He meets me at the motel room I have and I let him in. His face is oozing with concern when I see him. I give him a smile.

"Are you alright?" He walks in taking a hold of my hand.

"I told you over the phone. I'm fine" I reassure him

"Did they take you to the hospital?" He asks seeing a bruise on my arm where Sam inserted he IV.

I pull it back to try and hide it. "No, no need too" He glares at me. "Hey, I'm fine. And your here now, so I'm even better." I walk over to the bed and sit down.

"Why are you staying in a motel? There's a really nice hotel just a few miles away" he looks around.

"I'm a graduate student on a road trip. I'm not rolling in the money" I laugh.

"Right. Sorry" he grins. "Where are your friends" he lingers on the word friends, his tone getting a bit deeper.

"Different motel. Got in a fight and I needed to let him cool down" I say looking through him thinking of Sam. My fists clench.

"The tall one?" He questions. I blink and look at him not through anymore after asking the question that way. "He was extremely protective over you. He even threatened me" he explains

"What!?" My voice raises "what happened?" I press for more.

"It was nothing, really." He sits back a little further on the bed "do you two, have like, a past or something?" He asks.

"What? Sam and I? Nooooo." I drag it out a bit longer then I should have. He doesn't seem to notice "he's like an annoying big brother!" I assure him trying to make myself believe it.

"That's good" he smiles leaning in and he kisses me.

After a steamy make out session we pull apart. I look at him with dough-eyes. Waiting for more to come.

"Like a drink?" He smirks hiding his beautiful smile. I nod. He goes to the mini bar and pulls out the wine I have stored. He pours two glasses and brings them back to the bed.

"To the unknown" he cheers me.

"To the unknown" I cheers back. We finish our glasses quickly and pick back up where we started.

We make out for a bit before I pull away for air. My head is spinning and my body is weak. Mark continues to kiss me "stop, hold on.." I pant out but he doesn't stop. "Mark, stop!" I try more forceful to push him off of me.

"Everything alright?" He lifts himself off of me and smiles a crooked smile.

"No, I'm really hot" I say fanning myself.

"Well of course you are, drugs will do that to you" his face blurs when he talks.

"What!?" I try and get up but fall onto the bed again. "You?!" I sputter out falling to the floor to reach for my things. I know there's a knife in my bag.

"Oh honey, your not going to make it very far" Marks voice lingers in my head as I crawl. I get to my bag and I soon as I touch it there's a foot on my hand.

"Let's go somewhere a bit more private, shall we?" He pretends to ask. I try to push his hand off but things get worse and I close my eyes with the weight of drugs taking over.