Re: Log: Meredith/Sam
[Of course Meredith didn't fight back. Even as Sam feebly through punches, she got that the other woman wouldn't fight back. She would walk out of this and cry, say the coked-up girl attacked her. Some stupid shit that would sell because Meredith was class and money, and Sam was trash and a junkie. But Sam had a life in this fucking door, yeah? She didn't want to lose that.
She fought the arms that grabbed her to stop the fight. She shook free, but she didn't go for Meredith again, even as blonde slipped through the redhead's fingers. Why would she? Fucking pathetic. She drew bloodied knuckles against tear-stained cheeks, and she knew enough to get the fuck out before those cops came.
Meredith could press charges, whatever, but Sam needed to get out while there was product in her. Even shaking like a fucking leaf, she knew that. Everyone was home. She couldn't go home. But she backed the fuck out, backed out hard, banging shoulders against the man that had pulled her back.
She didn't say anything. Not one fucking thing. She spun, and she ran. Someone followed, whatever, but the hotel hallway was there, hiding behind a public restroom a few feet outside and inside a convenience store, and they couldn't chase her there.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, and the door slammed behind her before the world went fucking black.]