A new change

Chapter 3

Sam had passed out after hitting the ground, but he could feel and hear things, just not able to open his eyes. He could feel arms wrapped under his arms, his feet dragging on the ground. He had no idea where he was, or where he was going. But by the voices, he could tell they were in distress. He could feel himself being lifted and put onto a bed, he had guessed. He tried his best to open his eyes, but the bright LED lights made it difficult. The men must've noticed Sam was awake by his eyelids fluttering. He heard a door swing open.

"What did you do to him? I thought I gave specific instructions to leave him unharmed," the person asked.

"Sir, he did it himself. He ran into a car trying to get away from us, we would never hurt him." The voice from earlier in the alley said.

"You better not be lying to me." The voice had said.

"Cole, why would I lie to you?"

Sam heard a chair get pulled out beside him and felt many pairs of eyes on him. The blonde felt a hand run softly through his hair, although it felt calming his head was still in pain. He groaned at the hand, tilting his head away.

"Get him some ibuprofen and melatonin, someone knocked him around a bit, and he needs some rest." The voice said next to him. Many footsteps left the room.

The hand was back in his hair, "if you could just open your eyes and look at me, I would appreciate that." The voice whispered. Sam tried, but he just couldn't.

"Hey it's okay, I see your struggling, I'll see you in the morning, beautiful."

Sam was slowly waking up from sleeping, this time being able to open his eyes. The room he was in was relatively small, walls and ceiling pure white almost looked like a lab room. The pain in his head had gone, but his concern now was, where was he? In an attempt to sit up, he couldn't his body felt weak. He couldn't move anything other than his hands and head. He groaned in disappointment, blocking his eyes from the bright light and bright room. A door behind him had opened. He turned to see who it was.

"Oh, good to see you're awake now, I was wondering when I was going to get to see your eyes" The person had smirked. He had dark brown hair, was roughly Sam's height, and blue eyes. "Sorry I forgot to introduce myself, my names Colby. But only you can call me that, I prefer the others to call me Cole, it's more fitting for their purpose." Colby had smiled.

Where am I and why am I here?" Sam asked.

"This is where you belong, with me, end of story. Besides your family kicked you out, it's better for you to be here where I can protect you." Colby said.

"How did yo-"

"How did I know you got kicked out? Well, you would be surprised to know, I know more about you than you think. But that's for me to know and for you to find out." Colby smiled. Sam was starting to get scared, this guy had stalked him for god knows how long. "Hey don't think too much, you'll stress yourself out," Colby said softly, assisting Sam in sitting up.

"You must be a little hungry so I'll get someone to take food to your room. I have things to deal with, so someone else will show you to our room. Until then, I will see you later on." Colby said, grabbing Sam's hand quickly kissing his knuckles. Sam yanked his hand back, Colby sighing. Sam was lost. He said, "our room" and this guy kidnapped him.

"I've waited so long for you, it's crazy you're here now." Colby smiled, getting up as the door opens. Another man walks in, coming over to Sam.

"Come along, breakfast is in your room, I'll guide you there. I'm Kevin, by the way." Kevin had smiled, helping Sam stand up.

"What is this place?" Sam said shakily, sauntering beside Kevin.

"This is your home, but this place is run by Cole. Sorta like a gang, we're a hidden small community and to do that, we obviously are never associated with people who are outside this gang. Well, everyone apart from you, Cole has had his eye on you for six years." Kevin explained.

"What why, I don't want to be a part of a gang, I'd rather live on my own than with you psychotic people. Why me, that's some serious stalker stuff." Sam said.

"Cole has taken a liking to you long ago, you wouldn't understand. He would kill someone for you." Kevin said. That left Sam stumped. Kevin had stopped in front of a door, "this is your room, relax, eat or whatever your heart desires. But do not leave this room unless asked to." Kevin had said.

Sam was lightly pushed into the room, stumbling slightly. He looked around the massive room that looked like a 1960s room but at the same time a little modern. They set a tray of various breakfasts on the dresser. Sam made his way over to it, his thoughts being taken over by hunger, forgetting what had just happened.

Once Sam felt he had eaten enough, he realised his bag was on the bed. The men must have got it when Sam ran off. He walked over to it, pulling out a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Sam had been wearing the clothes he was in for a while. This place was better than the streets, but they still scared him that he was forced here. His curiosity grew. He knew Kevin said not to leave, but he wanted to explore. That was his thing. So he did the only thing he could think of and made his way to the door.