Sam watched out the window of the cab as it made its way across town to the area where Mike and Jayson lived…where she would live.  Her hands were clasped tightly around a water bottle in her lap and her teeth were nervously nibbling on her bottom lip.<br/><br/>She knew it was the right thing to do, leaving Mickey.  In fact, the farther away she got, the easier she breathed.  Last night, when Mickey came in drunk and began to hit her, she thought she might have waited too late, but he was drunk enough that she was able to slip away from him and lock herself in the bathroom until he fell asleep in a stupor.<br/><br/>She took a drink from her bottle of water and wiped the back of her hand across her lips, wondering what the guys were doing right now.  It was because of them she was able to make this break.  She had been too afraid to try on her own, his constant threats of retaliation keeping her in line.  But now she had protectors, and she loved them both for it.<br/><br/>When the cab pulled up to the house, she looked out, seeing both Mike and Jayson coming outside to help with her things.  She jumped out and ran around the cab, arms stretched wide to hug her best, oldest, and dearest friends.<br/><br/><br/>