Caught up

Chapter 8

Sam woke with a headache and when she tried to sit up, she felt a searing pain shoot through her head. She lay back down and tried to remember the events of the previous night. She had her eyes shut tight to block out the pain.

When she opened her eyes she sat up again and took in her surroundings. She wasn't in her house and didn't know where she was, and was confused as to how she got there. She turned and saw Phil sleeping next to her. She looked down at herself and saw that her clothes were ripped and torn. Her breathing quickened and became shallow, Phil shot up into a sitting position.

"Are you ok?"

"Get away from me! What happened?" She jumped up, but her legs were weak and gave way and she fell against the wardrobe with a loud thud.

"Samantha!" he bounded over the bed to help her up.

"Get away from me!" She used the bedside cabinet to help her get up and she leant against the front of the wardrobe.

"Shh, Samantha…" he whispered.

"Please don't… please…" she sobbed and she flinched when he touched her arm.

"Shh… I'm not going to hurt you." He stepped back and held out his hand, she stared at it with fear in her eyes. "Trust me." She hesitated and closed her eyes tightly before reaching out and putting her hand in his. "There we go. Now come away from the wardrobe." She stepped away and was wobbly, but Phil caught her before she fell.

He sat her down on the bed just before her legs buckled again.

"What happened?" her voice was shaky.

"It's ok."

"Did you-?… Did we-?…" her eyes were filled with fear and worry.

"No… nothing happened. I'll explain everything, but first we need to get that cleaned up." He pointed to the cut on the side of her head. She put her hand up and looked at the blood that came from her head and gasped.

"What-?"

"Come on." He supported her as they made their way downstairs and Phil helped her to sit at the kitchen table.

He filled a bowl with warm water, got a cloth and the first aid kit, and sat down opposite her. He got out a pair of tweezers from the first aid box.

"Hold still."

"Ok." Sam felt awkward around him. He carefully removed the pieces of glass from the cut and put the tweezers away. He then dipped the cloth in the warm water and pressed it to the cut lightly and wiped the dried blood from her face.

"Ok." Phil mumbled to himself. He picked up an antiseptic wipe. "This is going to sting." He placed his hand on the right side of her face to stop her from moving too much and their eyes locked for a second before he moved his gaze to the slash in her head on the left side and he dabbed the cut with the antiseptic wipe. She winced with pain.

"Ahh."

"Sorry."

Once the cut was clean, Phil dabbed it dry with another clean cloth, and put a dressing on it.

Thanks for reading, please review and I will ud soon. Luv Sam xxx