The sound of my shoe's heels clinked against the ground and echoed in my ears. The keys tangled with one another, jumping up with every jolt of my hip, when I took a step, my hands stuffed inside my lab coats pockets.

My lab coat was very useful. It had a numerous amount of pockets, giving me a lot of space to put my belongings in. It was very handy and I was pleased with the simple piece of uniform I was given.

A tired yawn escaped my lips, making my eyes water slightly. I missed my bed, let me be more specific - my new bed. It was extremely comfortable and after a long, tiresome day at work, I couldn't wait to fall asleep in it.

With a small smile and a peaceful silence dancing in the air, I made my way over the cherry colored door. I took out my keys, placing them inside the hole. Just as I was about to twist the door open, I heard someone call my name,

"Belle!" Daniel yelled. I snapped my head over to his direction, furrowing my brows in confusion.

"Daniel? W-What's the matter?" I asked, a little concerned and confused. However my concern washed away when seeing a grin peak out onto his lips. Although, the concern still lingered.

"I can go home!" He let out breathlessly. My brows raised and I found myself smiling in happiness for him.

"Really? That's great!" I beamed. He nodded, catching his breath.

"Yeah, I can't wait to see the little ones again and of course, Sherry." He dreamily said, thinking about his perfect family. My smile threatened to fall flat, when I felt a strange surge of envy, but I pushed it aside.

"I'm sure they miss their father and I'm sure Sherry misses a man to keep her bed warm at night." I winked, earning a smirk from him.

Men.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll make it up to them all. Especially Sherry." A glint crossed his eyes and I found myself scrunching my nose at him, but laughed.

"You're so gross! I don't need details." I got out through my laughter. He shrugged, running a hand through his brown locks of curls, which bounced slightly. When there was a short silence, I got confused to as why he was still standing here and not running out the entrance door.

"What are you doing here?" I blurted out. His brows raised slightly and I blushed, realizing how rude that must have sounded.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it that way. It's just you seem so thrilled about returning home and you're here..." I rambled on, trailing off to hear a response from him. That's when a nervous and slightly guilty expression danced into his face.

"Y-Yeah...about that..." He trailed off. My brows furrowed and I pulled my key out of its hole.

"I sort of need for you to do me a big favour... I want to leave as soon as possible, as you just said, but I need to lock up some inmates cells before I do." He explained to me. I nodded my head in response, but my brows were still furrowed in confusion.

"Okay...so you want me to do that for you?" I asked. A little hesitant, he nodded his head.

"Yeah...but you don't have to, if you don't want to. It only takes about fifteen or twenty minutes." He hurriedly said. I chuckled, shaking my head at him.

"No, no, it's fine. I'll do it." I smiled. He raised a brow, a little surprised.

"Seriously?" He questioned. I nodded my head.

"Sure, just give me the keys and get out of here. You're wasting time!" I playfully said. He huffed out a breath, a grin etching onto his lips.

"Thanks, B. You're the best." He breathed, pulling out a pair of keys and handing them over to me. I took them, examining them.

"It's the gold one. It's the same lock for all the inmates cells." He told me. I nodded, gripping on to it, so I wouldn't loose it.

"Alright, thanks." I mumbled.

"Welcome and thanks again for doing this!" He called over his shoulder as he began walking away.

"Have fun!" I yelled back. He raised up a thumb, as if he was saying 'I will'.

"By the way, my section is the first ground!" He called out.

"See you in a day or two, Belle!" He lastly said, his figure fading away as he stepped down the stairs.

I let out a small breath, my eyes darting back to the pair of keys in my hands. With a small sigh and shrug, I took out the piece of paper showing the prisons layout, my eyes skimming over it.

I followed the path, passing a few rooms and taking occasional left and right turns, to change directions. A few guards were walking about surveying the area and making sure all the inmates were in the their cell.

Finally, I reached where the cells were. The cell corridor was narrow, only fitting jail cells on one side, while the other remained a blank wall, painted a simple black. I swallowed, feeling a little nervous as I walked towards the first cell.

I swallowed down the gulp in my throat and hesitantly glanced inside the cell. The inmate was in sweats, sitting up in his cell and holding what looked like an MP3 in hands. His eyes landed on me, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he bobbed his head and glanced away.

I locked the lock, before moving onto the cell two. In this cell, the inmate was fast asleep, a white blanket over his past out body. I made sure to lock the cell, before moving onto the others. As I continued on with my job, I lost the nerves inside my stomach. None of the inmates paid attention to me. Some were awake and others were sleeping, but they never said anything.

In-fact, one or two of them were my patients. Eventually, I reached the second last one, that was when my nerves reappeared. The inmate was doing press ups, his bold head shining brightly with the light aimed at it.

When my eye traveled over to his exposed arm, I realized I had seen this inmate before. 'Mark'...I think his name was. I wasn't sure, but something about him made me want to shiver. Swallowing, I hurriedly locked the lock with shaky hands, before he could see me.

