I'll kiss it all b-better." I stuttered out. That only made her sob louder, holding my body closer to her. Then suddenly, she pulled back and wiped the tears away from her face. She peered up at me, holding onto my arms.

"N-Never let anyone hurt you, Sam. Never let them overpower you. Never let it happen." She cried.

"Understand?" She firmly asked, shaking me a little.

I nodded my head, frowning. She cried again, pulling me back into her.

Twenty years later, I still think back to this day and reminisce. After that very night, I saw my father's true colors. He abused my mother, and when I hit the age of six - he started on me too.

I found myself getting angry, wiping the tears away from my face. I wouldn't cry. No matter the scarring bruises, burns that monster of a man had left on me - but I wouldn't cry. Soon they'll fade, just like his presence had.

Pushing myself up, I shook my head at myself. My eyes darted up to clouds, which were always grey and dull. I was used to it, though.

"I love you, mom." I whispered, only hoping she could hear me. Shaking off my thoughts, I began moving again. Running straight into the grassy fields.

A low groan left my lips as I did a few pull ups. My forehead was streaming with sweat, my torso glistening with oil. I had a little bottle of it, which Daniel had brought in for me. I barely used it, but today I felt like it.

Jumping down, I clapped my hands together, stretching them out. The sudden sound of footsteps caught my attention. I glanced towards the barred door, feeling my heart drop a little. Belle stood with her head down, twisting the key inside the lock. My eyes lingered on her, awaiting for her to look up.

I could tell she wanted to.

Shyly, she did, but only for a millisecond. A weak smile played on her lips as she turned on her heels.

"Goodnight, Sam." She whispered, her voice cracking. My stomach churned at the sound. I sighed to myself, walking towards the door.

"Wait, Belle." I flatly called. She immediately stopped, peering at me with her innocent blue eyes. What looked like relief flooded her eyes. However, I never failed to miss the redness in them.

"Have you been crying?" I heard myself ask. A familiar blush grew onto her cheeks. She nervously bit down on her bottom lip.

"N-No," She lied. I could tell, because of her nervous gesture. My heart tugged knowing she had been crying. And most likely because of me.

"Don't lie to me, Belle. Why were you crying?" I softly asked, keeping my voice low. She frowned, glancing around.

"B-Because...you're mad at me." She choked out, playing with the set of keys in her hand. Still not looking at me.

"Y-You stormed out of the session. You're mad at me, right?" She questioned, slightly confused. Pursing my lips, I didn't think twice before snatching the keys out her hand and unlocking my cell. She gasped at my sudden action, but didn't say anything.

I narrowed my eyes at her, slowly opening my door and pulling her inside. She gulped, peering up at me.

"Sam, what are you doing?" She quietly asked, pushing up her glasses. I let my hands trail low, wrapping them around her waist. She had no where else to her hands, so placed them against my chest. As soon as she noticed it was bare, a glint waved across her eyes.

"I was mad at you." I lowly muttered, one of my hands clenching her plump ass in my hands. She whimpered from my action, but I knew she enjoyed it.

"But I'm not anymore." I rasped, leaning down to connect my lips with hers. I felt her smile into the kiss, both our tongues coming out caress one another. I roughly bit down on her bottom lip, a soft moan leaving her lips. Before I could continue with my pleasure full actions, she pulled back, slightly breathless.

"Why not?" She breathed, finally gazing into my eyes. I exhaled, leaning my forehead against hers.

"Because, you just made a silly mistake. My mother would never be capable of doing such a thing and I forgive you." She frowned, shaking her head as she pulled back slightly.

"Sam, it's not a mistake. I'm telling you, you were not the one behind your father's death." She repeated, almost pleading me to realize. I scoffed, letting my hands drop from her waist.

"You're really going to continue with this shit, Belle?" I uttered, feeling myself grow pissed. A frown etched onto her lips and she heavily sighed.

"Why are you in so much denial, Sam?" She softly asked, taking a step forward. I glanced away from her, peering down at the ground.

