We had arrived at the dinning room, and Sasha was already sitting down waiting for us. The lunch looked like fish, and Sam just stared at it in disgust. I didn't care much for fish either, and I wasn't hungry either. We sat down anyway though, and Sam refused to even look at it.

"What's your problem Sam?" Sasha asked her.

"I hate meat."

"Oh… Sorry, I will cook something else for dinner for you. Or, hold on, I will go get you some fruit. Sasha took a long time to get back with just an apple, but Sam didn't take any notice of it, and she just took one bite out of it, and set it down. I wasn't eating either, and Sasha didn't understand.

"What, do you not like meat too?"

"I'm just not hungry."

"Eat something! Are you at least thirsty?"
"No."

"OK, suit yourself," she shrugged, and she started to eat. Sam never ate anymore either. Vlad came back in about ten minutes later, and saw our plate still full.

"I told you to eat. If you don't eat, then starve, I really don't care."

I didn't care either. I wasn't going to starve, or at least I didn't feel like I was going to, even though I hadn't eaten anything in a couple of days, but I was just fine.

"All right then, let's get you three back to your room." He said, and I got up slowly. When we were in the hallway, Vlad stuck his foot out and tripped me on purpose. I fell and my face smacked into the floor. That hurt so bad, and I felt a tear go down my cheek from the pain. Sam ran over to me, and she glared at Vlad. She grabbed ahold of my hand, and helped me back up again. Now my stomach hurt even worse from hitting it against the floor, and my back was killing me.

Sam was afraid to touch me at all since she had a high chance of hurting me, so there was really no way she could help me get back. Once we had gotten back into the room, and laid down on the bed immediately so that I could take a break. Sam sat down next to me, and she noticed something wrong.

"Danny, look," she said, pointing at my ribs. You could see them really easily, since my shirt was laying flat against me.

"Maybe Vlad was right, you do need to eat," she said.

I sat up, and leaned against the headrest of the bed, and ran my hand down my rib cages. Without even pushing down the slightest bit, you could have counted my rib cages.

"Feel it," I told her.

She hesitated at first, but then she slowly ran her fingers across my ribs cages, and she just looked up at me afterwards.

"Danny, that isn't a good thing you know."

"Yeah, I know."

"Can you turn around for a second?" Sam asked me. I nodded, and slowly turned around, and she felt my back too.

"Danny, this is really bad. You are really thin," she said, and she lifted up my shirt to see my back.

"Didn't you look at your back earlier?" She asked me.

"Yeah."

"Then why didn't you notice your backbone, which is as clear as day?"

"I was to worried about the bruises, and I never noticed."

"At dinner, you had better eat."

"I will, I promise," I said, and Sam dropped my shirt down, and I turned back around to face her again.

"Yeah, you better. I don't want you to starve, I wouldn't know what to do."

"You wouldn't have time to think about what to do without me, because Vlad would kill you anyway. If my life is over, so is yours."

"You have a point. Which is yet another reason for you to not starve."

"I'm not going to starve, I don't feel like I am starving."

"That doesn't mean anything. Anorexic people don't feel like they are starving either."

"I'm not anorexic!"

"Hey, what is your favorite food?" I heard Sasha ask, and Sam and I both looked at her.

"Who me?" I asked her.

"Yeah, I can get you whatever you want, Sam is right, you are really skinny."

"I don't know, Ice-cream."

"For dinner?"

"Yes."

"Ok, I can get it for you, but I'm not sure if Vlad is going to like it."

"Well, if he wants me to eat, I am only going to eat ice-cream."

"Fine by me, but it isn't the healthiest you know."

"Does it look like I care?"

"No, not really. I will leave you two alone now, I am sorry if it seems like I am spying on you, but I can hear you talking from over in my room."

I smiled at her, and Sam was just looking at me, and not over at Sasha. Sasha left when Vlad opened the door, probably because he was going to serve us an early dinner, even though we had just had lunch, even though we hadn't eaten anything at all.

I turned back to Sam, who was now on her bed, leaning up against her headrest too right next to me. I was tired, and I could feel my eyes getting heavy, but I didn't want to sleep. I didn't want to sleep when it was my only day off for a week. Even though it would probably help, I didn't want to. I felt my eyes close, and I didn't open them back up until a couple of minutes later, when I caught myself from falling asleep.

"You can sleep you know," Sam told me, "I will wake u up when dinner is done."

"No, I am fine."

"No, you need to sleep. You look miserable."

"Ok, if you insist."

I scooted down and laid down, but didn't cover myself with blankets or anything. It didn't take long before I fell asleep, but then it seemed like right after I felt someone with their hand on my shoulder shaking me really slowly. I opened my eyes, and saw Vlad in the doorway, and noticed it was Sasha waking me up.

"Where is Sam?" I asked, and I jumped up really fast.

"She is already down there," Vlad stated. Sasha lent me a hand, but I didn't take it. I just got up on my own, although it was very painful, I wasn't going to have Sam catching me with Sasha. I went as fast as I could into the other room to make sure Sam was really there, and she was. I sat next to her.

"Hey sleepy. I told you that you needed sleep."

"Your always right."

"I know," and we both laughed.

"What is so funny?" Vlad asked us.

"None of your business," I said, and stopped laughing.

"All right, fine by me. I hope you enjoy your dinner that Sasha said you needed to eat. Are you really that starved? I want to see." He said, and walked over to me.

"No."

"Just pull your shirt tight, I want to see how thin you are."

