"Okay, so we've gone over this. I'm going to run out and get you a phone. You need one just to make sure you can always get in touch with someone. Then I'm going to run and grab us some dinner real quick. And I'll be right home. As soon as I leave, the door gets locked, the curtains are shut, and you don't go near a window or a door until I'm back in. Okay?"

Samantha nodded.

"Are you sure you don't want to come with me?"

"What if he's still out there? He'll see me. Or worse, grab me."

"Are you sure you don't want me to call mom and see if she can come over and stay with you?"

"No, I can't face them yet with this. I'll be fine. I'll just hide out in the shower or something." Samantha said, partially joking but also partially serious.

Samantha cuddled up in a blanket and hid until Sarah came back. She had just gotten back inside before the rain started to pour down. She set a pizza box down on her small kitchen table as Samantha came back out into the living room.

"Here you go." Sarah said handing one of those prepaid phones. "He couldn't track you on this baby if he tried."

"Thank you." Samantha said with a smile.

They put the television on and ate on the couch as Samantha activated her phone. She only programmed a few numbers into it so far. Only the ones she really needed. She couldn't talk to anyone else just yet anyway. Most of her friends were Seth's friends, so if she tried to talk with them they'd probably take his side. For all she knew he already had them turned against her for leaving. Suddenly, everything in the apartment went dark.

"What's happening?" Samantha asked worriedly.

Sarah groaned. "This happens sometimes when it storms out." Sarah got up to go and find a flashlight. "The electric isn't always the best out here."

"How long is it usually out for?" Samantha asked.

"Shortest is an hour. Usually around three or four though.

Thunder crashed, and Samantha swore she could hear a bunch of other sounds mixed in, but she calmed herself down telling herself she was just being paranoid. But then she really did think she heard something on the other side of the wall.

"Do you hear that?" She asked. "Do they still have power?"

It distinctly sounded like a television off into the distance.

"That's weird. Usually the entire building is out." Sarah stated.

Sarah opened her door and stepped out slightly to look at the windows around her. They were all lit. And she could hear televisions playing.

"That's really weird. It looks like we're the only ones out." She said as she came back into the house.

She stopped in her tracks when she saw Seth standing in her living room. His hair was soaking wet from the rain. Samantha was standing in front of him. His hand was wrapped tightly in her hair and he was holding a knife to her.

"We are leaving. And if you get in the way of that, it will be over your dead body as you stated earlier. So I suggest you move."

"Seth, I'll do whatever you want just please don't hurt her." Samantha begged.

"Shut up." He demanded as he pulled hard on her hair. "You're coming home with me. And your sister is going to get out of my way and keep her damn mouth shut if she wants both of you to live."

"Seth, you don't have to do this." Sarah tried to reason with him.

"Shut your damn mouth." He demanded as he pointed the knife out towards her.

"Something just doesn't seem right." Renee stated. "Why wouldn't he have called by now to let us know what's going on?"

"Maybe it's something that he didn't think we would really be worried about. Maybe his brother got into a minor accident or something." Roman said.

Dean made a weird face. "I don't know. I could have sworn I heard him mumbling something about Sam before he left."

The three were in a locker room backstage getting ready for the show that night discussing among themselves. They knew that Seth had left and were told it was an emergency, but he hadn't called or texted anyone to let them know what was going on. His friends were starting to get anxious. Finn was around too, but mostly just keeping to himself as he got ready.

"I hope she didn't have another accident." Renee stated.

"What do you mean another accident?" Roman asked.

Finn's ears perked up.

"Last time he left because Sam took a nasty fall down the stairs. They came to visit us shortly after and she was pretty messed up." Dean answered.

Suddenly, it seemed like everything had clicked in Finn's head. The marks he saw on her wrestlemania weekend, why she seemed like she was out of it, why she didn't want anyone to know where she was, why she had to borrow money, it all made sense.

"What about you Balor. Have you heard from him?" Dean asked.

"No, I haven't. But Renee is correct. Something isn't right."

Finn left the locker room leaving everyone with questioning looks as he went out into the hallway and pulled out his cell phone.

Sarah's phone started to ring. Seth looked over at it on the couch and recognized the number.

"Why the hell is he calling you?" He asked.

"We're dating." Sarah blurted out. It was the first thing she could think of.

