Loving Him *complete*

Chapter 13

A/N Hey guys, sorry for the late update, but I had writers block. But everything's fine now, so I hope you like this chapter! And I'd like to thank you for getting me to over 460 reads! I love you guys so much!

Enjoy the chapter!

Songs for this chapter:

• Irresistible- One Direction

• Say Something- A Great Big World feat. Christina Aguilera

~Liam's p.o.v.

Nina, Cat and Mrs. Devry, I mean Rebecca, had went to the waiting room to go talk about what's been happening with Sam and how she's been holding up. I told them I would go in and try to see if Sam was alright, and that we needed to catch up. I tried to open the door, but it wouldn't open. I moved the doorknob frantically trying to open the door to go in. I began to worry even more, I didn't know who had locked it. It couldn't have been Sam, patients aren't usually allowed to lock their room doors.

But the thing that I wasn't worried about was who had locked it, but about what was happening in there that caused them to lock it. Nina had said that some guy named Steve was in there. Who was he? What was he doing in there? Was he and Sam-

That was when I heard a high pitched scream coming from inside the room.

My body grew cold, my heart dropped down to my feet and I thought my face turned as white as the hospital walls. Sam was in trouble and I wasn't able to go in.

I pulled on the door knob even harder then I've been, but it wasn't of any use. The feeling of adrenaline I had before was coming back and I could feel it. That same memory of that night came back to play. The thing I felt in the pit of my stomach when I tried to save Sam. This time, I'm going to save her. So I did the only thing that I thought of.

I broke down the door.

The sound of splintering wood was echoed throughout the empty halls and I was soon inside of the room. But when I came in I didn't think I'd ever see what I saw.

Sam was restrained to the white bed with the cords from the machines she was supposed to be plugged to. Her eyes were covered up by a black rag, and her mouth was stuffed with one too, probably after she screamed out.

The thing that made me cringe was that she was only in her panties and bra. Her clothes were discarded and layed out on the floor. A man was next to her, his pants and shirt off, them also on the floor.

He had beady brown eyes and a round face. I looked at him with pure hatred and disgust, the next thing you know, I'm on top of him and throwing as much punches to his face. He struggled to get me off, but he was then the one on top of me. He hit me hard on the jaw, then to my nose. I felt blood trickling down, but I didn't care, all I cared about at this moment was that I needed to kill this son of a bitch.

I hit him in the jaw repeatedly and blood started to come out of his mouth and onto my shirt. He hit my nose again and I thought I felt it crack. He was a good fighter, but all the times I've spent in the gym with the boys, i was prepared to fight until i grew tired. So i hit his side and kept hitting his face as much times as i could. He groaned as i hit his side once again and pushed him off of me.

I stood up and he followed suit. He stood up, and wiped the blood that was coming down his chin and looked at me smiling wickedly. His mouth was blood filled and he just smiled even bigger as he stared at me. " Oh, look who came to save the day." He taunted.