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Chapter 7

The bubble bath was amazingly relaxing. I had put a range of bath salts in the water before I went in, the salts had made the bath so much more comforting.

It was about 2:30 before I dragged myself out of the bath. Once I got out I pulled my hair into the same old side bun that I had always kept it. My hair reached my waist and was extremely curly, it was an annoying thing to cater for so I always kept it in a simple messy bun. After I was sure that my hair was done and secure I pulled on a comfortable knitted jumper and a pair of jeggings that were so comfortable it was a crime.

Once I was ready I collapsed on the bed, similar to the way I had before, but this time Liana didn't walk in to disturb my comfort, my mum did.

"Come on Samara" my mum said "we are going now" I groaned in response.

I pulled on a pair of combat boots and ran down the stairs after her. "By the way I'm getting my dress, looking for a job then I'm getting a taxi home"

"That's fine, it means Blake and I can have mummy and Blake day" she said with a grin "Oh and you are 17 soon Samara please look into getting your drivers licence" she added "You cannot rely on me, your dad and your brothers to give you a lift all the time"

"Yeah but I want to get my licence for a motorbike first"

Her eyes shot open, my mum hated motorbikes "Do you know how dangerous motorbikes are Samara?"

"But ma, cars are also dangerous and motorbikes are so much faster. It's just about how much you trust me on the road" I said with a smile, my brothers had the exact same conversation with her before but none of them cracked her. Then again , none of them were me.

"A car is a safer way Samara, please at least consider it" She exclaimed "I have seen so many motorbike accidents and plus a car can has so many benefits that motorbikes don't have"

"Who said I cant drive both ma?" My smile widened as she seemed to consider this

"As long as you get your licence for both, then I guess it's alright then." She nodded to herself in approval

I gave her a hug and screamed "thank you mummy! I love you so much!" After that I ran towards the car with a grin on my face. I pulled myself into the back seat and waited for my mum and Blake to join me.

"What are you so happy about?" Blake asked as he slipped into the drivers seat.

"Guess who is allowed to learn to drive a motorbike when she turns 17" I said with a smug grin

"What did you do to persuade mum?" His eyes were wide in shock

"Just my usual persuasiveness" I said with a shrug, as if it was a simple accomplishment.

"I swear sometimes I think your power is compulsion and not sound" he said shaking his head

" I think you know that I would be using it all the time and would be getting a lot more if that was true"

He threw his head back and laughed. Blake was usually the more serious one in the house but that didn't mean he didn't know how to have a laugh. Everyone in my family was capable of that.

My mum slipped into the passenger seat next to my brother and grinned "Ready to go?"

"As ready as I'll ever be" he started the engine and drove off in the direction of the mall.


The mall was huge, my definition of a place wanting people to get lost. I was that kid in the mall who always had the mall security calling her or her parents, I had a habit of wondering off and forgetting how to get back to where I was before.

We walked into roughly ten different shops until my mum decided that the dress I was wearing was 'the one'. I was wearing a cream lace bodycon, that was surprisingly way more comfortable than it looked. It had simple straps that cut my shoulders in just the right position and a soft v-neck, but not so deep that my cleavage was hanging out. It was a midi dress that stopped an inch above the knee and then continued again with see-through lace until an inch below the knee. When I walked out of the dressing room in the dress my mum let out a squeal.

"Darling you look wonderful!" Her smile spread from ear to ear "Now for shoes!"

"Shoes?" I said, my voice cracking in shock "I never signed up to shop for shoes"

"You need heels Samara! What were you thinking you were going to wear with the dress" She said with a raised eyebrow

"Trainers..." I avoided meeting her eyes.

"Ha your crazy! No way would you be going to the exhibition in trainers!"

"But they are so much more comfortable. I will break my neck if I wear heels" I pleaded

"But they make you taller" She smirked. She knew me. Being tall was such an appealing idea that I was actually considering wearing heels.

"Fine" I threw up my arms and walked back into the dressing room "If only I got the tall genes like the boys I would not need to wear something so uncomfortable" I muttered under my breath.

I took off the dress and put on the clothes that I had been wearing before. Once out of the dressing room we went straight to the checkout, the line wasn't as long as I was expecting it to be. For a shop like Topshop I thought that the line would be much longer than five people. Even though the line was short it took forever for us to get to the till, only one person on the checkouts. I gave a sigh of relief as we finally got to the till. The girl their was beautiful, tall and had long flowing brown hair. I darted my eyes away from her and looked at the exit. Blake was leaning up against the exit and looked impatient, shopping was something neither of us found enjoyable.

