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A/N: This is my first fanfic! Hope y'all like it! PLZ don't judge me! And y'all are beautiful in every single way, my lovies! ENJOY!!!

SAMs POV:

"But wait!" He called after me as I raced down the steps of his front porch, almost slipping because of the rain.

"WHAT?! What could you possibly want from me, you jerk?! Haven't you had enough!?!"

I waited for him to reply, but he stayed silent, eyes on the wet, hard pavement.

Just as he was about to say something I cut him off, he had already lost his chance.

"NO, of COURSE you haven't had enough, because nothing could ever satisfy you enough, especially me." I spat at him.

Still, no answer came from him.

"And to even THINK that I was stupid enough to come back to you, after what you did to me! Jeez, Sam! STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!!!!!!" I yelled more to myself than to him.

"I'm sorry, Sam, PLEASE!!!" He finally replied, that coward.

"No, you're NOT!" I screamed at him, putting plenty of emphasis on the 'NOT'.

"You will never, ever be sorry, Ethan!" I screamed and turned to run, but he grabbed my wrist.

As I tried to pull away from him, I slipped on the wet pavement, crashing down hard, him coming down on top of me.

He scrambled to his feet, and started to pick me up, but I fought, because that's what I was taught.

Sadly, he won and threw me back onto his porch, and I crumpled into a little ball, hugging my knees to my chest, whimpering.

What was I thinking, that I could actually escape his grasp and run away? Please, my 5'2 has nothing on his 6'3.

He kicked me a couple times, and with a low growl, whispered, "You're mine now."

He dragged me into the house and forced me up the stairs and locked me in the bathroom, which was very, very small, considering it didn't have an actual bathtub.

Suddenly fear had its cold, bony fingers wrapped around my throat. I hated tight spaces. Absolutely hated them. I had a very, very bad case of claustrophobia, and I could feel myself getting dizzy.

I started hyperventilating, and suddenly the world went black.

I screamed as I bolted up in bed. I was covered in sweat.

I heard footsteps running up the stairs, and my door flung open, and a frantic looking mom rushed in and hurried to my bedside.

"Baby, are you hurt?!" She asked worriedly, looking deep into my eyes.

"I-It was....was...." I started, still trying to catch my breath.

"Was it the dreams again?" She asked me, seeing the scared expression on my face.

All I could do was sob into her shoulder.

"Oh, sweetie. It'll be okay, mommas here, I'm here." She whispered to me again and again, while rocking me back and forth.

A/N:

HOLA LOVIES!!! I HOPE YOU LIKED IT!!! I AM PUTTING THE SECOND CHAPTER UP IN MAYBE A FEW MINS SINCE THIS IS ONLY THE FIRST CHAPTER!!! YAY! IM EXCITED BC THIS IS MY VERY FIRST FANFIC!!! LOL, MY FIRST SERIOUS ONE!!! BUT PLZ COMMENT AND VOTE! PLZ PLZ PLZ!!!

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