I pulled my shirt tight, and he laughed.

"Stupid boy. You are going to get yourself killed," he laughed.

I just ignored him, and let go of my shirt to turn back to Sam. Sasha was out soon, and set a huge bowl of ice cream in front of Sam and I.

"You guys can share it," she said and smiled. I returned her smile, and turned toward the table, but even ice cream didn't sound good to eat. Vlad and Sasha sat down on the other end of the table, and they were eating hot-dogs, in which I didn't like anyway. They were already eating, but Sam and I just sat there.

"Danny, you should eat," Sam said, sliding the ice cream in front of me.

"Fine," I said, and I picked up my spoon. I took one bite of it, and I could feel it slid down my throat, and hit my empty stomach. It was cold, but the chocolate tasted really good. I took another bite, but then after that, I stopped eating. It hurt to swallow, and I didn't want to anymore. I just shoved the bowl over to Sam, and sat there.

"You're already done?" Sasha asked me.

"Yeah. It hurts to swallow," I said, and glared at Vlad, to show where the main problem had come from.

"Ok, it's no problem, I am sure you will feel better tomorrow anyhow, and I will cook you breakfast, I am sure Vlad will allow it."

"Yes, just until you get back into shape again," he stated.

Sam ate a lot more than I did, and passed it back over to me, and I took one more bite before we left.

Once back in our room, Sasha stayed in the one room with us, because she wanted to watch TV. Sam and I both just sat on our beds for a while, but then I got tired once again, and laid down to sleep. I had slept for a while, but then woke back up again, when I heard the TV click off. Since I was used to the sound, when it had changed, it woke me up. Sam was still awake though, and I watched as Sasha went into the other room, and Sam came back over to her bed. Most likely, she had been watching TV with Sasha for a while.

"Hey," She said, noticing I was awake.

"Hey. You guys were watching TV?"
"Yeah."

"You learning how to get along with her finally?"

"Yeah. She isn't as bad as I thought her to be."

"I knew you would figure that out sometime, I said and smiled at her. She just barely smiled, and she laid down on her bed.

"Your tired now I take it?"

"No, not really."

"Oh, you act like it."
"I'm not tired though. I am just laying down because you are, and I can talk to you better."

"What is there to talk about that is new?"

"Nothing much, since we can't do anything. Are you feeling better?"
"I'm not as tired, but it is still really sore."

"You'll feel better soon."

"Yeah, I am sure I will," I agreed, although, I didn't know how long it would take. I was guessing within a couple more days, everything would be fine again. Well, not everything, because living with Vlad didn't make things fine again, but my point being.

"So Danny, what do you think you will be doing tomorrow?"
"I dunno. I probably don't want to know either. I am just spending the day with Sasha though, so it shouldn't be that bad."

"Yeah, I hope not, I don't want you to get hurt again. Next time though, he shouldn't hurt you as bad, right?"
"Well, if he hurts me just as bad, I shouldn't get as hurt as I did this time."

"And if he hurts me worse?"
"If he hurts me worse, then we are in trouble, but I don't think he will."

"Danny, has it ever occurred to you, that he likes to see you get hurt?"
"Yes, you're probably right, but you can never tell, he can't hurt me to bad, or else then he might kill me. And once he does that, then I can't work for him anymore."

"Yeah, but do you think he really cares about that though?"

"I dunno, but you wanna talk about something else?" I asked, not wanting to talk about getting killed, or hurting worse than this. I sat up for a second, and grabbed the blankets so I could sleep under them, since the room was cooling off really fast. Sam had climbed into bed with them already on.

"It is freezing in here," I said, and started to shiver, since the temperature had dropped so quickly. It seemed to keep getting colder in the room, and I got up to go see if Sasha's room was like that too.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked me.

"I am going to see if Sasha's room is this cold," I said, and got up. I was still really stiff, but I wasn't really paying attention since it was extremely cold in the room. I went into her room, and it was actually kind of warm in there.

"Hey Danny," she said, and she sat up to look at me.

"Why is it cold in my room?"

"I don't know. I have nothing to do with it. My room is warm, if you two want to stay in here, I will sleep out there."

"But there is only…"

"One bed? Yeah, I know, but you like her, it wouldn't bother you," She said, cutting me off.

"No, it wouldn't, but wouldn't it bother Sam?"
"It is a queen sized bed hun, I don't think it will bother her at all. Besides, she likes you too, and I know it. I can go get her for you, if you want me to. Here, have a seat on the bed, and I will be right back."

"No, really, we are fine, I just…" But she was gone before I could finish my sentence. Now, I was going to be embarrassed. I didn't even sit down, because I was going to explain to Sam that it wasn't my idea at all.

I saw Sasha bring Sam in, and Sam was still shivering from the other room, but she soon stopped, and she looked at me.

"You two have fun," Sasha said to us, and went through the wall.

"It wasn't my idea, it was hers!" I told her as soon as Sasha left.

"Oh well," Sam said, as though she actually liked the idea. I did too, in a way, but I thought for sure she would feel uncomfortable.

"Danny, we have slept together before, and besides, it is warm in here."

I just nodded, and Sam got under the blankets first, and I laid on the outside next to her. We never said anything else, and we fell asleep. I fell asleep wondering what we were going to do tomorrow…

All righty! And before how u said I get more than 5 reviews, I know, I usually do, but not all the time, and I am used to saying that so, yeah… anyhow… 5 reviews! Lol. Next Chapter is going to be interesting, this one was a little slow.