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Chapter Five- Samantha's POV
"Why do rich people like such disgusting food?" I thought dismally to myself as I tried to stomach the food Mr. Higgins had placed before me.
I had no idea what that food even was, and I don't think that I really wanted to know.
I tried to pay attention to what Mr. Higgins was saying, but I was unsuccessful. He was telling me some sort of war story. Normally, I'm sure I would have found it interesting, but at the moment all I could think about was how much time Thomas was going to let go by before he again tried to get me to open up to him.
I wanted so much to just tell him everything and to not worry about what consequences might result from it.
Unfortunately, Mom was always the brave one...not that it did her any good.
I tore myself away from those thoughts, knowing that dwelling to long on them would certainly not have a positive result.
When I tuned back in, Mr. Higgins was just finishing his story.
"Well," he said with a smile, "It's getting quite late, and I'm sure you're rather tired."
Up until then, I hadn't fully realized how tired I really was, but, with his words, I began to feel the full affect of the last few, almost sleepless, days.
After Thomas went back to the guest house, Mr. Higgins and I walked together up the stairs, and he bade me good-night outside my room.
I expected to fall asleep right away, but, some-what surprisingly, the long awaited sleep would not come.
After just lying in bed for an hour or two, I decided to get up and go for a walk.
Not wanting to wake anyone up, I made my way outside and to the beach as silently as I could.
When I reached the beach, I sat down and gazed at the waters before me.
It was so beautiful; I wished so strongly that I was there on a vacation without a care in the world.
"Maybe someday, when all this worry and fear is behind me, I'll be able to," I thought.
I must have fallen asleep thinking that pleasant thought because I awoke sometime later to see that dawn was only an hour or so away.
I got clumsily to my feet and began to stumble sleepily back towards the house.
When I reached the gate that leads back up to the lawn, I paused.
"I'm going to tell him the whole story today. It would be foolish not to," I thought to myself.
Suddenly, I heard a sound behind me.
I turned, and was shocked and terrified at what I saw.
Before I could let out a cry for help, a hand was clamped across my mouth.
I began to struggle and kick, hoping against hope that Thomas, Mr. Higgins, the dogs, or, well, anyone would come by.
But, it was no use. I was just too weak and tired to put up much of a fight.
As I was pulled toward the end of the beach, I wished desperately that I would have told Thomas...because now it was too late.