Samantha's P.O.V

I stand and balance my slim body at the side of the door frame, I frown at Jake who woke me up from my peaceful sleep with his screaming. He is giving me a confused expression before he looks away as if he didn't just wake me up or he hasn't just promised his dad that he is going to keep me by his side, what does that supposed to mean? What is he up to exactly?

"what do you mean about you won't let me off your side?" I interrogate while staring at him who is still looking away, avoiding my presence. He hums as if he didn't hear what I asked, "you heard me right Jake" I snap with a serious look, now he is looking back at me, but his eyes are not looking at mine directly. "how long have you been standing there?" he asks as he runs his fingers on his hair "long enough" I state with an attitude, I don't know where did I get the courage to give him an attitude, he is capable of slaughtering me this minute but here I am acting as if I know the guy.

By knowing his name doesn't mean I know him, just because he took me out of that place it doesn't make him a good guy. Even though he had told me that his father is forcing him to be bad doesn't mean it is true, after all, the phrase says 'like father like son' I shouldn't be trusting him like I do, it's my damn mind not me.

"please come down Sam" he says smoothly. Wait, did he just call me Sam? I know a few minute ago I was not easy with him but now he just smothers everything, he is playing tricks. Why did he call me by my pet name? who gave him that right? right now I need to be strong and not fell for his charms, I am angry and that's it, I need answers this minute, but the truth is my heart and mind wouldn't let me and I am not liking that not even a bit. I frown from the hearing of that coming out of his beautiful voice, ok I need to stop hallucinating and do what is right. "how can I come down while I'm being kept hostage Jake?" I snap.

"don't say that, no one is keeping you hostage, but someone is keeping you away from danger" he says slowly as he attempts to hold my hands, but I flinch away from his touch which I so wish I could get every second but not now, not while I'm angry at him. Wait, am I angry at him or I want to be angry at him because it sounds right if I am angry at him? "but I heard you say- "I am being cut off by his alluring tone "no, it is not what you think Sam ahm Samantha" he stutters at the last statement. "it's ok, you can call me Sam, my friends call me Sam and my parents used too" I murmur but a shaky voice comes up at the mentioning of my parents calling me Sam.

I see a sympathetic expression from him, and this is when I allow him to hold my hands as I don't flinch or back up, I need that touch because it is smooth and smothers everything. From the hands it goes to a warm embrace of his which he is pressing me in, as I bury my face at the crock of his neck and sniffle. Slowly and awkwardly, we both pull back after a few moments of holding each other tightly on each other's arms. I jog up the stairs after I awkwardly wished him a good night and he awkwardly wished me back with a small smile.

I get inside to my so called room and glance at the watch on the night stand and realise that its almost midnight and I just can't believe I'm still up and thinking of taking a hot bath, really when Jake hugged me I felt a bit embarrassed because the last time I met water was approximately two weeks or even three but now it's too late for that , I climb up back to the big and cosy bed and slip into the blankets and closed my eyes as I enjoy the warmth of the comforts.

****

I feel a light through my closed eyes and I strangle to open them due to the strongness of the sunrises through the curtains so I turn to the side where the sun isn't shining and I get to open my eyes and I am immediately welcomed by a note on the night stand that I am facing,. Slowly I roll over and bring my body up in a sitting position as I extend my hand to the side and grabs it as I read mentally, "morning Sam, I went out to get some stuff just make yourself at home and please stay indoors, I didn't lock you in because I didn't want you to think otherwise so please do me this favour and stay indoors until I come back, and I have made breakfast for you" I read the note and trails my eyes down below the paper and it reads "Jake" I smile as I read the last part.

I move the comforts off me and crouch out of the bed, as I land on the tiled cold floor, a shiver travels down my spine. As I feel that, I mentally reminds myself that I need a hot tub not because it's cold but because it has been freaking two weeks since I take one, gross.

I head to the bathroom and open the taps and then fill up the tub to average I then pour the bubble bath inside and wiggle both my hand inside to create more bubbles. Once the tub is filled in my preference I slide of off my jeans and T as well as my undies, which I had had for forever. I bring out a relaxed sigh once I'm fully inside the hot bubble tab. I relax my muscles to the familiar feeling of water on my skin. "it has been really long' I think to myself as I close my eyes and enjoy the pressure the water is giving to my now sticky skin.

I open my eyes when I realised that I was almost dozing off inside the filled tub and I starts to take a proper bath, I grab one of the body scrubs above the tub where my head has been leaning since I got in. Now I am in a sitting position as my legs are stretched, I start scrubbing and rubbing all over my body and I feel relieved and clean. Once I'm done with my bathing and all, I stand up and step out of the tub as I land on the bathroom mat on the floor my feet sink in the fluffy material. After I had grabbed one of the towels on the hanger, I wrap it around my whole body and see myself out of the steamy bathroom to the room.

I stare at my reflection at the big mirrors on the closet doors examining my body, the towel is wrapped over my slim frame almost not covering my buttocks, my skin feels fresh and smooth as I trace my fingers on my legs while I'm bended, I realise that my leg has fully healed, it was not bad anyways but just a small scratch which Jake gave to me when his father ordered him too, "bustard" after they had caught me from my second escaped. My nose opens as I sigh out frustratedly through it, from the memory. I unwrap the towel as I open the closet to search for anything to wear, to my disappointment there is not even a single cloth inside here, I sigh of annoyance.

