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. :)


6. Chapter 6

I open my eyes with ease. I feel like new. There is a nurse checking my IV.
"glad to see that your awake."
"how long was I asleep?"
"well we put you in a medical coma. You needed to rest. You also had surgery."
"for what."
"to repair tissue damage to the areas where you got stabbed."
I hate her. She makes this sound all cheery.
"ok, it ow long was I in the coma?"
"almost a month."
A month!!!! I can't believe it. I sit up. I'm thirsty. She hands me water. It like she read my mind. I chug back the little plastic cup. I give it back. I put my self on top of the blankets. I notice a weird looking shape on my ankle. It's a scar. I lift up my gown. I have scars all over. It looks like I was attacked by wolverine.
"I just need to check your vitals and then you can have lunch."
She scribbles on her clipboard. I don't see why she felt the need to tell me that. I'm starving. She puts the clipboard up and wheels over a a table of food. I get chicken noodle soup, a roll, some juice, a cookie, and a small bowl of corn. I push away the corn. I scarf down everything else immediately. I'm still a little hungry. I only eat corn if it's on the cob. I push away the little table. Josh is at the door. I now have the hugest smile across my face. He comes over and hugs me so tightly. I pull away. He kisses me. His lips are so soft. I'm tingling all over again. He presses his hand to my cheek. He pulls away. I didn't want him to but as long as he is here. I scoot over so he can sit next to me. I hold his hand. He is wearing a faded red v-neck t-shirt, faded jeans and white, blue and black sneakers. His dad must have brought them. He probably didn't need as much medical attention. He turns on the tv. Every news channel is about us. He turns it off.
"your famous."
"you are too."
"where is Blake?"
The nurse cuts in.
"he is in room 216, just a few doors down."
I start to get up.
"you can't go see him. Yours still on bed rest."
"then why did you tell me what room he was in?"
"because you asked."
"I only asked so I could go see him."
"but you can't."
"then why did you answer me."
"because you asked."
"ughhh! Can't you wheel me over in wheelchair?"
"just this once."
"thank you."
She helps me into a wheelchair and hangs my IV bag on a long pole attached to the chair. Josh is still holding my hand. 213, 214, 215. I squeeze Josh's hand.
We're sitting there.
"what's wrong?"
"nothing. Keep going."
216. His dad is there. No mom.
She wheels me over to his bed. I stand up and give him a big hug. I can only go so far because of the IV. It's like a leash. I sit back down.
"look mommy. They let me color all kinds of pictures. I colored a dinosaur."
"wow, Blake. These are amazing."
I try to say that with my best little kid voice possible. He shows me all of his drawings.
"could I speak to you in the hallway for a moment?"
The dad wants to talk to me. The nurse wheels me out and leaves. I stand up. He practically attacks me. I realize he is trying to hug me. I pull away when I start to feel uncomfortable.
"thank you so much. Thank you for saving him. I don't know what else to say."
"I couldn't leave him when I found him. I'm just wondering, but what happened to his mother? He thinks I'm his mom."
"she died of breast cancer last year."
He pulls out his wallet to show me a photo of her.
"she looks just like you. Maybe that's why he thought you were his mom."
I start to cry. What's with all the moms leaving or dying? It seems like there is a pattern.
"what should we tell him?"
"I honestly think we should tell him the truth. You can have visitation rights and stop by anytime you like. I can't thank you enough."
He hugs me.
"you have a very special little boy."
"thank you."
I sit back down and wipe my tears. He wheels me back in. Blake sits in my lap. He doesn't have and IV attached so he can roam free. We sit there laughing and playing for maybe an hour. The best hour of my life. They tell me I have to leave so I give them both hugs and leave. I'm back in my bed next to josh. Holding his hand. Watching tv. I doctor comes in checks me and stuff and takes the needle out of my arm.
"you don't need it anymore. Just visit the hospital psychiatrist everyday until you feel better. You can change into your clothes now."
I just change really fast. My shirt is covered in blood and it shows all the scars on my stomach. I take the bullet out of my jean short pocket and twirl it around in my fingers and put it back. I look terrible. I sit back down and bury my face in Josh's shirt. I don't want to leave the hospital like this. The doctor clears his throat. I readjust my self and look at him.
"you can't leave though. You need to be 18 to leave by your self."
"I know."
He leaves. I sit and watch tv with josh. I curl up next to him. I shut my eyes. Open again and find Alex and my dad standing there. Josh gets up and stretches out his hand to my dad. Alex rushes over and slams into me. My dad rushes over and hugs us both. I clutching Alex's shirt so tightly. My dad starts babbling about how much he missed me. I finally get to see Alex again. His black hair that falls just in front of his brown eyes. He is wearing a tight black shirt and faded jeans.
"I was so worried. I missed you so much."
He pulls away and looks into my eyes that are probably watering.
"I love you so much Samantha. I will kill anyone that hurts you."
"I know Alex. I missed you too."
I hide my face in his shirt. I'm so at home. My dad pulls me away and hugs me.
I missed him to but not as much. I don't know why though. I slip out of his arms. He is wearing a suit and a red tie. He has black hair and brown eyes, like Alex's. He is so frantic.
"have you met josh?"
They say it at the same time. I laugh a little.
"hey. I'm josh."
I wrap my arms around his arm.
Dad is staring at him weird. Dad notices my wrist.
"when did you get a tattoo?!"
I look away. I don't want to remember. Josh holds up his wrist.
"they do it to all of us."
