Runaway (slight BDSM)

Chapter Eight: Bastard!

Hey guys, sorry for the late update! I had a lot of work to do, but I'm here now and that's all that matters! Also I loved how the last chapter ended, I hope you guys did as well. What are you guys waiting for?! Let's goooo!!

Song: Runnin By: Naughty Boy ft. Beyoncé, Arrow Benjamin

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Two weeks have passed since the phone call. Two weeks in which Jack didn't hesitate to call. I had to convince and by convince I mean threaten Sam to get him not to answer.

"I don't get why you won't let me answer the phone," Sam whines.

"He's a dumb rich bastard and the world, you, and I, along with everyone else, if only they could see it. Would be better off without seeing his stupid face, or hearing his stupid voice," I say taking a bite out of a frosted sugar cookie. Sam and I are currently eating lunch at our spot. It was my turn to fetch it and I managed to get us some sandwiches along with the cookies, and some fruit, since Sam loves fruit so much.

"You know, those aren't good for you," he says and I roll my eyes.

"Let me enjoy the frosted goodness," I whine. Now it's his turn to roll his eyes.

"If you don't like him so much, then why wear the bracelet he got you?" Sam asks with a smirk. I look down at the bracelet around my wrist.

"It would be a waste to not put something this pretty to use." I explain. In all reality, it reminds me a lot of the bracelet my mother once gifted me.

"Yeah, or maybe it's because a part of you, likes this man," Sam says and I roll my eyes and take the last bite of my cookie.

"Ugh! I'm not arguing with you over this. The only reason I'm here is so we can take those dumb pictures. Come on, let's get it over with. You made me lose my appetite." I grumble. Sam smiles widely and together we clean up and head on out. We start out in the park, then the square, and now we're currently downtown.

"All these people," I grumble.

"Come on," Sam says grabbing my hand, a rare light in his eyes. I smile fondly. Sam has always wanted to be a model, photographer, and travel the world. He wanted to go to a college or school that specializes on the subjects. Who am I to ruin this fun experience of his?

"Alright, alright," I say laughing. Then take his picture as he poses on the front steps of what looks like some type of court house.

"Alright, now it's your turn," he says for what was like the one hundredth time today.

"Why?! I already posed everywhere else," I groan. I hate pictures of myself and he knows this so why...

"Come on," he says and I sigh. Not wanting to ruin this for him, I go ahead and pose. "Another one," he says. We keep at this for a couple more minutes until finally he smiles down at the phone, satisfied.

"Finally," I say and join him.

"Look," he says and I comply. We first look at the pictures of Sam and I smile widely at how good he looks.

"You were born for the camera," I say in a breath like whisper. I couldn't help it, he was...Stunning.

"Wait until you see you," he says. I gasp at the first picture, surprised at how beautiful I look. My green hazel eyes alight, my usually limp brown hair was wavy and perfectly flowing down my shoulders, a couple strands in front of my face, my pale skin, looking nice and not sickly, and last but not least, my stick like figure, I didn't look like a skeleton, or starving child, I looked somewhat elegant. All the pictures of me were flawless.