Samantha's P.O.V. :

I was really tired as we were returning to the hotel. My sickness had been better but my strength had not returned fully and I was really glad that we were returning. My eyes simply looked at him while driving, he looked so carefree while humming  the tune of the song playing on the radio. I would say that he's not a very good singer, and it's the same way about me. Soon, we had reached the parking lot. I removed my seat belt slowly and Adam opened my car door like the gentleman he was. I smiled at him briefly and we returned to our room. 

This time, I wasn't shivering as our room had a heater and so... we slept on our own sides even though I could feel my insides protesting against him. I knew that I had started liking him more and more, maybe even on the lane of falling for him. Immediately, I shut my thoughts after thinking so. Who would fall in love with a girl like me? Who used to flirt with all those boys in a cheap way, wearing short skirts and her parents puppet? Who didn't even have the courage to tell him the truth about my life? I tried to close my eyes, and just in some time my tiredness drove me to my deep slumber.

I heard cries, silent sobs emerging and I opened my eyes to once again see him having a nightmare. I placed my hands on his face, gently nudging him to wake up and repeating,"Its just a nightmare" while he was screaming,"MOM!" and at last, he woke up with tears blurring his eyes. I once again took him in a hug as he looked like he needed it. He gently placed his head on top on mine and bawled his eyes out. After he was calmer than before, I asked him,"Do you want to talk about it?" He came out of the embrace and gave me a slight nod while placing his hand on top of mine and slowly interwining them in my lap. He looked at me with such longing that I didn't know what to say and he started speaking,"Are you sure you want to hear my sob story?" With a light chuckle, I replied,"As long as you are willing to share it." His eyes had a gleam as I looked into them and I knew that I'd said the words he wanted to hear.

He said slowly as if scared to even speak about it,"My father, he's a mafia. And because of that, I'd had a messed up childhood full of violence, drugs and even alcohol effects in front of me on display. And that's why my mother decided to be separated. With the help of my maternal grandparents , she filed for a divorce. I was really happy back then. It has been a year since, but in just a month after it, my mother was kidnapped by my father. I wasn't interested in being a part of his business, so he resorted to blackmail me with my mother's kidnapping and if I wouldn't take his orders, he would readily kill her. I even had seen his video of nearly killing my mother last time. And that's what haunts me everyday at night. That's the reason I can't let you escape. Otherwise, the consequences..." with that he broke down once again right in front of me and I had a hold over him. Maybe its time for him to know everything about me as well. 

"Well, I'm not going to run from you as I don't have anywhere to go. Only my maternal aunt and she's not at her best at the moment." His face twisted in confusion when I shrugged and said,"My parents really don't care about me" his eyes held sadness, worry and something more which I couldn't identify. "They just think about me as a business deal and with this kidnapping they have got rid of me." This time some stray tears betrayed me, while he held me in his arms and my eyes closed on their own accord driving me to a faraway land.