"How did you get here?"
I ask Sam as he tightly holds me in his arms, it feels so natural.
"My friends and I came back from my boat and I was walking over to my car and heard someone screaming."
I am thankful he did, this is the second time he has saved me. I don't even know what to say, nothing I do can thank him for this. Instead Sam talks,
"I called the police. Where is your friend?"
I come back to reality, Abby. I frantically reach around my body, looking for my phone. Sam watches me in confusion. I reach into my sun dresses convenient pockets and pull out my tiny lilac phone. I text Abby.
Rose: "Are you okay?!"
She answers immediately,
Abby: "I am fine. I completely forgot I had my phone on me, I just got home and was about to call the police, are you okay?"
I let out a sigh of relief.
Rose: "I am fine, stay home and the police are already on their way."
I stretch out my arm to take a picture of myself so she knows I am fine. Then I turn off my phone and put it back. Suddenly, Sams hands cradling me fragilely become much more present. His warm body pressed against my own. I feel my face burning up and my heart begin to race. I look up at Sam, he smirks and holds back a chuckle. Without missing a beat he teases,
"Tomato."
Which only makes my face heat up more.
"Put me down!"
Part of me doesn't want him to, but I think my heart will jump out of me if he doesn't.
"Oh come on, I'm just teasing. You're still calming down, I'll drive you home, the police will deal with these men."
I look down and nod. Sam walks me over to his car, I am not an expert in cars, but I can tell this one is pricey. It looks like it's new, my eyes go wide.
"Wow, this car looks... Shiny."
Shiny?! That's all I could come up with? I'm so brain dead. Sam chuckles. He carefully puts me in the passenger seat and reachers for the seat buckle. I quickly grab it from him,
"I can strap myself in."
Sam looks at me for a second then let's out a deep laugh, he shuts the door and walks around to the front seat. It feels like I am staining his car just by being near it, everything is so annoyingly perfect. Even Sam looks like he is precisely put together without an error, his clothes an expensive brand. I think I got this dress from Goodwill... Sam turns the key to start his car and glances over to me,
"What's your address?"
I become nervous, I don't want him to see my house. It's an old shack, messy and nearly falling apart. I never let anyone come over except for Abby, it's embarrassing. Especially when I know Sam probably lives in a mansion. But what choice do I have? I blurt out without thinking,
"It's not too far, I'll just walk home!"
Sam stars at me, his face filled with authority. He takes out his phone, of course making mine look like it's from the dollar store or something. He then puts it down again in a few seconds and starts to pull out of the parking lot. I become confused,
"What are you doing Sam?"
He stares ahead calmly and speaks with a leveled voice,
"I'm bringing you home. You're really stupid to think I'd let you walk home in the dark."
I gulp, he's right. Dramatically I squeak back,
"Shut up! How do you even know where I live?!"
Sam does his knowing smirk, sending shivers down my spine.
"Did you forget I'm a hacker? You can't keep anything from me Miss Oakford."
I feel panicked, I don't want him to see where I live. Sam looks down at me, concern on his face.
"What's wrong Rose?"
I try to put a smile on my face, he's being so kind. I don't want to make him worry. I'll just suck up my pride.
"Oh, nothing... Thank you by the way."
Sam looks ahead, making a sharp turn.
"It's really not a big deal, I did what any decent person would have done."
He pulls into my drive way, I look up to him, trying to read his face. Unlike me, he seems to hide his emotions well. He looks at my house and starts to unstrap his seat belt. I put my hand on his to stop it. With a smile I say,
"I can walk to my door on my own. Thank you Sam."

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