Samanthas POV
I sat on the same sofa I had lain upon a while ago. My knees were drawn up into my chest tightly as my arms wrapped around them. Blonde hair cascaded around me huddled together; I wouldn’t let him touch me again. Strangely after Tanya had left Max didn’t do anything with me, other than throw me in here and lock the door. My body ached so badly from fatigue and the countless events of pain I had encountered recently. I was actually quite happy with being locked alone in a room. For once I could think to myself without having to worry who I would be facing next.
If Harry was here right now he would probably comment on my smell. A small smile spread on my face of the thought of that but then a hollowness washed over me and I buried my head into my knees squeezing my stinging eyes closed. A small cooling of water ran behind my eyelids and when I re-opened them it started to run down my cold cheeks. I don’t know how much longer I can deal without Harry. It’s odd to think that a couple of months ago I was having Chris and Donny use me, well just Chris really. That I wanted to die so desperately, to leave this world into which I had come. I had messed up, I didn’t deserve to carry on living my life anymore. But now…I would never want to die. The thought of leaving Harry’s brown curls, and his green eyes with specks of yellow circling his pupil like it was a solar eclipse was unbearable. The sun trapped inside of his warm, golden body. The burning of his fingertips against the cold pale skin I had inherited. Opposites attract. He was the fire that would melt me instantly. And I was the ice that secured his love to me.
I always thought that I would be wrong for everyone. But not for Harry. What had I done to deserve something as beautiful and precious as this boy? Now I didn’t even have him. My heart was beating slower now and dying on its own because of this loss. How I just wanted those eyes to look into mine once more and then I would be able to let him go. But that was a lie. Every time I would let him go I would want him even more. It was like I was addicted to him. And the idea that I had given myself up to Max so they could all live better lives made me regret my decision completely.
Suddenly a faint clicking could be heard from the door behind me. I glanced over my shoulder nervously as the door handle pushed down. It swung open and Max stood there, he looked freshly showered and he held a tray of food in his hands. I watched him cautiously as he kicked the door behind him shut and made his way over. Cowering back into the sofa my body felt defeated and I couldn’t play strong any more. I guess I will always be weak, no matter what happens I am completely and utterly useless in this world.
He placed the tray on the small coffee table in front of me and sat down on the sofa. Quickly I moved away to the other end, still huddling my body close to me.
“Eat Samantha.” He said sternly and I could hear the faint rumbling within my stomach. I hadn’t eaten in a long time. He had offered me breakfast which I also declined before the massacre to try and kill me via my wrist had happened. Shaking my head as my stomach rolled with begs for food he took the glass of water and handed it to me. I didn’t dare take it. Not from anyone.
“You are being pathetic. You will die of starvation if you do not eat something.” I heard these words surface upon his lips and I cringed away from his glaring stare.
“You want me to die anyway. Why don’t you just lock me in here and let me starve?” I responded coldly but every time I did something like that he did nothing but smile deviously.
“You are stubborn aren’t you? Even when I try to help you don’t take it from me.” He said quietly, and the hairs all over my body stood up from how scared I was becoming. Once again he appeared to be moving closer to me. But I quickly spoke up distracting myself from his ever pressing gaze.
“Why would I take something from the person who is trying to ruin my life? I did nothing to deserve this. You are only playing a sick game.” I clenched my teeth and looked straight ahead as he stared at the side of my face. His breath was nearing me and I tried to focus on the mucky colour wall I had my eyes fixed on. I noticed the paint in the corners was slightly peeling away and a small picture frame of some sort of badly done abstract art hung there. I found myself becoming intrigued by it.
“You paint?” I said inquisitively. He followed my gaze to the painting. The swirls of black and grey hastily thrown upon its canvas reminded me of some sort of fight. It was as though the greying parts were trying to run from the black. But it overpowered it completely, showing how darkness was the winner. My body shivered and I quickly looked down away from it. My eyes caught the tray of food. Some sandwiches were on a chipped plate and I noticed a red gleaming apple by the side.
The hurt of hunger travelled through my pain twisted body and slowly not looking at Max’s stare, I took the apple into my hand. It felt heavy. Too heavy. My body was so weak it even ached to hold an apple. A piece of survival in the world which hurt to caress it. I ran my thumb over its smooth, shiny surface.
“Eat it. I haven’t poisoned it Cinderella.”
“Actually it was Snow White who ate the apple.” I retorted but he just laughed from it. Once again I shivered from his voice and huddled my legs into myself more. Slowly I took a bite from it and sweetness flooded into my mouth. Quickly I took another bite and carried on digesting the pieces of fruit.
“And to answer your question, no I don’t paint. Chris actually did that.” I gulped down the current piece I was chewing and coughed slightly when it finally became free from being stuck. My eyes travelled back to the painting and then back to Max.
His face was expressionless, his lip was in a thin line and his eyes had creases around the corners. Something I doubt from smiling, but more from ridden anger he possessed.
“I never knew Chris painted…”
“You never actually knew Chris though. He was my brother. Imagine losing your sister.”
“I’ve already lost Harry because of you. Don’t try and make me feel sorry about what happened in your life. Chris was crazy. He tried to kill me and Donny as well as himself. Not to mention you’ve killed people before and killed my…mother. So don’t you dare get upset now that it’s back on you.” I said angrily and I threw the half eaten apple down upon the tray. My sudden burst of rage seemed quite shocking to me but Max looked nothing but calm. His eyes resting on me.
“I took Harry in when he was doing drugs, smoking and drinking. I took care of him. He became very good friends with my brother. Our father use to abuse me and Chris. I remember once him trying to kill me. So we ran away from it all. It hit us hard. You know thinking how can someone who loves us want our lives to end? That’s when I thought about it. Love is nothing to me. It’s sick and the only thing it is good for is torture. When Harry left me I felt powerless. Chris then also left me. They went their separate ways and once again I had no one. I wanted revenge. Harry took my power and now I have you. Don’t worry though; Harry will see you again soon. I will take his power from him.”
Quietly he stood up and walked out of the room. My whole body had gone rigid for the sudden explanation Max had given me. I would see Harry soon. But what would that mean? Chris had left Max but obviously the painting proved to show how mental he had become. Their own father wanting them dead. The thought sickened me, but so did the idea that Max would kill anyone without a care because of it. If only he could see what love really is. But then again, he was right…Love is torture. Loving someone who doesn’t love you back can scar you for the rest of your life. The thought that the person you love can’t be with you can leave you so stranded your life is lost before your eyes.
But I would never stop loving Harry. Max would pay for what he had done.
My body slumped onto the sofa more and I lay down. I felt my head rest upon the soft cushions it supplied me and slowly my eyes started to droop closed. Before I knew it I was swirled up into a cloud of black and grey fighting for their lives.
A dream cascaded over my mind.
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Harry’s POV
I stood outside the book shop. Its tall height towered over me like a sky scarper. Its old details on the second floor looking like ancient ruins. The black and white panelling which hung across the second floor wall looked unnerving to me. As though some sort of message was trying to be shown but it was hidden by the hatred of the person who owned the store. Max.
It was obvious now. This store was going to close down ages ago. He had brought it. To what? Keep innocent people prisoner when really he was the one in the wrong. The knife I had was shoved into the waist band of my jeans, my shirt hiding it with ease. I really hadn’t thought about the idea of someone seeing me with a knife in daylight. The only thing that crossed my mind was the thought of Sam being in that building.
Books towered within the windows and people casually passed the dark store as though nothing was wrong in the world. How little they knew. I could faintly make out boxes in the background and a mixture of piles around the shop windows. Max was either packing or un-packing. I didn’t know. But soon he wouldn’t even care about that. He would be dead.
My doing.
And I didn’t care.
I walked casually across the empty road and to the entrance. Peering in I saw how still the atmosphere was. No shadows, no movement as though everything was dead. My mind swirled with adrenaline and strength. I was ready.
I thought back quickly to the other guys in my apartment. The looks on their faces when I had stormed out running. They would probably be here soon. I had to get this done before any of them could be hurt too.
Gently I turned the door knob. Surprisingly the door swung inwards revealing the darkened state of the shop. I had been expecting to kick the door down or something. Max really was losing his smart touch.
Closing the door back behind me I faced the same book shop I had been in before. It was crowded with small piles and cardboard boxes which were labelled with different genres. The knife in my jeans became slightly heavier when my hands started to produce sweat. I could die before even seeing her again by doing this. But it was the only chance I had.
Making my way past the books I noticed the small staircase and went down it. I came to the opening of the maze of book shelves and I caught a glimpse of a familiar corner. That corner when I had first felt Sam’s soft lips against mine, her beautiful pale skin looking like someone had made snow surrounded her. Her angelic features that made my eyes burn with tears. The thought of what state she would be in now made me angrier than I had ever felt before.
I pushed our first kiss out of my mind and replaced it with determination. Walking through the never ending book shelves I noticed a small door with the words “shop exit-private only.” written on it. The glass blown windows where slightly hazed so the onlooker wouldn’t be able to see anything that was going on behind. I took the knife out of my waist band and prepared myself for a fight with Max’s gang.
Sam is in there. My mind kept repeating over and over making my brows furrow with desire and my chest tighten with the need for her.
Quietly I twisted the door open and saw a long corridor. The walls were a disgusting brown colour, a few doors were along either side. All open apart from one in the middle. Sam. She was probably in there. Laughter was heard from a room the furthest away from me and I mentally thanked god I would be able to reach the middle one without being noticed.
I made my way down the corridor, my palms becoming sweaty on the hilt of the knife as I stood in front of the closed door. Breathing heavily I put my ear against it to make sure there was nothing happening inside. It was completely silent.
My hand turned the door knob and quietly I stepped into the room. The door shut behind me even quieter and I was faced with furniture.
A sofa had its back facing me in the middle of the room, chairs were all around the front where a big TV was placed. I noticed strange paintings on the walls and my heart rate sped up even faster. If someone came in now it would be the end.
Quietly I took a chair and pushed it under the door handle. Blocking the entrance to the room.
My legs started to shake when I crossed the room around the sofa, and that’s when I saw her.
Sam.

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Her small frail arm was hanging out over the edge of the sofa, it was tightly wrapped in a bandage which possessed red hues that had seeped through. She was shivering lightly and her eyelashes were beaten, but still they would flutter suddenly from the thought’s she was encountering. I noticed my black t shirt still hanging loosely around her small frame, it was dotted with red and looked destroyed. Her bare legs were shown tucked into her. Her small ankle looked bent in an awful position and my heart swelled with anger. It felt like Max’s laugh was plucking at it and ripping it apart. Gently I knelt down in front of her, I reached my arm up to touch her freezing cheek but I held it back suddenly. I didn’t want to scare her. If she made a noise Max would probably come running in because she was awake. The table in front of her showed a half-eaten apple as well as untouched food.
“Sam…” I choked out in a whisper and her eye lids crinkled with confusion as she slept. Her legs moved a little and her other hand fell across her tummy as she lay on her side. Blonde hair cascaded around her frame and it showed to be messy and knotty. Carefully I took the ends of her hair and started to twirl them around my fingers. The beauty they held made the hollowness disappear in my chest. Finally I was with her again. But the question was…how did we get out of here without them knowing?
“H-harry?” She said breathlessly and I moved closer to her. My face inches from her angelic one. I ran my fingers across her cheek bone lightly as she stirred under my touch. Her pale eyelids fluttered open and stared into mine. Her eyes were the same deep brown I remembered but slightly glassy and bloodshot. I kept caressing her cheek lightly and my forehead rested upon hers desperately.
“Oh my god Harry….” She sat up and her arms wrapped around me as tight as possible. Mine wrapped around her protectively as she cried into my shoulder. Squeezing my eyes shut I picked her up into my arms and buried her into me. I had my Sam back. My face was full of her hair as tears pricked the corners of my eyes and I kissed her neck hastily.
“Sam. Sam. Sam.” I kept saying over and over again as I held her against me hard. She was so much more lighter than before and her body was becoming bony. She pulled away and her eyes found mine. They were stained with tears and completely cloudy from the glistening water they possessed. I rested my forehead against hers as I took deep breaths. The warmth our bodies provided together was burning within me. My hand ran through her hair as I placed her on the floor lightly.
Samanthas POV
I softly ran my hands down his cheeks and felt our lips brush as he leaned down for me. I could feel his hands wrapped around my waist and he was keeping me against him desperately.
“Is this a dream?” I whispered as a few more tears leaked from my eyes. The warmth he supplied trailed along my cheek as his thumb brushed the tears away.
“No beautiful. I’m here. I’m here now Sam.” My heart beat sped as fast as possible and I crashed my lips against his. His warm hands cupped my face as he worked his mouth against mine with longing and desire. My hands trailed down his neck and down his back. Carefully as I moved into him more and his lips caressed mine with love, I trailed my hands under his shirt and up his back. My fingertips felt the warm brown skin. His back muscles being pushed out as he urgently kissed me with passion. My fingers delved into every available curve he had, as we broke away breathing heavily.
I could feel his hands moving up and down my arms, which were covered in small Goosebumps. His head was resting against mine and I felt my fingers hooking into the buttons of his shirt.
“Sam…not right now.” I ignored him, my body ached for his. Slowly I undid the buttons and it fell open fully. Revealing his tattooed chest and torso. I ran my hand down it slowly and kissed his neck softly. His head fell back slightly and a small moan was released from his lips. I carried on placing kisses down his body before getting onto my bruised knees. I started to undo his jeans but his hands grabbed my arms and I was pulled up into a hug.
“No Sam. Another time beautiful.” He caressed my cheeks once more and kissed me hard. My fingers ran into his frustrated curls and tugged on them gently.
Suddenly realisation hit me like a boulder. Harry was here. Max was here. If he saw him then Max wouldn’t hesitate to kill him. Quickly I pushed him away and stared at him with horror.
“Harry?! Are crazy? What are doing here?” I whispered angrily. He looked slightly shocked by my random reaction but took my face back into his warm touch. It didn’t matter any more about Max. I had Harry. His green flames surrounding his pupils puncturing into me and making me become even weaker.
“I had to find you. You think I could spend another second without you?” He said back, we were both trying to keep our voices low in case anyone would hear.
I looked into his eyes and my lip started wobble whilst I spoke.
“Harry…Max will kill you. It’s what he wants. Not me. You.” Harry’s face hardened and he protectively picked me up in his hold. My legs wrapped around his waist and I buried my face into the crook of his neck. His curls brushing along my cheek as I cried a little into him. “I can’t let you die Harry.”
Soft hand’s ran up and down my back with reassurance but that was lost when they started shaking.
“I can’t let you die Sam.” He said back quietly and I wrapped my around his neck tightly, holding him to me with despair.
“He will kill one of us. Either way the other suffers for the rest of their life Harry.” He carried me over to the sofa and lay down. I cuddled into him as he stroked my hair softly. Calming my racing heart beat with ease. Slowly it ran down the curve of my hips and onto my thigh. He brought my leg up and wrapped it around his waist, pulling me even closer to him. I could feel his hard chest against me and my head rested eye level with his.
“You won’t die Sam. I will make sure you can have a life after all of this is over. You can meet someone who is better for you. They will make you laugh, you can have children and get married. It’s better that way. I’ve ruined everything for you.”
“No. No-no.”
“Shhhh I will get you out of here. But I can’t say the same for myself. You know I’ll give myself to Max to die. You know I will if that means saving you.”
“No Harry you can’t. Please. We will think of something. Anything. You never ruined my life, you made it better. I can’t even think of it without you. No one will ever be able to make me feel the way you make me feel.” Tears ran down my cheeks and his thumb kept caressing them away. I noticed his eyes were also cloudy with tears and he rested his forehead against mine.
We lay silently for a few moments and I slowly rested my ear against his chest. A small thudding, could have been heard ticking beneath it. His heart. For some reason the sound was so beautiful if it ever stopped my whole life would shatter around it.
“Promise me I will hear this heart beat again.” I mumbled through tears as he stroked every part of my shaking body that he could. “We can’t be saying good bye again Harry. We can’t”
“Calm down Sam, calm down. It’s alright. We aren’t saying goodbye. But if one of us gets to leave, it will be you. I promised you I would come and get you out of here. And that’s what I’m going to do.”
“I promise you Harry, I’m not going out of here with you.” I felt his gaze on me as my chin was lifted up. His sweet plump lips pressed hard onto mine and I opened my mouth to give him everything. His warm hand travelled under his shirt I wore and caressed around my tummy.
The door was thrown open and Harry jumped up with me in his arms. I felt him becoming angry and extremely protective. Max entered and looked shocked, but laughed when he saw us. My shaking body was held against Harry tightly, his breath on the top of my head, as I leant on him for support. My whole body was numb with fear. I knew if I become even weaker I would started to feel my bones crack under it.
“Harry. I was actually expecting you. Samantha thought she had a smart idea and you would find out where she was…and all the guys would come with you and save the day.”
He walked around the room and Harry followed his every move, like it was prey.
“But no. That was wrong. I wanted you to come. I know how protective you are of her. I know that as soon as you found out where she was you would come rushing to be with her. You thought you were smarter than me Samantha. But no. What happens when I take you both somewhere and everyone else comes rushing here to find you…but instead they are killed by my gang? Smart one you are.” He winked at me and I fell into Harry as my legs gave away completely.
“Don’t do anything to them.” I spat at him but Harry wouldn’t let me go.
“What do you want now Max?” Harry said emotionless. I could feel his fingers twirling the ends of my hair as he attempted to calm me down.
“I want to see what love really does…I want to see what lengths you will both go through for each other. Maybe I should torture Sam to save your life. Maybe I should make her sit and watch you fuck someone else with a gun to her head.”
He turned to face us completely.
“Maybe I should get you to kill her yourself.”
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Notes

Thank you all for reading! It means a lot to me. Seriously. Your comments keep me going and even though i've been quite sick recently I have been able to write because of all of you! :D

The next chapter should be out soon.
I really hate Max. LikE WITH A BURNING PASSION. Maybe in the next chapter he can just suddenly die on the spot. YAY HAPPY DAYSSSS

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