My dad turns away. Alex takes off his jacket and puts it on me. I didn't notice a jacket before. I'm dressed terribly. I remember something. They were talking about a bomb. Maybe I was just hearing things. Both are skeptical of josh. They don't know what he is to me. I get tired of them staring at me. I reach up and kiss josh. He is kind of surprised by it, but he just goes with it. I can feel there shock.
"how did you guys meet?"
"I'll tell you later."
We start to leave. I notice two cops standing at my door. I ignore them. Dad starts to sign me out. I'm still holding on to josh.
"well we can go home now."
We pass a billboard hanging in the hallway. I stop. It's covered in missing photos of me. I rip them all down and hold them close.
"let's go."
We leave the building. I get in the red sports car of my dads.
"dad can josh come over?"
I can see he doesn't want him to but I want I'm to.
"I guess. Just text your parents."
"dad, they took our phones."
I turn away. I don't want to cry again.
"oh. I'll call them."
I sit in the back with josh. I lay all the flyers on the floor. He puts his arm around me. I wrap my arms around him. I don't know what to say. I just want to run away. In a few minutes were home. Home. The word sounds weird. Kill Isaac. That sounds better. Dad and Alex are being completely weird about me being back. They don't want to say the wrong thing. I don't want them to hug me. The two cops I saw at the hospital are here.
"dad! Did you hire them to follow me?!"
"Sam. I can't risk losing you again."
"dad I'm a skilled knife thrower. I can handle my self!"
"then why didn't you throw one?!"
"I was drugged! How could I?"
"they are here to protect you."
"what will they follow me my whole life? I could get kidnapped at any time, any moment, any day."
"not when there here."
"dad they have other stuff to do, maybe look for other missing kids!"
He is silent.
"fine. I'll tell them to leave."
The cops hear everything and are already in the car. I go inside and grab my huge set of knives. There is maybe 60 of them in it. I run to the back yard. There is a board with the shape of a dummy on it. I unroll it and unfold it this way and that. They all follow me. I'm starting to freak out. I grab a handful of knives and throw one after the other, not caring where they land. I keep grabbing knives. Keep throwing. I walk over and pick up two armfuls. I keep throwing. None are sticking to the board. I'm mad. I take the sharpest and biggest knife I have. I run over and knock the board to the ground. I sit on top of it and stab, and stab, and stab. I'm slashing and jabbing at the board making deep cuts and if they were human fatal wounds.
Stab. Stab. Stab.
Stab. Stab. Stab.
I'm crying hysterically. I keep stabbing the board. My knife is stuck. Josh runs over and pulls me away from the board. He is holding my arms down and carrying me away. He trips and falls back. He is still holding me. I'm starting to calm down. I will kill that man. I hate him. People will treat me differently. I will have these terrible looking scars forever. All because he has a sick and twisted mind. I calm my self down. Josh lets go of me. I wipe my tears and stand up. I give Alex his jacket back and go inside. I run up stairs to my room and rip off my bloody clothes. I put on a light blue t-shirt and dark jean shorts. I take my hair down from the ponytail. They must have washed it and brushed it because it looks perfect. I take the bullet out of my pocket from my bloody shorts. I look around and I find some tough string. I tie it around the lip of the bullet and tie the ends. I put it around my neck. I look in my mirror. I have so many visible scars. I can't stand the sight of me now. I hang an old black dress over the mirror. I go down stairs. They're all waiting for me.
"sorry for my mental breakdown."
They laugh. I try to be normal.
"hey Alex. How's Madison?"
He smiles.
"she's great. She was so worried abou...."
"ok great!"
I don't want anyone to worry about me. Dad takes off his jacket and tie.
"samantha, we need to talk."
"no we don't. I don't want people to feel sorry, or anything for me. It happened. We know that. No saying you missed me. If I ever want to talk about it then I will. But in my mind it just happened. I want to move on. When I was there I was so excited to see my friends and family and just hang out, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. I knew everyone would treat me different. I never wanted that. Don't feel sorry for me. I never wanted to be treated differently. So don't feel anything for please. I know you love me just don't feel sorry for me."
He doesn't fight much.
"what I want is to pretend this never happened."
"fine, but you and I both know that's not going to happen."
"I can make it happen."
"you will never be the same."
"but I can try."
I look at the clock. It's 3:00. School will end soon. I want to go home, but I am home. I'm the one that got kidnapped but it changed everyone. They brought in my knives. I take a few and shove them into their protectors. I dump them in my shoulder bag and dig out my keys.
"come on josh."
I drag him to my car. It's a small black car. I'm not sure what type. I slam my keys into the ignition. I drive off.
"where are we going?"
"to get posters."
We drive all over town. The backseat must be covered with flyers. By the time were done it's 10:00. I drive josh to his house.
"well thanks for the ride. Come by tomorrow. I don't want to face any day alone for a while."
I smile.
He gets out and runs up to the door and waves. I drive home. I collect all the papers and bring them inside. I drop them on the table. I go upstairs. I know that dad wants to yell. I also know that when I dropped those flyers in front of him he didn't even want to whisper then. I drop my bag by my bed and just climb in. I don't change into pajamas or anything. I don't sleep. I can't. He could come back. Its a slim chance but still. When that kind of stuff happens to you, that slim chance becomes increasingly big. I grab a knife out of my bag and just hold it. I stare at the door all night. Maybe this is a dream. Maybe I will wake up in math class so embarrassed. No. This is not a dream. I wish it were because then he would be playing by my rules. Not the other way around. I wouldn't change what happened to me. Only because maybe I will finally be noticed at school. I won't be some invisible girl any more.
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