"Sam, it does matter what you want…" she started only to be cut off by a hot glare from her oldest daughter.

"Mom, reality check. If it DID matter what I wanted, we would still be at the Palace and I would still be with Brooke. So don’t stand there and sugar coat the situation like I’m some sort of baby," Sam ranted angrily. "This isn’t the life I want so stop expecting me to be thankful that I have it, OK?"

"I’m sorry, Sam," Jane whispered trying not to cry at the hurt and anger in her daughter’s voice. She knew the situation was bad and hated seeing how it was tearing at Sam. "I’ll go get some more boxes."

"Sam," Terri said patiently when Jane walked out of earshot. "Give your mother a break. She’s doing the best she can for you." Sam shot the blonde an irritated look.

"I know that," she said, barely keeping herself from snapping. "I just…I miss Brooke, OK?" Terri nodded.

"I know you do, hon. But it’s not Jane’s fault. And honestly Sam, you’re blaming her for something that’s beyond her control. You’re being unfair." Sam reached up and rubbed the bridge of her nose. She knew Terri was right. It just didn’t make her any less angry. Actually, it made her angrier.

"You know what’s ‘unfair’?" she growled at Terri, who listened glad to see some of Sam’s spark returning. "The fact that I have had to move, not once, but twice because of Mike McQueen. First from the home I grew up in to the Palace and now from the Palace to here. When did HE suddenly start ruling my life? Fuck him! THAT’S unfair! I want my life back," Sam declared. Terri smiled. There was the Sam everyone told her about.

"Furthermore," Sam continued, her eyes lighting up as she vented. "I want my Brooke back, damn it. Father or no, he has no right to do what he’s done. It’s HER life, not his. He is NOT God."

"So what do you plan on doing about it, Sam?" Jane asked quietly from the doorway. Sam let out a long sigh, some of the wind being sucked from her sails at the question.