Re: Carnival Trailer: Sam & Meredith
Sam wasn't feeling philosophical or anything. She wasn't thinking about why Meredith was such an abusive fucking bitch, and she wasn't thinking about how the fuck someone could pop out of a cunt and grow up to be so cruel. She wasn't thinking about how hard she'd tried to help the fucking redhead, even after all that nasty shit with Neil, and Meredith being a twat. Nah, man, she might think about that later, yeah? Think about how she was glad Neil had left Meredith's ass, abandoned her, whatever. Meredith deserved that fucking hurt, and Sam was actually glad she'd fucking helped make it happen. And Sam wasn't naturally cruel, but maybe Meredith brought that shit out in her hard, because this thing with Cris? This was victim terrorizing, and it was fucking WRONG. As someone who'd been on the receiving end of sexual abuse, she KNEW what this shit was, and she knew it was SICK. And Sam, she knew she was gonna get into shit for this, yeah? If Meredith reported it. But Meredith wasn't a fucking saint, and Sam was willing to scream that loud and through bars, yeah? If needed.
And Sam didn't go away. Meredith didn't answer? Fuck that?
Sam was young, and she knew trailer locks were shit. She was healthy now, plump and with energy, and she lifted her leg and kicked high at that flimsy lock until it gave under the weight of her Doc Marten.
She yanked the door open hard, and she stormed into the small space. And FUCK conversation, because Sam wasn't there to talk or scream. Nah, man, she'd TRIED talking. "YOU FUCKING BITCH." That was all she said before pouncing, a messily thrown fist aimed straight for Meredith's fucking nose.