i was supposed to update this yesterday? and i forgot? T^T so sorry guys! aha but here is the chapter! please enjoy :)
It was late, and knew you, oh god you knew that you should have had Amy come with you to the gym. But after all, it was late and she was a drama major, she needed her beauty rest. So stupidly, you went to the gym at eleven at night, just at the perfect time when there just had to be a group of men standing outside of the dorm gym. They were staring at you at this very moment, hooded with black clothing and shadows. You give them a curt nod and start to walk away, knowing your safe, safe, safe car and campus was just a five minutes walk away. You can do it, this is nothing, this probably happens to girls all the time.
But it didn't make it any less scary. Life as a female was and is always alarming; there was always imminent threat and the very real possibility of getting your throat slit if you don't put out for man. Then, the also very real and totally has happened before possibility of being called a prude and a whore if you don't put out.
You were walking quick, legs bare in your shorts and tank top that wasn't doing you any fucking favors besides look very rape-able. God, you prayed for them to stop at a car or at a shop; hoped that you were just being a paranoid little girl. But they don't stop, and your heart is beating so hard you weren't sure if your chest just felt uncomfortable or you were in actual pain. The streetlights were bright and splaying dots onto the concrete sidewalk, flickering like a scene from a morbid movie scene. Your footsteps mingled with theirs, heavy and scuffling. Threatening.
With shaking hands you pretend to be calm and fish your phone from your bag. You could have dialed 911, but instead you call the first person on your recents list. Sam. Sam, Sam, Sam. Tall, handsome Sam whom you've been talking to constantly since you've exchanged numbers. It rings, once, twice, three times as you take the very same number of breaths. And then a raspy, sleepy, "Hello?"
"Sam." Your voice squeaks and you clear your throat. On normal circumstances, you would have smiled. The thought of the man always made you smile, but right now, things were not normal. "Whats up?" He yawns and you hear the rustle of blankets from the other side.
"I was sleeping, but why? You alright?" You feel your eyes water but you keep your voice steady. You could see your car, brighter than the rest in the darkness. They were still walking behind you, voices now mingling with their steps.
"Yeah, I'm just walking back from the gym, late, at night, and stuff." You wonder if he got the hint, but when he speaks his voice had hardened.
"(Y/N), are you safe?" He says. "Where is your car? Are you alone? Are people following you?" You give a loud laugh and hysteria starts to set in.
"That's a lot of questions, Sam. I'm at the gym, you know, the one just five minutes from the school." You tell him, reaching a shaking hand into your bag to look for your keys.
"Hey, you!" Someone from behind yells just as you grasp them. Your head whips around and finds the trio starting to jog to you, eyes dark and menacing.
That's it, last straw.
You sprint, arms pumping at your sides and then they do too. Your adrenaline suddenly replaces your blood and you're by your car in ten seconds flat. They're yelling at you, the world is roaring in your ears and Sam is yelling your name from your phone but your hands are too busy trying to unlock your car with a button that was strung on your keys. You shove your phone into your pocket, focusing on the keys and in a moment there's that satisfying, unlocking click before rough hands grab your hair and yank you down backwards.
You shriek and kick, digging your nails into the hands at your head to draw blood and a yelp as another one of them grabs your legs. They underestimated you though and you kick like a horse about to be put down, catching the man in front of you in the chin. He swears profusely as you crawl up on all floors, searching desperately for something, anything to use as a weapon. Your fingers curl around your keys and you wield them like daggers between your fingers. As you scrabble to a standing position they surround you, crouched and ready to attack.
One had his hand over his mouth, blood dripping from between his fingers and you feel satisfaction seeping its way into your fright. The other was shaking off his hand and wielding a switch blade in the other as the last man cracked his neck and knuckles.
"Don't put up a fight, little girl." He says with his cheshire smile. The lights flicker but you could see their faces, gaunt and littered with week old stubble. They were normal looking guys, dark hair and dark eyes. But at night, everything was dark.
"Fuck you." You spit, chest heaving. They snicker.
"That's the plan." says the one with a knife. They advance and this is when it all really hits you.