"Is that your boyfriend?" The girl said, I immediately wanted to gag. Blake my boyfriend? The thought made my stomach jump into my throat.

"No!" I said immediately "He is my brother"

"Oh!" She said clearly embarrassed "sorry I know if someone said that to me about my brother I would want to be sick"

So she understood. I gave a soft smile telling her that it was fine. I had only spoken out of instinct, no way would I be able to speak properly again.

We walked out of Topshop and my mum seem to have a spring in her step "lets go to TK Maxx" she singed

"But I thought you got her a dress already" Blake said, clearly bored of the shopping.

"She wants to get me heels" I rolled my eyes at the thought


After we got the heels I decided to split from my mum and Blake. I needed a job, I wanted a job that I didn't need to speak to people. The only place I could think of was the library so I attempted to follow the malls map to find the library. It took me thirty minutes even though it should of only took me five. I walked into the library and smiled at the pale white haired woman. She seemed scary, but I needed a job. I swallowed and walked over to woman.

"Hello" I whispered sweetly

She looked up slightly surprised, obviously she didn't notice me or wasn't expecting me to speak to her.

"How can I help you?" She replied sourly

I looked down at my hands, I hated being so shy. "I…um… want to….apply for …a ….um…job" my words came out in a stutter

She was obviously she shocked " I have never got a person your age applying for a job. How old are you my dear" she seemed to become nicer to me once I said I wanted a job.

"16 turning 17" I answered

"You look so young!" She exclaimed "why do you want to work in the library"

"I …love ….books" it was true. I was the kind of person who got lost in all the different possibilities that books offered "I am… also a…really…shy person…and I thought…the... library… was… the… perfect…. place" my stutter got worse as I spoke. I so wasn't use to the situation.

She smiled at my stuttering, I think she was trying to stop herself from laughing at me. "When can you start?"

"Really?!"I was genuinely shocked at her question. I didn't think that I would get the job that easily.

"Yeah we are seriously understaffed" she laughed "and by the way don't tell anyone that I'm nice, I'm meant to be the mean librarian but you caught me off guard"

I smile down at my feet "I can start as soon as possible but I've got college some days so…."

"When do you have college?" She questioned

"I am… not entirely …sure,…I just … moved …here you see"

"Well come back when you find out, then we can work out your shifts. Is that alright deary?" I could hear her Scottish accent come through slightly.

"Yeah that's alright" I smiled, I began to walk out the library then turned around "thank you"

"You're welcome deary" her smile was slight but I could see that she meant it.I walked out of the library and called a taxi.


As I was waiting for the taxi I felt someones eyes on me. I quickly turned around to see a tall boy with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes.

No he isn't looking at me. Stop exaggerating Samara! I kept on telling myself that, I began to believe it until he started to walk to me. No maybe he's going to someone else. I don't know why I was scared of him. There was something about him that unsettled me. The atmosphere he gave off was an icy chill.

"Hi" his voice was deep, husky and slightly sexy

I looked up at him I muttered a hello in reply.

"I know you!" He said confidently

"I don't… think …you do." It was almost a whisper but I was sure he heard it.

"I recognise you though" why did the guy try so much

"But I just moved here." I said factually

A creepy smile spread across his face. "No I know you through these" his voice was icy and devilish.

He held up a pictures of me in various different houses. My heart dropped and my stomach twisted.

"Wh-" the word got stuck in my throat. Why did he have those? How did he have them?

"That's right I remember now" he said and tapped his chin. "Your name is Samara" His devilish smile spread across his face. The way he said my name sent a chill through me, it was like a icy blade that stabbed at me from the inside and broke me apart. He looked at my terrified expression and began to cackle. His laugh was literally a cackle, he sounded like one of those witches that you saw in movies.

I started to move slowly away from him and spun around to see my taxi, I sprinted towards it. I needed to get home. I pulled open the taxi door and sat in the back seat.

"Hey you alright?" He seemed genuinely worried

"Can...you...take me...home...please?" I asked, tears stinging at my eyes.

"What's the address?" He asked

I somehow managed to sputter out my address and he sped away. The taxi driver didn't ask any questions, not even when I let the odd whimper escape my mouth. I guess he could tell that he wouldn't get a reply even if he tried.

Who was that? Why did he have those pictures of me? How did he get them in the first place? What did he want with me? Questions flooded through my head. I was in full on panic mode