He says he came to this cabin to keep me safe and take care of me, but all he's done is muddle my head even more than it already was.
I thought I understood who he was. I thought he'd press a gun to my temple the first time he laid eyes on me again.
Instead, he's making me bite back his name in the bathtub and carrying me off to unknown second locations.
I thought I knew Sam, but I'm not sure I know anything anymore.
"Somewhere dangerous then," he deadpans.
If I didn't think it would only hurt me more than it would him, I'd slap his chest. As it is, I hang uselessly in his arms as he carries me down the front steps and across the lawn.
He ducks through a break in the foliage, shielding me from the twigs and branches. When we come out on the other side, a hulking gray jeep with tires