I am not going to wear those stinky clothes, they were once my favourite but after what I have went through on them, I am going to burn them up so I wouldn't be reminded of what took place when I wore them. I feel a droplet on my left foot then my vision goes blur. I am crying and I can't stop myself but cry and let it all out as I walk to the direction of the bed and sit at the edge. I think about my parent, when an image of one of the men shoot my mom right in between her eyebrows, a loud sob escapes my lips and from then I see the man punching my dad in the face, stomach, chest and everywhere in his body, he can't do anything because two other man are holding him tightly on both sides.

The one who is called boss, who I now know that he is Jake's father took out his gun and pointed it between my eyebrows as I am also on a grip from one of the man whom I now know as Jake, "are you going to give me what I want or I'll have to shoot you then your little angel here and now?" Jake's father exclaims in a low but horrible groan that comes from his chest, in a few minutes the images fades and disappears in my vision. I sniffle as I curl my body on top of the bed, still at the edge, one wrong move to the right I'll fell off.

My sobs are cut of when I hear the knock at my room's door, my heart is racing in my chest. But soon I calm myself when I hear the familiar voice calling out my name "it's only Jake, chill" a voice in my head tells me, and this is when I pull up the blanket and start to act normal before I let him in by raising my voice. In a second the door knob clicks as the door opens slowly as it reveals Jake, with his blue eyes all over the place when he enters the room, he has a new haircut and he looks more than alluring as before.

"what kind of a criminal is he? aren't criminals supposed to have ugly scars across their faces?" I am taken aback from my crazy thought when he clears his throat, which I have noticed that he does it a lot, I snap out of it as I hum questionably like I have missed something.

"hi" I let out a nervous tone whilst he keeps a stright face, this supposed to scare Me but it's the opposite. I raise an eyebrow at his expression he then clears his throat once again, awkwardly. "ahm, morning, sorry to interrupt I didn't know you were still sleeping" he says but I correct him immediately " no, I wasn't sleeping I was-" I halt when I start to stutter, my face is heating up at the thought of telling him that the reason I'm still under the blanket is because I am naked. "I don't have anything on, you know, to wear" I continue while stuttering a bit. He sighs out and move closer with a mischievous smile on his face which I don't appreciate. I flinch as I press my body against the head board and grabs the blanket even tighter like my life is depending on it.

I don't think he is noticing my sudden move because he keeps moving forward and sit at the foot of the bed "oh that" he halt "it's sorted because I got you these" he adds as he gestures to the H and M bag which I didn't even notice he had because I was busy checking him out when he got in, no, I was looking at him not checking him out, corrections.

He places the bag on the ruffled bed and stand up while wearing that serious expression with a tiny mini smile on his face. "thanks" that came out as a question, really, I am weird especially when Mr biker SKA kidnapper is around, I don't know what is wrong with me. He is staring at me with that smile on his face, this is now getting even more awkward because I am not saying anything but breathes heavily while looking at his beautiful manly features, he is like a God. I'm being cut off from the trance by a clearing of throats and I immediately blink my gaze away from him.

"I will just give you some space, okay?" he shakes his head as if he just remembered something, before he spoke then strolls towards the door hen opens it and steps out without being instructed too. "Jake!" I call out before he fully closes the door, he brings only his head through and hums questionably "thanks" I say with a sheepish smile as both my eyebrows raise.

He returns the smile and nods before he mumbles a "you needed them " then he backs away from the door as he shut it closed slowly. I jump up from the bed, straight to the door as I twist the key and locks it. I turn around, rather than walking I freeze with my back against the door and soon my head is leaning on it and I am slightly dropping down, soon my butt is meeting the cold tile. My knees on my chin and both my hands hugging them.

I sit there and start to cry once again, I could feel the cold on my buttocks but I ignore it and concentrate on my current situation and my mind won't stop me from thinking all negative things about what the tomorrow might bring, how Jake is going to turn out to be the bad guy that I know him of. His father barging in here and slaughter my neck as he promised when I first escaped.

I close my eyes and let out a low sigh when I see this God smiling at me as my eyes are still closed, his teeth straight as a ruler, his eyes narrow when he smiles. He opens his mouth as he speaks in slow motion with my hands on his "don't say that, no one is keeping you hostage, but someone is keeping you away from danger" he then pulls me into his strong chest as his arms wraps around my waist while my hand above his broad and strong shoulders.

I open my teary eyes and smile to myself while sniffling, he is in my head and I can't take him out. A thought of him culms me down, when he is around my body gives in, and I can't even open my mouth and speak without my face flashing up. If I wear to be light in skin, I would have compared my cheeks to a tomato. I wipe the warm tears with the back of my hands and pick myself up, my butt feels numb from sitting for what feels like the whole 30 minutes on the cold tiled floor weeping out like a 6-year-old. But who wouldn't if they are in the same position as I am now? I walk to the direction of the bed where Jake had placed the H and M bag.

I open it and I am welcomed by different coloured clothes as well as shoes when I turn the bag upside down and allow the clothes to fell out on to the ruffled bed. I check the new clothes and end up picking up the marron leggings and a navy-blue polo neck jersey since it is a bit chilly today this outfit will do the work on keeping me warm. After this a cup of coffee will do for a bonus, hold up, he had bought me undies too? "ok wait, how did he know my size on both bras and panties, what of waist and-" my wondering is being interrupted by his voice alarming me from outside the room.