anythingulike_69
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"Don't you dare.... don't you DARE try and defend that man for what he did to you!"
Samantha glared icy daggers at Max, jabbing her finger in his direction. "You shut the fuck up! I don't have to defend Everett, our relationship or anything we do to you, or anyone else."
Stopping to take a breath and push down the raging anger she was feeling toward Max, she buried it deep under a fresh layer of icy calm. "But I didn't come here to speak to you about Everett. I came to talk about Bailey." She recognised the pained expression, the concern and hint of guilt in his suddenly downcast eyes and hunched shoulders, but she didn't let that slow her down. "You've probably succeeded in ruining forever any chance she had at the most important relationship a young girl can have… the one with her father. Bailey is the real loser in this. Thanks to you."
She let that sink in a moment before adding softly, "and me." As angry as she was with Max, she knew that she carried her fair share of this mess. She should never have gone to him. Should never have told anyone. That much was on her.
"Fool that I am, I let Everett convince me that there were people in this world I could trust. People I could love. That I didn't need to be alone my whole life. I should have known better."
Max looked up, opening his mouth to speak… to deny… but Samantha waved off whatever he was going to say, continuing on. "Now who is going to suffer for Everett's generosity of spirit? He is. And that poor, beautiful little girl." She blinked back tears, pulling the icy calm back around her like a protective shroud. "And that suffering can be laid at your door. And mine."
Max slammed his fist on the table, shaking his head with a growl of denial.
"No!" Samantha shoved her chair back, standing up and jabbing her finger in his direction. "It's too late for protests or denials. You need to face up to your responsibility in this." She paced away to the door and slowly turned back, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I only have one other thing to say to you." She locked eyes with him, icy calm. "You should know, I had a little discussion of my own with the police back home. I told them that Illian beats you. Rapes you. Keeps you in chains."
Max gasped, mouth dropping open, fists slamming against the table, but Samantha paid no attention.
"They've arrested her and confiscated everything in your home. Pictures, toys, whips… all of it." She was guessing, but the look on his face made it clear enough that she was right.
"WHAT?!" he thundered.
"No," she bit back, "don't try to tell me you love her. That's not possible, remember? You're battered. Abused. You can't know how you feel."
"It's not the same fucking thing!!"
"Isn't it?" She smiled, a cold, icy grin that didn't reach her eyes. "Good-bye Max. Have a nice life, now that you're free of Illian." She turned and walked out the interrogation room door, hearing Max's bellowed "Dammit! NOOOO!" behind her.
In the outer waiting area, she walked up to Illian, smiling sadly at her. "Do me a favour? Let him stew a bit before you go in and see him?"
Illian sighed. "I never would have imagined it when he brought you home, dear," she laid a hand on Samantha's trembling arm, "but you've got the makings of a truly vicious Domme in there."
Samantha's eyes widened. "No," she whispered, blushing. "A wicked bitch maybe, but not a Domme. Ever. Once I might've happily spent the rest of my life as someone's sub… but that's over now." She allowed Illian to pull her into a hug. "Whether or not you two manage to reconcile with Everett, I won't likely see you again." She returned the hug with a squeeze of her own. "Thank you for everything you tried to do for me. I know you meant well."
Illian pulled back, concern shining in her eyes. "Where are you going to go?"
Samantha sighed. "I've been subpoenaed for Everett's custody case, so not far… for now. After that, who knows? Maybe it's time to retire and disappear from public life for a while." She smiled sadly. "Good-bye, Illian."
--
Linda sat in the bedside chair, glancing worriedly from Bailey to the door Everett disappeared through and back again. Bailey hadn't taken her eyes off the script in her hands even once.
"You really should send her a thank you," she prodded.
Bailey sighed, looking up at Linda. "How? I don't know where…"
Linda raised her eyebrows, leaning a bit closer. "You know, your Dad probably has her number."
Bailey scowled, hunching down in the bed.
Linda sighed. "He's just trying to do what's best for you, you know."
Pouting, Bailey shot back. "How does he know what's best for me? He doesn't even know me!"
"And whose fault is that?" Linda spoke sternly, pinning the girl with a frown. "When was the last time you talked to him? Offered him anything more than pouts and growls and obstinate attitude?"
"He left us!"
"He's not a saint, Bay. NO one is. He's just a man, trying to do the best he can for his daughter. Maybe you need to think about giving him a chance." Linda's eyes dropped to the script in Bailey's hands. "Ms. Noelle seemed to think highly of him," she added softly.