Fuck. What the fuck. You were one girl; one measly girl with keys as knives and a heart about ready to explode inside your chest. But here you are in an unfair fight against three grown men, getting closer by the second and part of you knows that you're probably not going to get out of this alive or emotionally traumatized. Hell, you're already emotionally traumatized and okay, here he comes. Your hand rears back, ready to strike like a snake in waiting; a venomous fucking snake too with fangs and-
BOOM!
One of them falls, clutching their side, yelling a curse. There's the sound of a shotgun being cocked and following it there's a boom! Holy fuck, another one drops to his knee, letting out a howl of pain. The man who had been so tough before widened his eyes so big you could see the whites all around them and suddenly, a new taller man is in front of you, hitting the offender on the nose with the butt of a shotgun.
"Sam?" You murmur. You savior turns to you and yeah, it is him as his chest heaves . His face is a blur in your vision, eyes frantically searching your body for some type of injury. In his hands there was a shotgun; gorgeous really, all metal and wood; laced with the unfamiliar smell of gunpowder, and you realized what he just did. "You killed him, holy shit Sam you killed him. Sam, you killed someone, he's dead, holy shit, he's dead and you-"
"Salt rock rounds, he's not dead but we need to go right now." He's in front of you in two great strides and grabs your hand, pulling you along. "Come on, (Y/N), right now!"
You don't resist though you should have. Salt rock rounds? In a shotgun? Was the boy you've been crushing on for the past few weeks or so again a fucking serial killer? But you let him take you along, feet dragging and tripping over the ground as you try and keep up with his long legs. For some reason things were all a bit numb right just got attacked by three guys and now a tall bear with a shotgun is leading you to god knows where and you're just...okay then.
You look ahead of yourself and see Sams hand clenched around your own, engulfing them. It actually kind of hurt; he was holding on so tight that his knuckles were whitening but you curl your fingers around him as best as you could. "Sam?" You ask.
"Not now, let's get somewhere safe." He says, voice darker than you've ever heard it. You nod though he can't see you. You look around, the parking lot was half empty and lit with fluorescent bulbs. Sam's saying something and you're being seating in a car with that brand new car smell and cheap seats. The car door shuts with a huge thump and you jump, but then all you could hear was Sams echoing voice and the sound of his car revving, driving down the roads. You couldn't hear those men anymore; those scary, scary, horrible men. What would have happened if you were left there? Alone? What would they have done to you? Cut you up and rape you? All at once or one by one? Would they use protection, would they have left you somewhere to die?
There's something wet on your face and you reach up. You're crying, crying a lot actually and it all comes back. You're sobbing in the car as it moves along the street, Sam soothing you with sweet lies and a hand brushing back your hair.
"It's going to be alright." Sam murmurs. "They're gone, fucking gone. No one can hurt you, babe. I will not let anyone hurt you. No one." You cry still. Always crying, you find out.
The car stops. Time was weird, short and long and completely nonsensical. Sam gets out of the car and gets you out too, hands warm and protective. You walk with Sam, unable to stop sobbing and you can't see anything as the world turns into a big blur of cooling California air and Sams hands. In seconds your nose is blocked up with snot and you're trying to breath through your mouth but sobbing uncontrollably doesn't really help. Sams saying your name, hands in your hair and rubbing up and down your arms. It's not like you didn't want to answer, it's just that you really, really couldn't and you let go of his hand to cover your face.
"Okay, okay, take your time. Can I pick you up? (Y/N), I'm gonna pick you up okay?" A comfortable hand is at the top of your back and Sam's arm lifts you up from underneath your knees. He lifts you quite easily and shifts you so you're stable in his arms. "I'm going to take you to my dorm, since, uh, I don't think I can go to yours. Okay? Okay?" He waits for you to nod your head before he starts to walk. All you can do is clutch at his shirt, wetting it with tears and boogers and the fear of almost dying. You felt like you were dying; like your heart was collapsing inside your chest.
"I know, it's scary, babe, I know." Sam says, tightening his grip on you. "But you're safe now, with me, and I am never ever going to let you go anywhere without me ever again if it's night. Even if its goddamn day, I swear. It won't happen anymore, I promise. I promise, okay? I promise, babe." You whimper, trying to say okay but it doesn't come out quite right so he goes on and on and on.
