Now as Samson would be gone, Olive thoughts floated back to her death, that seemed so near. What scared Olive the most about dying wasn't his actual death. She figured she could handle the pain. It wouldn't be much worse than she felt now! In fact maybe at the moment of her death she would be too weak to feel pain.

Samson came back half an hour with some chicken soup for strength. Olive looked at the time then at Samson..."Won't your parents being getting worried? It's nearly three o'clock!" I asked him "Nah I don't have any folks. My mum died a while ago and my step dad took off. I live in a flat with some mates!" "Oh..." I replied "So why are you here... I don't think you live here!" he laughed "Umm...I ran away from home... you know...family problems" I did not want him to know my real reason, he could know Carmen, he could even be Carmen's boyfriend. However, he did not seem like that sort of person. "If I had parents I would never leave them...but I guess you had a good reason, you seem like a nice person" I felt bad that Samson had just told me his whole life story and me all I could do was lie about it... "In time you'll tell me the real reason your here" He grinned he could he have known that I had lied; I admit I am a bad liar... I thought that Samson and I would be good maybe if great friends... If I would let him into my life.

Samson stayed and we both ate the chicken soup. It tasted so much better than the hospital food I had been eating for the past few weeks. I sat in my wheelchair as we ate. He looked at me curiously, ''How did you manage to run away from home in a wheel chair?'' He asked me looking quizzically at me. ''It wasn't that hard...'' I looked away, not wanting to go into the details. ''And... If you were running away from home, why does the chair have a hospital sticker on it?'' He asked me again. I continued to look away. ''Because I`ve been staying in the hospital for far too long. They were not even trying to help me...'' I said, frustration showing on my face. ''And... it`s a long story...'' I said, hesitating.

Then, out of nowhere I heard something outside. The sun was starting to set and it was getting dark. Knock, knock came from the front of the abandoned house. ''Little Olive... open up, Little Olive...'' I jumped as I heard my sister`s voice. ''Quick! We have to get out of here!'' I said in a whisper. I was being careless, yet... How could Carmen know I was here, unless, it was true and she had been watching me. Samson looked at me in the wheelchair and held his arms out, I knew he was offering to carry me and I grabbed onto his arms gratefully and he swung me onto his back so he was carrying me in a piggyback way. ''There`s a back door in the next room, quick'' I said and we soon exited the old building. ''Where are we going to go?'' I asked. I still didn't know much about this town. ''I`ll take you to my place and you can stay there for a few days until we find somewhere else for you to stay.'' He told me.

We reached his house; surprisingly it wasn't far from where I spent the night. I was greeted by unfamiliar faces. I was introduced to Jesse and Quinn. Samson`s roommates. I took it Jesse was the immature one. The first thing that he said to Samson was "Sammy...nice!" Quinn shook my hand he seemed kind. Samson carried me to a room I presumed it was his room, he sat me down on the bed. "You'll be fine here. I'll take care of you" "Thanks Samson..." "Call me Sam" "Cool" "Um I'd like to know what happen back there... I care about you but I have my own life on the line helping you..." he said he sounded very selfish "... I mean... that sounded bad...What I meant was I want to help you but in order to help you I need to know what's wrong with you and that girl back there...and Little Olive? I didn't even think that Olive was your real name..." he smiled

I looked at Samson, ''Well, long story short. That was my sister Carmen. '' I said. Samson looked at me. ''Your sister? Why would your sister be out to get you?'' He asked me. ''Well...'' I looked down at my hands. They were dirty from staying in the abandoned house. ''Well, you know how I said I ran away from home?'' He nodded so I continued. ''It`s half true I guess. I ran away from the hospital last night because my sister and the man I thought was my dad are trying to kill me... I was poisoned a couple of months ago and I guess... I`m not dying quick enough.'' I said. I looked up and saw that Sam was looking straight at me. ''You were poisoned by your own family?'' He asked, he was shocked that someone would do something like that. ''Well, I recently found out that I`m a result of my mother being with another man while she was married to Carmen`s dad... and then she left after a couple of years to get married to the man that is my dad... and then she was killed...'' I said. ''So this man that she went to live with was the man that she was having an affair with?'' He asked to clear it up. ''Yeah, and so one night a few years ago, Murderer Mac and The Lipstick Killer got to her, and now they are after me.'' I said. Sam looked completely shocked. His face was pale as if he had seen a ghost.

Sam was about to say something then Jesse and Quinn burst through the door. ''Sam...'' Quinn said. It was obvious that they had been listening at the door. ''If this girl is in danger, it`d be best if she doesn't leave here for a while...'' Quinn said. Sam was nodding. ''Well, it`s the best option. Olive can`t exactly walk, but we will have to work on that.'' Sam was saying. I looked back at Sam, I had been watching Quinn and Jesse. ''But how can I? My legs are useless.'' I said but Sam was shaking his head. ''That`s only because you believe they are. If you start to believe you will be able to walk again, then you will.'' He said.

As winter started to breeze through, the nice became colder, and I felt for Sam who was sleeping on the lounge. Sam wouldn't let me out of his sight besides the fact that it was really creepy it made me feel like he was the overprotective big brother that I never had. Quinn was gentle, and caring. Jesse kept making jokes about how Quinn and I would spend hours together just talking about the facts of the day. Quinn made me laugh and at this time in my life, not even Sam who I was closest couldn't even make me laugh... was I falling for Quinn?

I was starting to regain feeling in my legs after a couple week of staying with Sam and the other`s. It wasn`t much but it was a start. I would do my best to help around in the apartment but they wouldn`t let me do much. I wanted to be useful to these people who were doing so much to help me get better. So far it was going alright. Carmen or Tony hadn`t found me yet so I was safe... for now. As the days went by, the feeling of Sam being like a big brother to me grew stronger.