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Samara was a tall beautiful redhead. She was in a band tank top and baggy black genes. She was like a punk rock princess. They forged an unlikely friendship when Samara defended Vixxen's Best friend Nikki from a sleazy gang of bullies.

Samara had never tolerated innocent people being pushed around and she wasn't going to start when she saw Nikki being pushed around back then.

She walked back in with a couple bottles of yoohoo. Vixxen took one with a shaky "Thank you." It wasn't much, but it helped to calm her down a bit.

"No sweat man, as it turns out you are in some luck here. My old man let me move into the old mother-in-law suite on my birthday last year. You can crash here and chill until graduation in a few months." She said looking excited at a somewhat confused Vixxen. "Dad won't barge in. Nobody here but us."

"So, what happens then?"

"What happens is I'm moving to Orlando Florida for college. A totally badass art school. Thing is, there are no dorms and the class schedule is going to be killer. Guess who turns out to needs roomie?"

The huge grin on Sams's face faded as tears began falling from Vixxens eyes again. Before the redhead could speak Vixxen hugged her friend tightly. Sam held her as all the pain, stress and relief started to come out. Vixxen's emotional dam broke and Samara was there to ride that wave.

After a while, Vixxen looked up and asked. "But what about your boyfriend?"

Sam took on a sad smile. "Broady and I are ending things. He's going to San Francisco to follow his dream. After watching the shit show my brother went through, trying to pull off a long-distance relationship. We decided to walk away from each other on good terms."

The months passed peacefully. Samara kept it quiet that Vixxen was still staying in town, telling nobody but her boyfriend. They were only miles away from Vixxen's stepfather's house, so she stayed inside during the day, for the most part, leaving with Sam sometimes at night to go hit some clubs out of town. Vixxen came to love letting go and leaving all her stress on the dance floor.

Samara insisted on lots of hugs, snuggles, and casual touches as well. In her words, "we are not going to let those lecherous old fucks make you afraid to be touched." It took some time, but Vixxen began to open up and relax a bit.

Broady came over a few times. He was nice and supportive. He didn't know most of what had happened. He just knew that things went bad and Vixxen had to get out of there. He wanted to know more but had to content himself with knowing Vixx and Sam would be looking out for each other.

Eventually, Samara tells Vixxen that it was a few weeks before classes started at Samara's new university. The plan was to take a road trip there and taking the scenic route. Stopping in Atlanta, New Orleans, Jacksonville then on to Orlando.

Then the night came to leave, Broady had stopped coming over, and they packed the van at night. All the better to avoid anyone noticing Vixxen.

As Vixxen buckled herself into the passenger seat of Samara's dented but fairly cool older van, she took a deep breath as this was it. Her escape was almost complete. She was brought out of her thoughts when a baseball bat was held in front of her. She took it and looked at Samara with confusion' "what's this for?"

Sam smirked and pointed foreword. "T ball..." Samara turned up some tunes, some girl rock, and very loudly. The tires spun as Samara sped away.

Vixxen soon saw her stepfather's home coming up. A pit formed in her stomach. She then felt Samara's hand on her shoulder, and not gently.

"The "T" stands for Taking your power back dude. What's your name?" Samara said, her voice raised over the music.

"Vixxen..." Vixxen replied, but there was no way her voice carried over the music.

"I said what's Your Name!" Samara shouted back, shouted back, even louder.

"I'm Vixxen!" Vixxen replied, a bit louder.

"Now say "I'm not you bitch, Bitch!" Samara screamed, with fire in her eyes.

"I'm not you bitch, Bitch!" Vixxen said this louder, feeling it a bit.

"AGAIN!" Sam was loving this, this was just her sort of girl power thing.

"I'm Vixxen and I'm not your bitch, Bitch!" Vixxen finally yelled, matching Samara's energy.

Sam started messing with the CD player as they screeched to a stop. In the house, Michael ran to a window, hearing the van and saw Vixxen standing by the road breathing hard and holding a bat. Their eyes met and Vixxen felt it, all of it at once. The Pain, the humiliation, the sadness. It all boiled into a near blinding rage.

"I AM VIXXEN!" She raised up the bat, never breaking eye contact. "AND I AM NOT YOU BITCH! BITCH!!! "

Vixxen swung the baseball bat from her soul, she had played softball in school and had a decent swing and a good build for it.

Vixxen's muscular body drove the bat into the mailbox so hard it flew across the yard. hitting the Window Michael was standing in making him jump back in fear. The glass had somehow only cracked.

Vixxen was wide-eyed and panting, her heart hammering in her chest. Bad Reputation by Joan Jett, started blasting from the van's speakers.

Vixx backed up then hopped into the van, taking the dented baseball bat with her.

Sporadic, breathless laughter escaped her lips as the van peeled out down the road. The girls screamed triumphantly. they never saw Michael run out into the street. Nor heard him screening Vixxen's name and cursing. All Vixxen knew was that she was free.

Finally, she was free.