Sam is 16. Her life changed forever because of one mans sick and twisted mind? She has been kidnapped, but what the man doesn't know is that she can throw knives. It's a family tradition to learn. She tries to fend off as many people as possible and to try and save everyone. She saved josh from the man too, or has josh saved her? Are they in love or in shock? Is what happened real? Or is it a dream to conceal and protect her from her past?

And it's my first movella so it might be a little rough around the edges, but I hope you enjoy the story. :)


3. Chapter 3

I'm asleep. I'm on a cold metal table. I force my eyes open. We're back in the medical room. Josh is sitting on the floor. He is staring at the door. I sit up. The table is shiny and I can see my reflection. My eye is better, just a little bruised, but I can open it. It's trying to adjust. I'm going to have major depth perception issues. I hop down off the table with my good leg. I fall. I try to move but can't move very much. Josh runs over to help me.
"are you ok?"
No. What are you stupid?!
"yeah I'm fine."
"no your not."
"then why did you ask if you knew the answer?"
"I don't know. Why did you fall?"
I laugh. He helps me sit up. I lean against one of the legs of the table.
"how long was I asleep?"
"not long."
"where is Luke?"
"I don't know. He just left without saying anything."
He takes off all of my bandages and washes the wounds and puts new bandages on.
"thanks. Are you hurt at all?"
Why didn't they hurt him. He was my right hand man. We just sit there for a little while not saying anything. Then he tries to make a normal conversation.
"so. What kind of music you listen to?"
I think if I try at this conversation it might actually distract me from the thought that I'm here as a prisoner.
"you wouldn't like it."
"come on tell me."
"fine. What's your favorite color?"
"really? Why?"
"because black goes with everything."
He laughs.
"no. I'm just kidding. It's blue. What's yours?"
It's quiet again.
"are we really going to try a normal conversation?"
"I don't think so."
"did Luke take the knives?"
"he left us one."
Great. I leave josh in charge of the knife because I can't throw. I try my hand at a normal conversation again.
"where do you go to school?"
"well I'm about to be a new student at Johnson high school. Being a new kid is already hard enough and then this whole mess happens."
"hey! I go to Johnson!"
"yeah. Tell you what I'll make you a deal."
"I'll will be your like guide, and well be good friends. I'll show what class to go to and help you with school stuff, as long as you stay away from the popular kids. They are just pure evil. Stick with me."
"ok. Sounds great!"
"promise me."
"why promise?"
"because it's something I can look forward to when I go back to school. Having you as a friend. Having a friend that knows exactly what I went through. People will tell me they know how I felt, but they won't. You will. So promise me you won't go near those kids."
"ok. I promise."
I hold up my pinky finger. He laughs and our pinkies make a tight lock.
"what's so bad about the populars though?"
"they are mean and act like there all that. We don't get to many new kids at Johnson. So when we do there instantly popular. I've been here my whole life and I wasn't popular. If I lose you to the populars, I will have no one. I have friends, but your here in this hell with me, so you know how I feel. If I lose you to them..."
I feel like I'm going to cry.
"hey. I'm not going anywhere. Ok. I will be with you forever. Well get out of here and I'll be with you every minute of everyday. I don't want to lose you either. I won't have anyone if I lose you. I promise I will be with you every step of the way."
I'm crying now. I throw my self into his arms. It's hurts but I think my heart would hurt more if I didn't hug him. We sit there for a minute. I pull away and I wipe my tears. I pull away and it hurts.
"well shall we keep this seemingly normal conversation going?"
He laughs.
"yeah. Do you have a boyfriend?"
"no. You?"
"girlfriend? No."
"do you have any family?"
"yeah. I got a 6 year old little sister. What about you?"
"my mom ran off when I was a kid. I got an 18 year old brother. What's your sister's name?"
"Rachel. What's your brother's name?"
"Alex. He must be freaking out. He is very protective of me."
"yeah. My mom died when I was born."
"don't be. What's your favorite thing to do?"
"well lots of stuff, but I would say a tie between writing and drawing. What about you?"
"I would say drawing but I'm no good at it."
"do you do sports?"
"no. Never. Ive never really under stood the point of a bunch of kids fighting over a ball. You?"
" I did swim team last year, but that was the only year I did a sport."
" any clubs?"
"photography. You?"
I pull my self onto his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me in closer. It hurts my stitches but it's worth it. His body heat is warming me up. I wasn't particularly cold but still. He has the deepest blue eyes I have ever seen. I brush his hair out of his eyes just so I can see his eyes.
"make me another promise."
He is leaning his forehead against mine.
"promise, promise me that we will protect each other, always."
He pauses for a moment which makes me nervous.
I smile and let my body relax. I rest my head against his shoulder. I close my eyes. I'm safe in his arms. We sit there. I love this. Being normal. I feel so at peace, and that peace is disturbed by butterflies in my stomach. Why though? Why am I nervous? He starts to say something.
"I don't want to lose you."
"I know. We just said this ten minutes ago."
I'm kind of confused to what he is trying to say.
"know you don't. I know this seems weird since I've only known you a few days but..."
The butterflies are getting bigger and bigger.
"what? What is it?"
I look into his eyes. Bigger and bigger. The butterflies. Are huge at this point. Why? He just stares into my eyes. Then he does it! He kisses me!
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