"When we get inside, I'm gonna set you down on my bed and you can curl up in the blankets and cry for a bit if you need to. You can get mad and angry and hit the pillows, even me, I don't care. But just know it's all going to be fine. I'll make tea and snacks and you can stay over tonight if you want or I'll walk you back to your dorm whenever you want. When you can walk again, that is. (Y/N)? (Y/N), listen to my voice. I'm real. I'm here. They're all gone and I am here."
A door creaks open and you realize that you had arrived. Sam walks in, flicks on the light with his elbow and kicks the door closed. He nonchalantly throws his keys floors and they clatter, causing you to flinch. He shushes you sweetly, lips pressing a kiss to your temple as he sits you down on his mattress, prying your hands away from your face. "It's alright, (Y/N), I just need to check you." He says crouching down to the ground in front of your legs.. "I need to make sure that you're not hurt."
"J-Just my k-knees." You stutter, sucking in snot from your nose and swallowing it. Gross, utterly gross. You probably looked gross right now and so you try to fix it as best as you could. You wipe the tear streaks from your cheeks and underneath your nose, try to flatten down your hair as if it would help any. You finally look at Sam, with swollen and tired eyes. He looked so worried, it made your heart ache. He leans forward and places his forehead on yours, shutting his eyes just to feel you there. He takes in a deep breath and lets it out before leaning back. He strokes your face and tucks some hair behind your ear.
"I'm gonna go get the first aid kit, alright? I'll be right-"
"No." You interrupt, your hand darting out to grab his shirt between your fingers. You shake your head, pressing your free palm to your eye as you feel the tears coming on again. "Please don't leave me. Please, please, please don't leave me, Sam, please-" Your head falls onto his chest, crying again though you didn't want to.
"Babe, it's right here. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." He smiles at you, reaching underneath his bed to pull out a white case the size of a thick book. He pops it open and pulls out a few gauzes and a bottle of disinfectant. He pours it onto a cotton pad and puts a hand on your thigh. Sam looks up and then back at your bleeding knees. "This might sting a bit, (Y/N)."
You take in a deep breath and nod, gripping his sheets between your hands. You steel yourself for the pain and it comes once he pats it on your wounds. "Hell." You murmur, biting your lip. It wasn't too bad, but you never really got hurt before. It was a new sort of pain and you took in a few deep breaths.
"I know, I know." He chuckles and shakes his head. "I've been through worse. This is nothing." Silently he cleans you up, placing bandages over your knees after her puts on some ointment. When he was done he puts away his white box of healing goodies and sighs, still kneeling at your feet.
"Shouldn't I be the one sighing?" You say. You could feel the hysteria trickling away, being replaced with a strange sort of peace and calamity.
"You should be more careful." Sam says snappishly. "I was afraid you were going to get hurt. Really hurt."
"You were worried." You murmur. His adams apple bobs as he swallows.
"Yeah. Like hell." He agrees. He gives a bark of laughter and shakes his head. "I didn't want to get there and..and find you dead. Or kidnapped or raped or just...gone. Fuck, I don't know what I would have done; you're all I have here in California and oh god-"
"I'm here now." You recycle his words and cup his face. "I'm here now, Sam." It seems to soothe him and he leans his face into your palm. Sam presses a kiss to your palm sweetly and you feel any fear left over melt away with him just being there. You lean down and kiss his forehead, smirking at the change of positions. Now that you felt better, here you were, taking the part of caretaker again.
"Thought I was the one who was supposed to be comforting you." Sam says, reading your mind.
"It's okay. We can take turns." You giggle and he looks up as though amazed.
"You finally laughed." Sam says. "Its so good to hear you happy."
"You make me happy."
It slips out of your mouth and immediately, you think you fucked up. Guys don't take shit like that easy; they flip the fuck out and leave and never call you back again. But Sam doesn't stand up and throw you out. He doesn't start convulsing on the ground or contorting like you had just throw holy water on him and he was a demon. He looks up at you like maybe you're an angel; as if no one has every said that to him ever.
