Sam's POV
"Sam...Sam...Sweetheart heart, baby please come back to me...."
I slowly open my heavy eyes.
"Harry?" I mumble. Harry squeezes my hand.
"Hey...are you ok?" He asks. I try to move but my whole bodies sore.
"W..w...what happened?" I ask. I look down and i'm in a huge shirt. Harry's shirt.
"That asshole Peter tried to throw you off the chasam...When I got to you your shirt was torn open and there were and still are bruises everywhere...and I don't think they're all from Peter. " Harry says rubbing the top of my hand with his thumb.
"I'm guessing he gave me the black eye though huh?" I ask lightly touching my sore eye.
"Yeah, makes you look dangerous" He says smiling. I give a small smile back as he dabs a wash cloth on my cheek.
"Cut my cheek?" I ask. He nods.
"Where did the other bruises come from?" Harry asks moving the washcloth to my eye.
"It's not important"
"Yes it is, Sam it can't be from training. Are you fighting people on the side? Is someone beating you up? Baby please, tell me" He begs.
"Harry it's nothing for you to worry about" I mumble. He tosses the rag aside.
"Damnit Sam why can't you just tell me?!" He snaps.
"Because, i'm not weak I don't need your protection!" I snap back.
"Why can't I? Everyone needs protection from somthing..." He mumbles.
"I don't need protection" I say. Harry says.
"One day you will, and i'll be here..." He whispers and kisses my forehead.
"I'm gonna kill Peter for this" I grumble.
"No, you need to be weak, tomorrow act weak" Harry says taking off his shirt.
"Why? I don't wanna be weak, even if I am"
"Because if you don't it will just be bad. Just all your adorable stuborness aside you need to be weak" Harry says taking off his skinny jeans.
"Fine..." I say stiffeling a yawn. Harry chuckles and climbs into bed with me.
"Try to sleep..." He whispers. I nod and turn on my side as he gently wraps his arms around my waist and holds me close.
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"You know you can't escape me scarlet" Marcus says holding a metal rod in his hand.
"Father please...I'm your daughter..." I beg through tears.
"You are no daughter of mine!" He shouts as he brings down the rod. I cry as he hits my back. Then the face changes...
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"Sam....Wake up"
My eyes snap open and I see Harry crouching over me with a concerned look on his face.
"I'm sorry..." I whisper.
"Its alright, come on off to breakfast" He says standing up and helping me up also. He helps my get dressed. In the black skinny jeans and his jumper (Sweatshirt). He stares at me and smiles as he helps me out of my shirt and into his jumper.
"Remember your weak, so limp" Harry whispers.
"I don't have to fake that" I whisper back as I walk with my REAL limp.
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Divergent Direction
FanfictionScarlet Eaton, is Tobias Eaton other wise known as Four's younger sister. Scarelt had relised somthing...she's Divergent, along with her brother, she soon finds out Tris is Divergent as well, along with the strange instructor that Four works with in...
