If I have to

Oh, mamma

"Drink this." I did not hear him walking in the room. He hands me a cup, the smell made my stomach turn, I want to throw up instantly. I do not know what that liquid is and there's no way in hell I am going to put this in my body.

I scrunch up my nose and looks at him like he's crazy. I push the cup away from my face and turn on the other side of the bed.

"C'mon Samria, why are you being so difficult? I promise this will help." He tries to convince. I turn around and stare at him. He's got to be kidding me! 

I did not grow up with Gabriel, I moved to Boston with my mom when I was eleven years old, I had lived in California with my parents until my dad got up and left. I guess he was tired of my mom, I truly do not know why he left, I always wondered, but never bothered to ask my mom, because she was always so intense, she would get angry about anything, I was scared that if I asked she would bring her wrath on me.

I met Gabriel in 6th grade. I was not the kid that was bullied in high school, I was just myself, anybody that tries to bring me down or hated me, they would go through hell with me, but if you wanted to be my friend then I will be your friend. I've always had one friend, Bella. We grew up together, she moved to Boston with her dad in 7th grade, I tried to convince her dad to move there when I moved but as an eleven year old girl wanting her only best friend by her side, no adult would listen. But Bella's mom, Mrs. Hotchner had passed away, so he decided to leave.

I was the happiest girl ever, I had my best friend by my side plus I had a crush on Gabriel, but I also hated him because he was so full of himself and so smart, we were always  competing for first place in class. I never told him nor anybody else, I kept it to myself. Bella came and she instantly fell for him, they dated from seventh grade up til eleventh grade. He started treating her like trash, I didn't know what to do at this point because I still had a crush on him, he was dating my best friend, but friendship comes before relationship. I had to choose and I chose her.

Gabriel started attacking me, flirting with me, making me feel special but I got tired of it because he's a jerk. He went from sleeping with my best friend and sleeping around with other girls to wanting to sleep with me as well. I was disgusted and still am. He's just not the relationship type of guy but my heart is telling me differently. He's not a good person, he's dealt with drugs, boxing, fighting on the streets. I could never trust that he would change, that he could be a better person, that he would fall in love with me. It was impossible. It is impossible.

"I'm not being difficult. That smell is disgusting and stop acting like you care." I say.

"You're right I don't care. Yet, I'm not going to have you looking dead in here." He says while smiling. He comes closer to my bed then turn my head to his side, I struggle to get out of his grip, he moves his hand up to my neck, then he pulls my body up. I open my mouth to tell him to stop but he takes the advantage to pour down the liquid down my throat. I almost choked.

I slap his arm really hard and get up to leave the room but he holds me by my elbow and push me right unto his chest.

"Don't you ever do that again. Ever." He says through gritted teeth.

"I will keep doing it as long as you're in my presence, as long as you keep getting under my skin."

"Watch out for your words, Sammy. They will come back and bite you in the ass."

I laugh not knowing where I got the courage to do so. I reply saying "Well, guess what? I got enough ass for that." Then I turn my back on him, proud of what I just said but also scared to death. I know he's right, my mouth will be the death of me.

Being in the situation that I am in, no one would feel at ease just wandering in a big house like that in the middle of nowhere, far away from Boston and far away from mamma's house yet I am here exploring this gigantic house not asking Gabriel any question about where he got that from, how he knew where I was, and where are we. I learned my lesson when I got kidnapped by the lunatic, and Gabe was a lunatic himself. For all I know they could be working together. I mean he has all the money in the world, he could afford it. But why me? That is my question. What did I do? Just because I slapped him a couple of times does not mean he would do that, and pretend he's here to save me, a damsel in distress.

There's something going on with him, something fishy and I need to find out but intelligently. I need to get on his good side, I need to gain his trust no matter what, be patient and play with his mind.

I take a deep breath and exhale. I am lost. Literally. This house just keeps going, it does not stop and it is all white. I take a step back and kept walking back to the room I was. I open the door and Gabe is here standing, where I left him but with a bloody hand. I run over to him immediately.

"What happened? What did you do?" I scream, and took his hand in mine. Looks like he smashed a glass with his hand. I sprint to the bathroom and look in the drawers for any first aid kit, there's literally nothing in this house except for alcohol, it will burn him like hell. I take a deep breath and go back to the room to take care of his bleeding hand but he's not here.

"Gabriel!" I call him out but nothing. I leave the room the alcohol in hand, I started panicking, wondering where he possibly would have gone to.

"I'm in here." He finally answers. I frown just hoping to know where the voice would have came from, I call him again, then he pokes his head out of the room on the left side of the hall. "I'm fine" he says.

"No you're not. You have to let me take care of that hand or it will get infected. I am serious." I am not one to give up. He will sit down and let me take care of it.

"Whatever. Come in then." I walk into the room and I was baffled at how big the room is, yet empty. I decide not to make any comments, I am still trying to get out of here alive.

"Sit on the bed." He hesitates before sitting down on the bed. I guess he's not used to not being in charge. I smile at that thought.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"It's like you're reading my mind. You are totally right, Gabby."

"Oh gosh, don't call me that." I laugh at his face, he forces a smile and looks at me. I take his hand in mine, his cuts are deep, I don't know how he can smile through such pain. I forgot to get paper or at least some sort of clothing to put the alcohol on to put it on the cuts. I rip part of my white shirt that I instantly figured was his. Gosh, I am getting used to being seen naked by men now. I don't know what it is with them. I damp the ripped shirt in the bottle a little bit and carefully put it on his knuckles expecting him to wince in pain, no movement from him, so I kept pressing, until I got it all clean.

"Do you have bandage at least? Because you can't let it out like that." I ask him. I am far from being a nurse, hell don't even know what I am doing, but I know the alcohol is going to help, but if the hand is not protected, it is not going to heal. I lift up my head to look at him and he is looking right back at me. He was looking at me the whole time. This guy gives me the creep.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Man, you should be thanking me, I just saved your hand fr....." He cut me off by placing his lips on mine, kissing me hungrily. I really am getting used to getting kissed as well, with him being my first kiss, he is truly taking advantage of that.