Sam saw a dark figure moving in the trees a few feet to his left. He started to follow the broken branches and crushed grass until he found a clearing with a tent, a campfire, and a clothing line. He finally spotted the figure in the line of trees behind the tent. All of a sudden he has rocks and sticks being thrown at him. As Sam is running towards the direction of the rocks and sticks, Sam got hit in the head with a golf ball size rock. The last thing that Sam seen before losing consciousness was a figure coming out of the tree line.
A weak ray of sunlight was coming through the flap in the tent that Sam woke up in.
“Ow. My God. Wha… what happened? It feels like I have been beaten in the head with a brick.” Sam says outloud to himself as he tries to cradle his head in his hands. Sam soon realized that he couldn’t move his hands. He started to freak out and lash out with his legs. His leg hit something hard and he heard a satisfactory yell of pain.
“Who are you, why does my head feel like it got hit with a baseball bat, and why am I tied to a chair in a tent?” Sam asked angrily as he realized that he was, indeed, tied to a chair in his attempt to escape.
“My name is absolutely none of your business, and you didn’t get hit in the head with a baseball bat. You got hit in the head with a good sized rock that I threw. To answer your third question, you are tied to a chair in MY tent because you tried to attack me with that large knife of yours.” Replied the stranger to Sam.
“Okay. The migraine and blurry vision makes sense now. Tell me your name, and possibly get me some ibuprofen please. I can’t see a thing, and I would love to see who my kidnapper is.” Sam said sassily.
“I didn’t kidnap you at all. It was simply self defense. And here, take this. It will help you with your migraine.”
“Thanks. Now, can you untie me? My hands are numb, and my arms are going to follow soon enough.”
“No. How do I know that you won’t try to attack me for hitting you in the head, and then tying you to a chair?”
“You don’t, but I can swear that I won’t attack you with me body if you let me loose.”
“Okay. Whatever, but if you do attack me we will have some serious problems.”
“Okay… By the way how long was I out?”
“About eleven hours. I hit you pretty hard. Why do you want to know?” The stranger said whilst untying Sam from his restraints.
“Just curious because the last time I was awake it was getting pretty dark, and the sun is about to set again.” Sam said standing up while blinking rapidly.
“Why are you blinking so much?”
“My eyes are blurry still, but they are starting to get better, and I am trying to make them get better faster.” Sam explained while finally being able to see for the first time since he woke up.
“Oh. That makes sense.” The stranger, who Sam could finally tell was a male by the sound of his voice.
“Yup. Anyway, I was wondering if…” Sam trailed off as he finally looked at the stanger for the first time, seeing him for the first time. Sam was so caught off guard that he didn’t even know that he had trailed off. He just sat there and stared at him for the longest time.
“What?” He asked uncomfortably. “Is there something on my face?” He asked quickly noticing that Sam was staring at him.
God, he is handsome… wait… I didn’t know or think that I was gay. Am I? I don’t really know, but I doubt that he is so I need to try and ignore my feelings for now. I can’t afford to fall in love again. Especially with someone that good looking, and the fact that he more than likely wouldn’t even think twice about me, even if he was gay, Sam thought.
“Nothing,” Sam said a little too quickly. “Just wondering why you didn’t tell me your name yet.” Sam said trying to avoid telling the truth.
“Oh. Okay. Well, my name is Philippe.” Philippe said to Sam a little shyly.
“Cool. Nice to meet you Philipe. I’m Sam, and might I ask, why the hell are you staying in a tent and living in the middle of the woods?”
“Well, it is a pretty long story, and I don’t really like to talk about my childhood…”
“Neither do I. Trust me when I say I would rather be hit over the head with a rock again instead of going back home.” Sam said quickly without thinking.
“Um… Me neither.” Philippe said slowly. He was trying to process what Sam had just said. Did Sam have as bad of a home as him? He wanted to know more about Sam because Sam seems so interesting… not to mention that he is pretty handsome…
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to make everything so sad. i just… I… nevermind.”
“What? You didn’t make anything all sad. In fact, you just made it more interesting. I have a deal for you… How about you tell me your story and why you were going to sleep in your truck in the middle of the woods, and I will give you something to eat and something to drink.” Philippe tried to bribe Sam into telling him more about his childhood.
“I said no. I will make you another deal. How about you tell me your story, you give me something to eat and something to drink, and then I will tell you my story. How does that sound? I am practically dying to know why you are living in the middle of the woods.”
“Okay, okay. You win. Might as well sit down. This might take a while for the both of us. I will make the food and you can get something to drink out of the cooler over there.” Philippe said whilst pointing at the other end of the tent.
“Thanks.” Sam said grabbing a mountain dew from the cooler and sitting back down on the chair he was previously tied too.
“No problem.” Philippe said sitting back down.
“Now, to start from the beginning…” Sam said as he started to describe his childhood before he left home.
A/N: Here is the rest of chapter 7 you guys!!! It took me a while but thanks to a good friend I got some ideas. I know it is really long now, but I really like it. I hope that you guys really really enjoy it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!