Disclaimer: I own nothing sadly... Ok on with the reading
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Its funny. I keep telling myself that Sam wouldn't leave me again but... My mind and gut are telling me otherwise.
Sam walked back in with a wet rag. He smiled sadly at me. I can still tell he's a bit pissed that I did this... I couldn't stop myself though.
I flinched as the cold wet rag hit my arm. Well... Not exactly hit, but placed on my arm.
We sat in silence. I try to not think about the gun, knife, my dad. All that thinking gives me a headache and sadly, I found out that I still crave the desire to hurt myself.
After Sam was done cleaning it he said- "Well, looks like you don't need stitches" really? "but I'm gonna wrap it with gauze... Just to be safe." I nod.
He goes into the bathroom to try and find the emergency first aid kit that comes with the room. He succeeds and comes out with it.
He gently wraps it. And everytime he goes around, pain shoots through, and I find it good... Which Sam would kill me if I said out loud.
After he's done he looks at me and says quietly "Are you ok?" I nod, avoiding his curious eyes.
He nods aswell and gets up to put the first aid kit back.
After that he said he was going to go get food when Bobby got here (hopefully soon because I'm starving),because someone needed to look after me and protect me.
If I were not being abused by my dad (lets call him the basterd) and wasn't scared for the life of me... I would say that I could take care of myself. But that's just not gonna happen now is it?
I should try to tell Sam to go back to his girlfriend now, because once the basterd finds me... There's no going back.
When Sam's not looking I shoot longing looks at whatever could just kill me and get the job done with. I looked at a nail on the wall, a picture hanging. I wasn't actually looking at the picture. I was looking at the glass, trying to figure out how to break it without Sam knowing.
I'm not sure what to do. Maybe I should sneak out and find the basterd and try to kill him myself. That's when Bobby walked in.
"Hey Bobby. Seen anything?" Sam asks. Bobby shakes his head, but also looks like he wants to tell us something.
"I didn't see you're daddy anywhere. I even drove by Sam's apartment and saw some... Fresh tire tracks. And I saw a door busted open." My stomach flip flops. He has already been to Sam's and since he's a hunter, it will be so easy for him to find me!
"Shit... Where just gonna have to keep a low profile." Or move the hell away from here and go to Texas! It doesn't even have to be Texas! It can be whatever they want!
"Sam... He's got us both. John's a smart guy but with the both of us... I don't think he's gonna get very far.
That's a relief. But they seem to forget that I'm in the room. I wave my hand up. I just got a good idea.
"Hey guys... Still in the room ya' know." They look at me. Bobby looks curiosly at the gauze but that's just gonna have to wait. "I have a suggestion. Why don't we just head back to Bobby's? I mean... He's already checked it out and been there so..." I trail off. They seem to get it.
"Maybe... But if we stay here then we could go after him." Why in the HELL would Sam want to go after him? "Let's talk about this in the morning." Bobby says. Looking at me. I must look like hell threw up on me.
I nod. I crawl, making my way under the blankets. As I close my eyes, I can feel there eyes watching me.
You don't have to be weird and watch me you know." They get rhe message as I feel there eyes drift off of me.
I quickly fall into sleep. The place where all my worries can wait 'till tomorrow.
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I wake up. Hearing the sound of a loud car door slam. I sit up slowly. Sam and Bobby are asleep. Bobby's made a little bed on the floor.
I get up to stand (careful not to disturb Bobby or Sam) and peek out through the window. Theres nothing. I fast walk into the kitchen to get some kind of sharp thing I can protect myself with.
Sam's hid all the knives (way to go Sam) so I settle on a big fork. I creep back to the door and open it slowly.
My heart is pounding. I step on to the cold cement ground and look around. I shiver because I'm scared. Not because I'm cold.
Then I feel someone behind me. Then the very gruff voice that I never wanted to hear startes talking again.
"Shouldn't have left your cell phone on." With that I felt a hard hit on my head and fell to the ground unconcious.
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Ok. So the next chaper will not be in Deans POV. It will be a Sam and Bobby chapter. And if you haven't read my fanfic "The Music of Sam Winchester" then you should know that I'm not updating my other story until this one is finished... You probably hate me now. See you next time :)