Saved by the Billionaire

Chapter one

Samantha 's POV

"Get back here you sl*t. I paid good money for you" the man grabs me by my hair. I struggle and struggle but it's no use.

"Please let me go please please I beg of you- ah" a sharp pain comes in contact with my cheek. Tears are streaming down my salty cheeks.

He rips my blouse open. He sucks on my collarbone so hard making me groan in pain and disgust. He starts to remove his belt and-

I wake up from another nightmare. Ever since that dreadful day 6 years ago it's been really hard to get some sleep. I glance at my alarm clock and it's still 4:50 in the morning I only have 10 minutes before my morning jog before work. Getting I brush my teeth, wash my face and tie my long brown hair in a high pony. I pull on my jogging clothes. And wear my worn out shoes.

I lock my door because the neighbourhood I live in is very high in crime. It's a very rural area but that's all I can afford since I only work as a waitress at Mug 'N' Bean.

"Good morning darling" my neighbour Maria greets me. Her smile is very contagious.

"Morning." I answer smiling walking towards her.

"Morning jog I see"

"Yes" I chuckle.

"So today I'm going out and I'll be very late would you mind watching Elsa for me?" She asks.

"Sure no problem. I love little Elsa" I say smiling remembering a tiny four year old girl with golden locks in piggy tails.

"Oh thank you so much I don't know how I'll ever repay you Samantha you're a good person" she pulls me in a big bear hug.

"It's no problem. You don't have to thank me. Elsa is like a sister I have always wanted." I hug her with tears in my eyes. Before my parents died in an awful accident my mother was 5 months pregnant. Couldn't wait to see my baby sister but God had other plans.

"Ok enough now I wouldn't want to to be late for your run." She pushes me away I smile shaking my head and start running.

I run to the nearest park. The cold air hitting my face as I run. I usually run across the park but something just made me run around the park. While running my face hits a hard wall pushing me back.

"Owe" I rubs forehead. I look up I notice a large man in sweats and a hoodie. The hood shielding his face. He looks really masculine. Muscles bulging out of his hoodie.

"Watch it" woah the man has a deep voice. Just like that he jogs away without even apologizing. New Yorkers! Frowning I shake my head continuing with my jog.

I run and run and run. It seems I'm used to running. Running away from pain,fear,problems and running away from this cruel, harsh world. I just want to crawl into a hole and cry. Sleep. Die! My life is a mess. All because of two people whom I hate more than my life. Why me? Thinking about my life makes me drop to my knees and cry my heart out. Is this how it's gonna be? I'll just sit there and cry? Why can't I be strong like those women in tv? Why do I have to be so emotional? If I could go back in time I would. Live those happy memories again with my parents. I continue crying until I see two tiny pair of feet coming at me. Looking up I see I small brown haired girl just like mine smiling at me. She hands me a handkerchief.

"My mommy says pretty girls are not supposed to cry. You know why?" She asks softly and I shake my head.

"Because their pretty faces turn into ugly ones. Like shreks" she giggles making my smile.

"Why you crying pretty lady?" She strokes my hair.

"Because you don't get to choose your own life. Nature does it for you" I whisper my bottom lip trembling.

"Then why cry? Why not get up dust yourself and be brave and face it like a big girl?" She puts her tiny hands on her tiny waist.

"Maybe I'm not a big girl nor I'm I brave" I say looking at my fingers.

"Have you tried?" She asks. I shake my head.

"No"

"Then how will you know if you are are a big girl and brave if you never try" she smiles sweetly. I'm about to reply but someone cuts me.

"Pumpkin. Come on let's go" I guy I assume is her father judging by the same features.

"Coming" she says.

"Be brave. Always" she says before skipping away holding her fathers hand. Wow. That girl must be 6 but she sure can make a person feel better. Wiping my tears with the handkerchief i get up  dusting my knees and fixing my pony.

Jogging back to my apartment her angelic voice lingers inside me. Playing back and forth.
"How will you know you are a big girl or brave if you never try?"

I reach for my back pocket. Pulling out my key I unlock the door getting in my tiny apartment. I run to the shower only having 30 minutes before work which starts at 8:00. Drying my hair I put on my uniform, ty my hair in a bun, take my back and throw my keys inside after locking the door I walk in the busy streets. "How will you know you are a big girl or brave if you never try?"

Hailing a cab I get.

"Where to madam?" The old man asks.

"Mug 'N' Bean" I say.

Paying for my ride I let him keep the change.