"Wh-what?" Sam stuttered. "H-how can they d-do that? He's dangerous and he'll probably come after me again!"
"No. No he won't Sam" Phil said firmly. "I won't let him anywhere near you. Do you understand? He's not going to hurt you again." He sounded so confident and sure of himself that Sam felt comforted and couldn't help believing him. She felt safe and secure as she lay in his arms and slowly drifted of to sleep again with her head on his chest.
She woke up so warm and comfortable she didn't want to move. She could stay there forever, wrapped in Phils strong arms which were protecting her from the rest of the world...but something wasn't right...he didn't feel the same. The man holding Sam was smaller than Phil and his arms and chest weren't nearly as muscly as Phils. As realisation dawned on her, her eyes shot open and she slowly tilted her head back and looked up. His cold, grey eyes stared back, full of hatred.
"Hello sweetheart"
Sam screamed loudly and tried to push him away but he kept his arms around her and held her down while she hit, kicked and scratched anywhere she could make contact, desperately trying to free herself from his clutches.
"Sam! Sam its ok!"
"No get off me! Let me go!" she screamed, tears pouring down her cheeks. She wasn't struggling as much now. She was tiring hersef out.
"Calm down Sam! Its ok, its me, Phil. It was only a dream. I've got you now, your safe."
Completely worn out, Sam opened her eyes to find Phils brown ones staring into hers, full of concern.
"It was just a dream" Phil reassured her as she once again fell into his strong arms, shaking with a mixture of fear and relief.
After a while she pulled back to look at him and noticed blood on his face.
"Did I do that?" she asked quietly.
"Yeah, while you were attacking me" he laughed. "You've got pretty sharp nails"
"I'd better get some ice. Stop it swelling any more." Phil reluctantly let her get up telling her " Top drawer of the freezer"
Sam walked into the kitchen and looked around. It was big, very spacious and tidy which was unusual for Phil. She walked over to the fridge freezer which was in the corner and opened the door realising that, unfortunately for her, the freezer was on top.
She went back and stood in the doorway, looking at Phil with an amused look on her face.
"I thought you were going to get ice"
"I...erm...I can't reach the top drawer" she said, blushing.
Laughing, he got up and followed her to the kitchen where he pulled the ice out himself.
"Titch" he said smiling at her as she took the ice off him and wrapped it in a cloth.
"I am not a titch!" she protested. She hated people laughing at her height.
"You are, your tiny."
"I'm not small! I'm...vertically challenged" she said after a think.
Phil laughed out loud and smiling slightly, Sam placed the ice over the swollen lump on his face, gently wiping away a drop of blood from his cheek and looking up into his eyes. They stood, lost in each others eyes. Slowly, leaning forwards into each other. Their lips were mere centimetres apart from each others...getting closer...about to meet, when the phone rang making them both jump.
"erm...I'd better get that" Phil whispered as he let her go and walked away, leaving Sam to contemplate what just happened. Phil reappeared in the doorway after a minute.
"That was Jack again, he wants us to go to the station. He has a plan..."