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brought her feet up under her so she could run right away before Kurt could try to wrestle her back to the ground. But then she saw someone sprinting towards them at full speed.
    Just before the blurring figure got to them, she recognized Sam by his varsity jacket. Relief flooded her.
    Rachel opened her mouth to say something before Sam soccer-kicked Kurt in the face. The big oaf had been crawling over to Rachel with the intent of snaking one of her legs out from underneath her just while she stood up. The kick from Sam was so viscous it sent him spinning the other way, and left him cradling his head, his face a ragged mess from Rachel's nails.
    “You bastard!” Sam said. “How could you?”
    Kurt looked at Sam with an expression of blank terror. Instead of saying anything in return, Kurt got to his feet and sprinted into the darkness of the sculpture garden, weaving in and out of some of them to be harder to catch. Sam's body tensed for a moment, as if to take after Kurt, but then he relaxed.
    Rachel was glad to see him stay with her instead of chasing the football player into the dark where who knew what could be waiting for him. She wondered how many times Kurt had done this, and what tricks or traps waited in the dark for those who decided to take action against the sick son-of-a-bitch.
Chapter Seven
    “ARE YOU ALL right?” Sam said.
    Rachel rubbed the spot where Kurt's bicep had connected with her head when he'd overshot his punch. She looked down at herself to find her clothes disheveled and soiled, but besides that, not much damage was done.
    “I think so,” Rachel said standing up and dusting herself off quickly.
    They both stood in silence for a moment before Rachel burst into tears.
    Sam tried consoling her with a hug, but for a few minutes the sobs wouldn't stop coming.
    “Oh my God.” Rachel said. “Thank you so much for being here, Sam. If it hadn't been for you, I don't know what would have happened. That sicko was hiding here behind those perverted statues! Can you believe that?”
    Sam held her gently for a few moments, wondering what the right thing to do was. It occurred to him that he needed to get her somewhere safe, somewhere she could recover from the shock of the incident and clean up a little bit.
    “We could go back to my place,” Sam said pointing to the other side of the sculpture garden. “It's just across the street from here. We'd just have to follow this path to the street and cross.”
    “That sounds fine,” Rachel said. “I just need a second, okay? Just give me a second to calm down.”
    They walked carefully through the sculpture garden to the street, wary of the possibility that Kurt might be lurking in the shadows. But it didn't take them long to make it through the stones and to the street where they crossed to get to Sam's apartment.
    Sam lived in a gated community, a nice apartment complex that you needed a key fob to get access to. There was a pool and a sauna. Rachel wasn't sure how much Sam paid for rent each month, but it obviously wasn't cheap in the least. Even though the adult playground of the pool existed, people weren't lounging around drunk, dressed like they were at the beach. Most people Rachel saw were walking quietly to or from their room. She figured that the pool must have become a novelty for them a long time ago.
    Sam lived on the third story of the complex, which meant talking an elevator or taking a few flights of stairs. Given the situation, they decided it would be best to wait for an elevator. After thirty seconds of standing there, the elevator chimed open and they were whisked three stories above without having to walk up the stairs.
    Sam led the way to his room. Rachel thought about asking why it seemed like the door was so sturdy, but thought better of asking a weird question upon first stepping into Sam's apartment and seeing the large Persian rug, a beautiful purple color, stretched over the majority of the room. The décor was old paintings