Sam kisses you, leaning up and pressing your lips together. No fire works went off; it wasn't like a movie where you felt a spark between the two of you and the world stopped but it was real. His lips were soft and warm and firm, just brushing your own. He shifts his face so your lips slot together and kisses you again. You never expected this. You've never been kissed so soft, like you were glass and so sweet. He kisses you with small touches of his lips as if he's afraid to break you, afraid to kiss you too hard. You grip at his shirt, pulling him close and he leans up, hands resting bed to the sides of your legs. He kisses you and kisses you till you can't breathe, arms wrapping and your waist and pulling you to the edge of the bed. Your hands knot into his hair, tugging at the roots. After a minute you're mumbling his name into his lips. Sam jumps back, eyes widening and he lifts his hands away.
"Oh god, I'm sorry," He says quickly. "I'm so sorry, I didn't really mean to kiss you so much, it's just I really like kissing you." Sam groans and shakes his head, falling onto his ass and putting his head in his hands. "I fucked up, shit, I shouldn't have done that and I really like you too. I'm sorry. I am so sorry, (Y/N), damn after all that just happened too-"
"Sam." You say a little loudly. You grip his face and he looks up with puppy eyes and you could have smushed him from cuteness. "It's okay. I just kinda needed to breathe, you know? Cause humans kinda have to breath." The look of relief that appears on his face is heavenly and the little smile makes you smile back. You reach down to his face and take hold of his lapel, pulling him to you again. His face falls to the crook of your neck, pressing a kiss there.
"I think we should go to bed." Sam mumbles, breath tickling your skin. You could hear the tiredness in his voice and you glance at the clock on his desk. 2:12 A.M. "If you want to stay that is."
"I don't want to go anywhere but here." You tell him.
"I don't think I was going to let you go even if you said no, (Y/N)." Sam tells you, kissing your collarbone. You give a happy hum, embracing him.
"Where's your roommate by the way?" You ask.
"He doesn't come home weekend nights. So I have this place all to myself." You giggle as he gives you one big squeeze and lifts you up to scoot you farther into the bed. Before he climbs in he shuts off the light and kicks off his shoes. He yanks yours off too, running shoes from your trip to the gym. You didn't want to think about it so you shut your eyes and wait for his weight to make its presence beside you.
"Sam?" You say, turning your body to your side to look at him. It was dark but the moon and stars gave enough light. You reach over to touch his face, make sure he was there. He takes hold of your hand and kisses it. So sweet, god your teeth could rot but somehow, in the best way possible.
"Yeah?"
"I didn't say thank you yet." You shut your eyes, memories of just a few hours ago flashing through your head. You could have cried again, but you held it in. "So thank you, for saving my life." And there it is, the tears and the crying and the ugly screwed up face. Jesus, you were a big fat baby.
"Saving people, shooting things, it's the family business." Sam tells you. He reaches over and strokes your face, wiping away the tears. "Come on, come here." He pulls you close, placing your head on his chest and pulling your leg over his with his hand hooked underneath your knee.
"No, really though." You start to stay, voice warbling. "You saved me and I don't care if this is some hero complex with this but I really like you, even before you shot those guys with salt. With salt, Sam! Salt, you shot them with salt, like I should care more because hell, that's really damn weird, but to be honest I don't cause i'm so grateful that you were there cause I could have died or something but you're like, this freaking knight in sweatpants and a corny ass Stanford shirt that only freshies wear and-"
"Shh, shh, sleep." Sam say, cutting you off with a little peck on your lips. He kisses your head and then your nose and then presses another kiss, a real one, to your lips. "We can talk about it all tomorrow but just sleep, okay?"
"Okay." You nod and take in a deep breath. A few deep breaths and readjust yourself on his body. Underneath your ear you could feel his heart beating steady and strong.
"Goodnight, (Y/N)." Sam says about half asleep himself. Even if he was, he was strong around you, a big protective bear with really beautiful eyes and a damn shotgun. And soft kisses. Those too.
wHOA too fast? slow? just right? aha drop a review! the next chapter will forward the plot and stuff, look forward to it!