"I'm not, Belle! I just know...my mother wouldn't do such a thing. She loved my father, no matter how sick he was. And the interview, she probably just lied because of that reason." I told her, swallowing the ball in my throat. I suddenly felt Belle cradle my face in her gentle hands.

"Look at me, Sam." Her angelic voice said. I hesitantly did, finding myself gazing into warm eyes.

"It wasn't you who killed him. If you were unconscious from hitting your head and suddenly woke up on the ground with a knife in your hand - tell me, how are you the one behind his death? That's what I asked myself, so I looked into it and after reading the lies your mother fed the reporter, I knew who was lying and wasn't." She told me. My throat churned as I slowly saw where Belle was coming from.

"I...I don't know why she did it, I'm still trying to figure out myself. But...but she covered for herself and...blamed it on you." She grimaced. I closed my eyes as I thought back to the day. I only remember waking up with a bloody knife in my hand. My mother was standing in the corner, murmuring things to herself. And I remember her say something.

"W-What have I just done?"

A tear slipped from my eye, as I glanced down at Belle.

"I-I'm not a murderer." I choked out. The emotion of relief and joy built in my stomach. However, betrayal was much there. It overpowered it.

"Y-Yes, exactly, Sam. You're not." Belle encouragingly nodded, smiling up at me. I sighed, pulling myself away from her and took a seat on the weak bench.

"Then... then why did she lie to me, Belle?" I lowly asked. I heard movement and the next thing I knew, Belle squatted down in-front of me.

"I...I can't answer that, Sam. Only because I don't know myself. But you're not a murderer." She repeated, smiling. I sighed, pushing my thoughts to aside. My mother had lied to me, but it must have been for a reason. If it was to save herself - I forgave her. She should have told me that it was her, I still would have covered for her.

"I didn't kill him." I whispered. Belle nodded, grinning.

"You're innocent, Sam." She told me. A shaky smile quivered onto my lips. Belle giggled, sitting up from the ground and finding herself a seat on my lap. I immediately hugged her, my face buried into her chest.

"Thank you."

We lay on the small bed, my head by her stomach as she combed my hair. My hands trailed over her enticing legs, softly rubbing them. It was a hassle to get Belle to agree to stay, but she eventually agreed, setting an alarm on her watch.

We currently lay like this, my emotions and thoughts still over the place. I was still trying to comprehend the fact that... I wasn't a murderer. I truly couldn't believe it and the more Belle talked to me about how she realized, I understood even more.

Once again, it reminded me how lucky I am. If I didn't have Belle, I would continue to live my life with a lie following me. And I forgave her for looking into my case without asking. I forgave my mother for lying. I'm just happy to know that I didn't kill him. No matter how badly I wanted to.

"What are you thinking about?" Her precious voice asked. I smiled a little, letting my hands wonder upwards. If she weren't wearing these tights, I would be able to feel her skin.

"Just how precious and lucky I am to have you." I lowly said, my hand trailing further, slipping under her dress. She tensed at my action, but made no movement to stop. Inwardly smirking, I let my rub the top of tight-covered thighs.

"Sam..." She whispered. My hand trailed over to her pussy, gently rubbing a thumb across it. But these stupid tights and her panties covered me from having skin to skin action.

"Oh my," She moaned, when my thumb began flicking her clit at a slow pace. I was doing it teasingly, awaiting for her to ask. To beg.

"Sam, please." She breathed, bucking her hips a little. I smirked to myself, instantly hovering over her. Her lust filled eyes trailed over my torso, her hands swiping out to touch it.

"Touch me." She lowly said and I didn't hesitate to make a move.

It was then I realized I didn't need anyone else.

If I had Belle - my life was complete.

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Hey guys! What do you all think of the chapter? Yes, it was Pattie who killed Jeremy and yes, Sam finally realized the truth. Anyways, I was gonna write a little smut, but I got lazy lol. But later lovelies, look forward to :)