The one that got away

One Way To Live

I woke up and rapidly blinked my eyes, trying to adjust my eyes to light, it was blinding me. I looked down and saw my bare and pale feet but underneath them I saw a pile of blood on the floor, but who's? Then I saw the scratches and the deep wounds on my arm and realized, oh wait, it's mine. One of them was even deep enough that it needed stitches, I knew that because it did. There were stitches on my arm so whoever took me also cared in some way. I looked around and then I saw Sam sitting next to me in a chair, on his phone. 

He said "Finally, you're awake, cutie!" I tried to run but then I realized that my hands were tied up and I was hanging by my wrists, even if my toes could touch the ground. I groaned and he said "Oh, yeah, nobody except that guy who pretended to like you for your trust knows you're here so don't expect to be saved!" I knew that this wasn't a good thing, being kidnapped but think about it at least I have somewhere to live.

 I said "Are you gonna abuse me or hurt me in any way?" his face expression changed immediately now he looked kind of concerned. He quickly said "Oh my god, no! Why would I? This isn't like an abusing reason or a selfish reason, I took you because well, one: you're not safe with Lucas he takes his anger out on his girlfriends and you don't deserve that and two: I knew you wouldn't believe me and come with me right away so I just..." I cut him off "Took me? Like without consent?" He nodded and said "Don't you remember?" and I said "Nope! You know my step-mother abuses me anyway so I would've believed and went with you, I believe everything people tell me, It's only one of my problems..." he just stared at me. 

He suddenly said "Ok, I'm gonna untie you, can I trust you not to run?" I chuckled and said "And go where? My step-mother hits me, Lucas and I are fighting and I don't trust my...friends...you kinda saved me!" He chuckled and let me down. I rubbed my wrists and asked for some ice. While he was upstairs grabbing the ice I was slowly walking around examining the room I was in, it was cold but beautiful. Red bed, like royalty, big tv, clean, fresh closet of clothes, mini fridge with all my favorite drinks and snacks, and the carpet was clean and white. 

The only problem was the blood on the floor. He came down and said "Here, uhm...you know I meant what I said at the library, you are cute and I've liked you for a couple years now..." I smiled and said "You know, I haven't had the best luck with guys lately, you know Lucas and Jackson..." Sam stared at me with a smug grin on his face..he was kinda cute when he was mesmerized. He said "Happy birthday and goodnight!" then went upstairs. This felt like pure luxury, it was so nice and clean and...oh my god! I stared at the blood on the hardwood floor, looked at my arm and saw blood gushing out from one of the cuts.

 I screamed "Sam, the blood!" he said "I'll clean up the mess later!" I screamed bloody murder and said "N-No! My arm is gushing out blood! I think I'm dying!" He ran downstairs with a towel and tightly wrapped it around my arm, I screamed and said "Mother-" he cut me off and said "Don't waste your breath!" he grabbed his sewing kit and said "This is gonna hurt like shit, ok?" I nodded and squeezed my hand into a fist, "Hurry up!" He slowly put the needle through one end of my skin then through the other. After what felt like a forever, endless, painful hell-like twenty minutes he finished it off. I said "Thank you and... goodnight!" And hugged him tightly. He said "Goodnight, beautiful!" I smiled and went to bed. Then around a week later I was laying down but I jumped at the loud banging at the door.