Twenty minutes later Michael entered his house and looked around. He knew it was stupid to leave the girl alone, but she was asleep when he had left. Michael remembered the image of her curled up and with his old bear in her arms and felt the corners of his mouth curve upwards ever so slightly.
He walked upstairs to his room and saw she hadn't moved. He walked over and nudged her shoulder. She rolled over but didn't wake up. He nudged her again and this time her eyes fluttered open.
Sam shot up when she saw Michael standing over her. She was about to back away when a familiar scent hit her nose. A smile spread across her face as Michael tossed a McDonald's bag towards her.
She caught it and eagerly tore it open. Michael placed a bottle of water on the bedside table before going to sit down in the rocking chair to stare at Sam. He watched her lie down on her stomach and pull the burger from the bag. He continued to stare to see if she liked what he had gotten for her and to his relief her face lit up.
She immediately started on the double quarter pounder with cheese, ignoring Michael completely. She cleared half the burger in three bites, which was way too much to swallow at once. Her eyes bugged as she nearly choked, grabbing for her drink Sam tore off the cap and gulped down a quarter of the bottle. Sam inhaled and set the water back on the table. She remembered that Michael was watching her and turned to look. He had an amused look in his eyes, which struck a nerve with the small girl.
"What's so funny?" Sam said with a bit of annoyance.
Michael only stared and retained the amused look.
"You don't talk much do you?" The girl asked sitting up and turning towards the murderer. He shook his head and looked back at the girl. She tossed some fries into her mouth taking care not choke again.
"Why not?" This time she took a sip of her water. Michael didn't look like he was about to respond.
"All right, never mind that. Um…" Sam paused for a moment to form her question. She didn't want to get Michael mad, but she had to ask. "Am I going to be able to leave soon?"
Michael looked at her for a second then shook his head no.
"I was afraid of that." Sam said under her breath.
Michael saw her mood fall, but he didn't know how to make her happy again.
Wait! Why do I want to make her happy? I shouldn't care if she's happy or miserable.
So…why do I want to make her happy?
"Why are you keeping me here?" Michael looked up from his thoughts and stared at the girl.
Once again, the girl seemed to notice that he wasn't going to answer. Instead he stood up and left the room closing the door as he did.
Why am I keeping her here? She should be dead, but she isn't. I was going to kill her earlier, but something about her… Michael thought as he moved down the hall.
Sam sat in her room and stared at the door while eating her burger. Sam quickly finished her food and laid back down on the bed to stare up at the ceiling.
About an hour later, Michael entered the room again. He stared down at Sam and she stared back. He walked around to the other side of the bed. Kicking off his shoes, he laid down on the bed facing Sam. The thin girl made to jump out of the bed only to have a strong arm wrap around her waist.
Sam immediately grabbed the edge of the bed and tried to pull herself out but Michael wasn't letting go. Sam released the edge of the bed and accepted her fate and decided she would try to get as comfortable as possible with a killer breathing against her neck.
She moved her hand around in front of her looking for what she had now dubbed "her" teddy bear. She tried to sit up as best she could to find it. Michael felt her movements and saw her searching for something so he released her waist, but kept his arm close to her.
"Where's my teddy bear?"
Her teddy bear? Last time I checked it was mine. Michael thought.
Michael looked over on his side of the bed and saw that his old bear had fallen to the floor. He tapped the girl on the back because she was hanging off the side looking under the bed. She popped back up and Michael pointed to the ground on his side.
"What? You found it?" Michael nodded.
The girl waited expectantly but after a while of Michael just staring at her she furrowed her brow.
"You're not going to get it for me are you?" Michael shook his head.
"Jackass" she murmured as she climbed over Michael and looked over the side of the bed. He felt an odd sensation run through his body as she brushed by him but he quickly pushed it aside.
Sam didn't see her furry friend when she looked over the edge of Michael's side. She was about to turn and call Michael a liar when she saw a furry stump of a foot sticking out from under the bed. She leaned forward to reach the bear to the point where she was half hanging off the bed. She grabbed it and tried to push herself up but she was too far off the bed to get the proper leverage.
"Help me up." Michael wrapped his arm around her and easily lifted her up and placed her next to him. He watched curiously as Sam held the bear at arms length and examined it. She brushed off the dust and held the bear against her chest. Sam looked down at Michael who had laid his head back onto the pillow.
"Thanks...you know for earlier." Michael looked over at her curiously. She looked down at her teddy bear and played with the button it had for an eye. She glanced over at him. "Anyway good night." Sam said as she curled up with her bear and her back to Michael. She felt him replace his arm on her waist and while it was not welcome she didn't fight it this time.