Be My Forever

Rescue

A/n: Okay, please COMMENT whether this story is BORING or INTERESTING. Because a friend of mine who has been reading this fanfic told me that it's boring. So, if you feel the same, just comment and I can change the track of the story to make it interesting! :)

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Samantha's POV :

The beanie guy gripped my hip and leaned closer with an evil smirk. His stinky breath almost made me to faint. I closed my eyes tightly and prayed to all the Gods from every known religion to the human race, but then I realised the genuine meaning of God help only those who help themselves.

And that's when I realised I haven't tried anything yet. With a little courage I had, I kicked the shins of the beanie guy hard, that he fell on the ground, groaning in pain. Next, without any further delay, I bit the palm of the guy who was closing my mouth. He retrieved his hand quickly when the pain stinged him.

Terrified by what I'd done, I started running again, but the huge guy followed me closely. I saw a pile of trash cans arranged one above the other on the sidewalk and got an idea. I sidekicked one of those trash cans and it wobbled and made the rest of the trash cans to fall down, spilling all the slimy contents on the guy who followed me closely.

The guy stopped on his track and cursed, "Yuck! You bitch!" shaking off the sticky slimy thing.

God knows what was that!

I ran away with my life in my hands, ignoring his curses. When I thought I reached a safe zone, I bent down placing my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath.

"Whoo! Thank God!" I said to myself.

My legs felt like jelly and I knelt down on the road. Suddenly, a hand gripped my shoulder.

Shoot!

My blood froze and my heart beat stopped. I swung my hand as I got up from the ground and punched the guy's nose.

"Argh!" He caught his nose and took a step back.

But only then I realised that the guy was not the molester. It was Benedict freaking Cumberbatch.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked without apologizing for my act.

"Mind answering me the same question?" He said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"God, you're violent!" He stomped his foot in pain.

"C'mon, let me see" I moved closer to him. "Take your hand away" I muttered.

Shit! His nose was bleeding. Is he bleeding because I punched him? God, I'm so strong!

"Oh my gosh! You're bleeding"

"Ha! And, finally you noticed that!" He retorted.

I bent down and tore a piece of my sleeping robe, scrunched it into a ball and wiped off his blood, slowly and carefully. My eyes accidentally fell onto his, and I forgot what I was doing because that bastard was piercing through my soul with his steel gaze.

"Stop, looking at me like that!"

"Sorry!" He whispered.

My eyes widened when I noticed those two guys again.

Shit!

"What's wrong?" Ben asked me.

"There's she! You filthy lil' bitch!" The beanie guy came running towards me.

Frightened, I stood behind Benedict, making him to cover me.

"Oh, so that's why you punched me?"