"Bull shit. I spend enough time with him, he would've told me." Seth replied, then looked down at Samantha. "That's how you got out wasn't it. You went behind my back and got to him." Seth yelled.

"Seth, please just calm down." Sarah tried to say. He just ignore her.

"Did you fuck him? I bet you did. He always seemed a little bit too close to you, and you never pushed him away." Samantha had tears in her eyes at this point. He was getting angrier and he was pushing the knife closer to her skin. "Is that why you wanted a new phone so bad? So you could call him when I was gone?"

"No. Of course not."

"Seth, let's talk about this."

"I swear Sarah if you don't shut the hell up I'll slit your throat right now." Seth yelled at her. His eyes were so cold they almost looked black. Every once in awhile when lightning flashed it would accent his facial features, and they always looked terrifying. "We're leaving now. And I'm about damn ready to kill both of you. And I have enough land that if I do they will never find either of you. Go."

He pushed Samantha forward still holding onto her hair. She shuffled her feet as she slowly began to walk towards the front door, but Sarah was still standing in front of it and standing her ground.

"Turn your ass around and get out the door to the car. I can't trust leaving you here." He demanded.

"No."

"If you don;t go down there on your own, I'm cutting you and throwing you into the truck. If you bleed to death by the time I get back home, that's on you."

Seth was slightly distracted arguing with Sarah, and Samantha being afraid for her sister's life gathered up her courage to try and elbow Seth hard in the ribs. He bent over slightly in pain causing him to release the hold on her hair. Sarah tried to lunge forward and grab the knife but he elbowed her throwing her into the wall. Samantha tried to run over to her sister but was grabbed by Seth. He held her down, staring at her, the knife still in his hand.

"You're coming with me either on foot or in a body bag. Take your pick."

Samantha was too scared to say anything. All she could do was stare at the knife held above her. Before it could come in contact with her again, Seth was tackled off of her.

The light from flashlights began to fill the apartment. Samantha sat up confused and she saw a police officer sitting in front of her. She looked around at everything that was happening. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion, and she couldn't hear anything. She saw Seth being handcuffed and looked like he was yelling. She saw some people come in and kneel down by Sarah. Once Seth was taken out of the apartment, she focused on the officer sitting in front of her.

"Ms Dennison, are you okay?" She finally heard him say.

"Sarah." Was all she replied. She looked over and saw her sister sitting up against the wall holding her head as a medic team was talking with her.

"Are you hurt?" He asked again.

"I, I don't think so. Why are you here?"

"We got a call to do a welfare check. Looks like it's god we did." The officer replied as another medic team came in and sat down next to Samantha.

Samantha and Sarah were taken to the hospital to get checked out. Sarah ended up with a black eye and a headache, but thankfully no concussion. Samantha had some cuts and bumps, but thankfully that was the extent of her physical injuries. After the hospital they were taken down to the police station to make their reports. Samantha's went on, explaining everything that had been happening over the last year. They also called her parents down so they could meet and be informed of everything that was happening and what steps would be taken next. It wasn't until about five the next morning when the four of them arrived back at their parent's house and they were finally left alone to get some rest. Once Samantha was alone in the guest room, she pulled out her phone and called one of the few numbers she had put in it earlier.

"Hello." A man answered not recognizing the phone number.

"It was you wasn't it? How did you know?" She asked straight away.

"Wasn't that hard to figure out when I put all the pieces together. I overheard Dean and Renee talking about your previous "accident", that mixed with that I saw, put together with you needing money, wanting to be in hiding, and then Seth going MIA, I just knew something wasn't right. I figured worst case, I made the call and they showed up to nothing and I would just have overreacted.." Finn explained.

"You didn't overreact. He was going to kill me. Probably both of us." Samantha told him.

"Oh Sam. I'm so sorry."

"He said I was leaving with him on foot or in a body bag. And honestly, if I made it back home, I don't think I would have made it very long/" Samantha said slightly crying.

"I'm so sorry I didn't see it."

"Don't be. It's not your fault. I didn't see it either until it was almost too late."

"Is there anything I can do?" Finn asked.

Samantha smiled. "You have already done more than enough. You got me out. And you saved my life. Without your help, I'd still be at his house. Thank you."

Finn has so many questions he wanted to ask her, but he knew this was not the time. Maybe somewhere down the line he would be able to. But for now, he would just focus on the fact that his friend was still alive. "You don't have to..."
"I mean it Finn. Thank you.: