Chapter Three

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(A/N) HEYYYYYYYYYY LOVLIES! Of course you know me, I'm Grace :) I just wanted to thank anyone who is reading this. So person who is reading this right now. You. Are. Awesome :) But I need to know how this is to other people. Like, comment, vote, hate, just do anything to help me out please!

I woke up to hear low voices. "You found her on the side of the road?" I instantly recognized the voice as Beth's. I groaned and sat up. Suddenly everything came rushing back to me. My dad slapping me. Laying in the road. Wanting to die. I shot up off the couch I was laying on and ran towards the kitchen. I had been at Beth's house so much, I knew where to find what I wanted. I grabbed a knife out of the drawer and I was about to plunge it into my heart when a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist and picked me up. "Put the knife down Danielle." Said the owner of the amazingly buff arms. It wasn't Beth, the voice was too deep. I stuggled against him and the knife dropped out of my hand. The stranger sighed in relief, "Good.........good." He said as he placed me back on the floor. I reached down to pick the knife back up but he picked me up again and slung me over his broad shoulder. "Hey!" I yelled, hitting his back with my fists, "Put me down you psyco!"

 I heard him chuckle, "You really think hitting me with your little fists will make me put you down?"

 I sunk my teeth into his shoulder and he let out a yelp and placed me down. I finally got a good look at him. He was the cute guy from the mall. God was he hot.

 "Did you just BITE me?" He asked while rubbing his shoulder.

 I shrugged, "You wouldn't put me down."

 "Because you were going to kill yourself!" He yelled, "I couldn't just stand and watch my best friend kill themself!"

I looked at him, "Best friend? I don't even KNOW you!" I started to turn away when his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.

 He pulled me towards him, "Look into my eyes Danielle. Look into my eyes and tell me that you don't know me."

 I looked into his eyes, "I don't...................." I stopped as I was pulled in by their beauty. They were green, jade green.  They were filled with helplessness and begging. I kept looking and finally it dawned on me. I stumbled back and hit the table. I looked at him, "Sam?"

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