Samantha glared icy daggers at Max, jabbing her finger in his direction. "You shut the fuck up! I don't have to defend Everett, our relationship or anything we do to you, or anyone else."
Stopping to take a breath and push down the raging anger she was feeling toward Max, she buried it deep under a fresh layer of icy calm. "But I didn't come here to speak to you about Everett. I came to talk about Bailey." She recognised the pained expression, the concern and hint of guilt in his suddenly downcast eyes and hunched shoulders, but she didn't let that slow her down. "You've probably succeeded in ruining forever any chance she had at the most important relationship a young girl can have… the one with her father. Bailey is the real loser in this. Thanks to you."
She let that sink in a moment before adding softly, "and me." As angry as she was with Max, she knew that she carried her fair share of this mess. She should never have gone to him. Should never have told anyone. That much was on her.
"Fool that I am, I let Everett convince me that there were people in this world I could trust. People I could love. That I didn't need to be alone my whole life. I should have known better."
Max looked up, opening his mouth to speak… to deny… but Samantha waved off whatever he was going to say, continuing on. "Now who is going to suffer for Everett's generosity of spirit? He is. And that poor, beautiful little girl." She blinked back tears, pulling the icy calm back around her like a protective shroud. "And that suffering can be laid at your door. And mine."
Max slammed his fist on the table, shaking his head with a growl of denial.
"No!" Samantha shoved her chair back, standing up and jabbing her finger in his direction. "It's too late for protests or denials. You need to face up to your responsibility in this." She paced away to the door and slowly turned back, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I only have one other thing to say to you." She locked eyes with him, icy calm. "You should know, I had a little discussion of my own with the police back home. I told them that Illian beats you. Rapes you. Keeps you in chains."
Max gasped, mouth dropping open, fists slamming against the table, but Samantha paid no attention.
"They've arrested her and confiscated everything in your home. Pictures, toys, whips… all of it." She was guessing, but the look on his face made it clear enough that she was right.
"WHAT?!" he thundered.
"No," she bit back, "don't try to tell me you love her. That's not possible, remember? You're battered. Abused. You can't know how you feel."
"It's not the same fucking thing!!"
"Isn't it?" She smiled, a cold, icy grin that didn't reach her eyes. "Good-bye Max. Have a nice life, now that you're free of Illian." She turned and walked out the interrogation room door, hearing Max's bellowed "Dammit! NOOOO!" behind her.
In the outer waiting area, she walked up to Illian, smiling sadly at her. "Do me a favour? Let him stew a bit before you go in and see him?"
Illian sighed. "I never would have imagined it when he brought you home, dear," she laid a hand on Samantha's trembling arm, "but you've got the makings of a truly vicious Domme in there."
Samantha's eyes widened. "No," she whispered, blushing. "A wicked bitch maybe, but not a Domme. Ever. Once I might've happily spent the rest of my life as someone's sub… but that's over now." She allowed Illian to pull her into a hug. "Whether or not you two manage to reconcile with Everett, I won't likely see you again." She returned the hug with a squeeze of her own. "Thank you for everything you tried to do for me. I know you meant well."
Illian pulled back, concern shining in her eyes. "Where are you going to go?"
Samantha sighed. "I've been subpoenaed for Everett's custody case, so not far… for now. After that, who knows? Maybe it's time to retire and disappear from public life for a while." She smiled sadly. "Good-bye, Illian."
--
Linda sat in the bedside chair, glancing worriedly from Bailey to the door Everett disappeared through and back again. Bailey hadn't taken her eyes off the script in her hands even once.
"You really should send her a thank you," she prodded.
Bailey sighed, looking up at Linda. "How? I don't know where…"
Linda raised her eyebrows, leaning a bit closer. "You know, your Dad probably has her number."
Bailey scowled, hunching down in the bed.
Linda sighed. "He's just trying to do what's best for you, you know."
Pouting, Bailey shot back. "How does he know what's best for me? He doesn't even know me!"
"And whose fault is that?" Linda spoke sternly, pinning the girl with a frown. "When was the last time you talked to him? Offered him anything more than pouts and growls and obstinate attitude?"
"He left us!"
"He's not a saint, Bay. NO one is. He's just a man, trying to do the best he can for his daughter. Maybe you need to think about giving him a chance." Linda's eyes dropped to the script in Bailey's hands. "Ms. Noelle seemed to think highly of him," she added softly.