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Sam's POV

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"Miss Pucket, can you give us any information on the capture of the kidnappers?"

"Can we get closure that the men who are responsible are off of the street?"

"Will you be returning to Seattle anytime soon?"

I pulled my maroon and navy striped beanie over my ears to cover my headphones, and blasted music through my brain, trying to drown out the noise of the reporters. They crowded in around me and the four bodyguards that surrounded me in a box. They stepped in closer, trapping me and making me feel claustrophobic.

I felt tired. Vulnerable. Weak.

But I didn't want to go home. Not yet, at least. Not after everything I'd been through. The story couldn't end like this.

We reached the SUV in relative peace. Toby, the biggest of the guards, sat in the driver's seat with John to his left in the passenger seat. I sat in the middle row next to Laurie, and Nathaniel sat in the second row back.

Laurie took a hold of my hand and smiled warmly. Although she was tough to the bone, she was kind and beautiful. A strange mix in a person.

"Everything's going to be fine now." She promised. "You'll go home and everything will go back to normal."

As if my life would ever go back to the way it was.

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Six months earlier…

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I coughed, loudly and obnoxiously, pulling uselessly on the restraints that tied my hands behind my back. I was in the back of something moving, a blindfold around my eyes, noise proof headphones, and something tying my hands and feet together and to some other parts of the vehicle so I was stretched out on the floor. Not ideal. Not at all.

I'd been knocked out cold on the sidewalk. I'd been crying and soaked, which had made me look too childish. I guessed that's why they'd taken me.

"Hello?" I said loudly. Or, at least, I guessed I was saying it loudly. Seeing as I couldn't hear myself. My head pounded at the vibration in my voice, making me wince. And for what? Nothing. I got no reply.

It was hours later that they finally pulled off the bandana and headphones. The bright light stung terribly. I looked around, taking everything in.

I was on the floor in between aisles in a twelve passenger van. There was a college age guy laying on the chair above me, and that was all I could see. I heard voices, though. They came from the front. I assumed we were in the back row of the van.

"We're at McDonalds. What'd you want to eat?"

Wow. Really?

My first impression of the kidnappers was weak. The voice came from the front. It had a British accent, was relatively young sounding, and had a tone of laughing.

"What?" I asked, dumbfounded. I tried sitting up, but my wrists were tied to the chair leg, and my feet to the door.

"Do you want fries, or something?"

This voice was American, and it came from the guy sitting in the chair above me. I looked at him, taking in his appearance. His hair was cut and styled short, but spiked up in the front. It's funny how kidnappers actually do their hair, right? His eyes were dark brown, and his skin a dark tan. I guessed he was Pakistan, or Egyptian with the American Ethnicity mixed in.

His clothes were pretty rugged, though. I'd later see that all of their clothes were. He wore a grey tank top under a torn blue, grey, and white plaid shirt. Grey skinny jeans, and old brown combat boots. But God… He looked amazing in them.

"I'm not hungry." I said quietly, closing my eyes. My head hurt so fricking bad…

The van slowed to a stop in the back of an empty parking lot. I was blindfolded and the noise silencers were put back on as they untied my hands and feet and lifted me onto the seat. Then, my hands were promptly tied to the chair with some elaborate rope tie. It left me with my hands at my sides, and my feet tied to the bottom of the chair. They took off the sensory deprivations, allowing me to see all of their faces.

Two had left the van and were walking away, so I could only glimpse at the back of their bodies as they moved along the blacktop. One was a blonde guy in dark blue jeans, a faded purple jacket, black converse, and a grey beanie. From the back (not to sounded perverted), he looked muscular, young, and tall. The other seemed like an older, fat man. He was balding, wore a dirty red sweatshirt, and baggy blue jeans with socks and sandals.

There were four rows of seats in the van. Aside from the guy next to me, there were two others in the car. One sat in the back, and the other two rows ahead of me. The one in the back was an African American with a buzz cut, earring, and attitude. Not to mention his 27 tattoos. He had a black tank top and basketball shorts, which was stupid since it was winter. I guessed he was in his late 20s, maybe early thirties. The guy in front looked about the same age with dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a black jacket. Of all the guys, this one looked most put together. His jacket was the brand, North Face, and his hair was curly and flipped to the side. Kind of like a Harry Styles/ James Marsden look. Not that it mattered.

"Hey."

Hey? When do Egyptian/American/Pakistan kidnappers just say, "Hey?"

"What do you want with me?" I asked, my voice coming across scratchy and foreign. Strange as it was, my eyes filled with tears. I asked myself what was wrong with me. I was never like this.

"Don't cry…" The guy in front said. "You don't have to worry-"

I scoffed.

"We're not rapists, or traffickers, or anything. You look like… Like someone important.

I blinked twice before declaring, "No."

"That's not how it works." I explained. "You're supposed to explain everything now."

"Well, we have two guys up at McDonalds and the gas station, and they need to be here."

I rolled my eyes, and stared out the window until I noticed the boy next to me staring at me.

"Do you need something?" I asked, annoyed. He shook his head and looked away, only to resume his gaze a few minutes later. The guy in front flicked the radio on to old rock, and highway to hell came on. Coincidence? I thought not.

After fifteen minutes or so of terrifying waiting, the two guys came back carrying four bags of McDonalds food, a thing of large sodas, and a box of chocolate donuts.

The short, fat man was Mexican with a thick mustache and goutee. He had sparkling, unscary brown eyes, a balding head, and his shirt said, "Keep calm and eat," on the front. From his potbelly, I assumed he did a lot of eating.

The other guy? Well…

My heart stopped beating for a moment.

He was that life changing, just at a glance.

Hey, sorry for taking so long in putting this up! I started a diet, and have spent a lot more time with my family, and things in my life are getting pretty hectic.

On Tuesday, I'm starting practice for the musical, on Wednesday I'm starting a bible study, on Thursday I start piano and vocal lessons, Friday I have an old bible study and a basketball game, Saturday I should be rehearsing the national anthem with my friend, and Sunday I have church, and I'll be having sister bonding time, or shopping, or something. And next Tuesday, I start volunteering at the pre-school regularly, so that should be stress relieving. (Not.) And my job? Oh yeah, I'm getting a job next month. I'll try and update weekly, or as fast as reviews get in =) (Hint, hint!)

What'd you think? I'm really excited for this story! I'll be combining three story plots I've been wanting to do for a while into one story, so I'm SO ready to start writing more. Warning though, Sam may be a bit out of character, because to be perfectly honest, I don't like the character of Sam on the show. I mean, I like the idea of a tough girl who loves ribs, but the biggest thing is, I really don't like how Jeanette McCurdy portrays her. Sorry people!

I can't wait to hear what you all have to say! Please R&R!

~icywhisperingkiss

Question of the day- Does anybody know if JB is on drugs? I'm just curious…

Confession- Yes, I'm a one direction fan, and the guy that was sitting next to her is based loosely off of Zayn Malik. Whatever.