Before I Met You

~Sam's P.O.V~
At lunch, Harry and I were talking about things we could do over the weekend.
He stopped talking and his eyes trailed behind me.
I turned around and saw a girl walk into the cafeteria. She was beautiful.
I smacked Harry's cheek lightly and scowled.
"W-what?" He stuttered, snapping back into reality.
"Harry." I said.
He raised his eyebrows. "What?"
I stared at him for a minute. He realized what he did and turned a massive shade of crimson red.
"Sorry babe." He said, kissing my cheek.
I smiled. "It's fine. I know she's pretty."
Then, to make things awkward, the girl came over and sat at our fucking table.
"Hi." She said shyly.
"Out of all the tables in the cafeteria, you choose this one?" I hissed at her.
She frowned. "Sorry. I just thought you guys look friendly."
"Bull shit. You try to become friends with a guy and his girl and then you fucking try to get in the guy's pants. It always works that way honey." I snapped.
Standing up, I slammed my chair into the table and stormed off.
"Sam." Harry called after me.
"Where are you going?" A teacher asked.
"Fucking no where." I mumbled and pushed by him.
I walked around the halls for a while before I felt a hand on my back.
"Yo Sam." I recognized Niall's voice.
I stopped and turned around.
"I saw what happened at lunch." He frowned.
"What about it?" I spat.
"Don't worry about that hoe. Trust me, she's not a threat. Harry might look at her, but Harry is the most faithful guy ever. Trust me."
I smiled slightly. "Thanks Niall."
He nodded and walked off.
The rest of the day seemed to drag on as I thought about how stupid I was at lunch.
"Hey." Harry said as I got my soccer bag out of my locker.
"I thought you wouldn't want to talk to me after I was a bitch at lunch." I mumbled.
He rolled his eyes. "Don't be silly Sam."
I smiled and he grabbed my hand. "I love you."
"And I love you." I replied.
After practice, Harry took me home like the usual.
All that week, the girl, who I found out was named Casey Wickers, tried to sit with Harry and I everyday.
But every time, I had managed to scare her off.
Harry thought I was overreacting, but something was off about her. She seemed to want to talk to me just as much as she did with Harry. I was not buying the whole "you two seem nice and I want to be friends blah blah" shit.
Another two weeks had passed since Casey showed up to our school.
"Hey Sam." Harry said jogging up to me.
I smiled. "Hey. What's up?"
"I can't take you home after practice today. I, uh... I have to skip today to go to a doctor's appointment." He said.
I shrugged. "That's fine. I'll just walk."
He kissed my cheek. "I'll stop over later though to make it up?"
I nodded. "Will do."
"Bye. Love you." He said.
"And I love you." I called back as he walked away.
I headed out to the field and kicked a ball around with Brooke.
"So when's Harry coming over?" She asked.
"How do you know?" I said, stopping the ball.
Her eyes widened. "W-what?! I just assumed that he would be coming over like usual."
I furrowed my brows. "You're lying to me. It's pretty fucking obvious Brooke."
"No I'm not!" She insisted.
I crossed my arms.
"Sam. I'm not. I just knew about his doctors appointment and that he had told me that he felt really bad about not taking you home like usual and I suggested that he should come over."
I smiled and softened up. "Awe. Thanks."
She smiled. "No problem."
After practice, I grabbed my bag and started heading home.
Walking down Rossman street, I got goosebumps all of a sudden and felt like I was being watched again."
I picked up my pace a little bit and tried to get home as fast as I could.
Once I got to the house, I walked inside and locked the door behind me.
Going upstairs, I changed into a new pair of clothes and sat on my bed to do homework.
Karen wouldn't be home till later and I knew if I didn't do my homework now, I would sure as hell get a huge lecture from her later.
~Unknown's P.O.V~
I parked my car in front of Samantha's driveway. Now was the time to strike. I had to make my move.
Making my way to the front door, I pulled out my lock pick and opened the front door easily.
I looked around and smiled. Nice house.
Samantha wasn't downstairs so I made my way up.
Looking in a few rooms, I didn't find her. And then, I hit the jackpot.
She was facing away from me bending over a textbook.
I slowly and quietly crept behind her until I was basically hovering over her.
Her head snapped around and her eyes widened with fear.
I lunged at her and she screamed.
~Sam's P.O.V~
I felt someone hovering over me.
I quickly turned my head to become face to face with a complete stranger.
He lunged quickly at me, taking me by complete surprise.
I screamed as he shoved me up against the wall.
Kicking and swinging my fists, one of them hit him and he stumbled back, but recovered quickly.
He punched me in the jaw, making me dizzy.
He slammed me against my full length mirror, making it shatter instantly on contact.
Big, heated hands wrapped around my neck as he tried to strangle me.
I gasped for air and I reached for a shard of glass.
Gripping it firmly, I winced as it cut into my hand.
I slashed the man's cheek and he screamed out with pain.
I ran downstairs and grabbed the phone, calling 911.
"911 what's your emergency?" The operator asked.
"There's a man in my house. He's tying to kill me." I sobbed.
"Mam. I'm tracking your call right now. Get out of the house immediately. I'm sending help right away." She said.
The man stumbled down the stairs and I whimpered. "Please hurry."
He looked at me and just laughed. "You're a feisty one."
I ran towards the door, but he somehow beat me to it.
He shoved me down, causing me to crash down onto the floor.
I stood up and backed away.
He picked me up and slammed me down onto the coffee table, making it break into splinters of wood.
He kicked me several times before dragging me towards the front door.
I tried to grab onto anything, but nothing worked.
"HELP ME PLEASE." I screamed.
"Shut the fuck up. No one is going to rescue you princess." The man bellowed.
I kicked my foot out of the man's grip.
"You don't fucking give up, do you?" He screamed.
He grabbed a leg off of the broken coffee table and hovered over me, wiping blood from his cheek.
"No! Please!" I begged.
He chuckled. "Night night princess."
And that was the last thing I heard or saw.
Author's notes:

Sorry I haven't updated in a while guys!! I've been busy!
:O what's gonna happen to Sam!?!

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