Just as he was about to look up, I walked over to the last cell. It was the last cell in this ground. The twelfth one, I believe.

I lost count.

When I looked up to view who was inside, I found myself smiling lightly.

"Sam," I blurted out, a little surprised to see him. He was sitting on a weak looking wooden bench, across from his single metal bed. His brows were furrowed slightly in concentration as his eyes were on a notebook in his hands. His hoodie was off, but he was wearing a white tank, exposing muscular arms, covered with ink patterns.

His head shot up when hearing the sound of my voice. His blonde locks of hair bounced with his movement. I found myself blushing, trying to tear my eyes away from his muscular arms. They were so...so toned.

"Belle," My name left his lips as a low rasp. I had to steady my breathing. I tore my eyes away, feeling a blush burn against my cheeks. I was just thankful that it was dark and he wouldn't be able to see me.

"Uh, hi." I quietly said, taking a step closer towards the barred cell wall, separating us. He licked his lips, putting the book and pen in hands to aside, before standing up.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned sounding confused and surprised. I lifted up the hand holding the gold key, while the others weighed down the key-chain.

"I'm locking up for Daniel. He got permission to leave." I told him, putting my hand back down. He nodded, running a hand through his hair. I glanced at the inked muscle, which clenched with his movement.

He was just so hot.

"Belle," I heard him call, making me glance away. I blushed even more, clearing my throat when seeing him raise an arched brow.

"S-Sorry, but I was just wondering about the tattoos on your arm." I whispered. His eyes darted to his exposed arm, as if he had forgotten they were on show.

"They're nice." I whispered. A soft chuckle left his lips and he looked back up at me, a smile playing on his pink lips.

"Thanks," He rasped. I blushed.

Get a grip on yourself, Belle!

Stop blushing like a little school girl!

I mentally told myself.

Shaking off my thoughts, I remembered why I was here in the first place. I cleared my throat, reaching forward to lock his cells door. I didn't look him in the eye, because an odd guilt built in my stomach. I wasn't sure why.

I think it was because I was locking him in and zeroing his chance of escape...

I frowned, pushing my thoughts to aside. I needed to stop over thinking situations.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping?" I softly asked him, trying to change the thoughts running through my mind. He looked a little startled from hearing my voice, causing him to tense for a second, before relaxing.

He shrugged in response. I chewed down on my bottom lip, slipping the set of keys in my lab coats pocket.

Told you it was useful.

"I can't sleep with a heavy mind." He raspy voice said. My eyes followed him as he turned his back, going back to sit on the bench. It shook a little, but didn't break. I found myself letting out a small breath of relief.

"What's running through your mind?" I hesitantly asked, shoving my hands inside my pockets. What sounded like a snort mixed with a scoff, left his lips.

"It doesn't matter, Belle. I get that you're my therapist and during therapy sessions it's your job to listen and act as if you care, but we're not in a session, so you can drop the act." He replied in a hushed tone. My heart deflated, and a frown etched onto my lips.

"Why would you even say something like that, Sam?" I breathed out in disbelief. His head clocked over to me.

"Yes, I am your therapist, yes it is my job - but that doesn't mean I listen because I have too. And who says I don't care?" I found myself saying. His eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. An intense silence washed into the air. I sighed, pushing up my glasses.

"L-Look, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to lash out on you like that, but you're wrong. I listen because I want to and I care about you, because I just do. I...I guess I'm sort of like your friend, you can trust me with whatever's running through your mind." I paused, glancing down at the ground.

"But it doesn't matter if you don't want to tell me. I understand. I'm sorry for putting you in an awkward situation. I get it, it's not normal for you and I to have a normal conversation like this and not to feel as if it's a session. Sorry." I rambled on.

My response was silence.

Reluctantly, I glanced up at him. He was looking back at me, his hazel eyes glinting a little. I didn't know I was blushing until I felt the slight burn. A low breath left his lips and he ran a hand across his blonde hair.

"Don't be sorry, Belle. I was just being a dick and I guess you're sort of right...I'm just a little hesitant when it comes to trusting people." His husky voice said. I nodded in understanding. A little silence waved across the air, and I shifted on spot a little.

I watched as Sam picked up the notebook he had put aside a second ago, and flipped it open.

"What's that?" I blurted out, without giving it a second thought. The sudden tension from before, fading away.

"A notebook." He bluntly said. I gave him 'are you serious' look, which made his lips curl into a smile. Followed by a husky laugh.

"You know what I mean." I found myself saying with a slight laugh. His eyes beamed...almost as if he liked the sound of my laughter. I shook off my thoughts.

Stop overthinking, Belle!

"If you mean what I use it for...then it's for...uh, poems." He said, with a few pauses.

As if he was scared I'd judge him.

My ears perked up and a smile of interest, grew onto my lips.

"Really?"

He nodded his head. "Yeah...I just write my thoughts down, but as a poem."

"That's a cool idea. Got any good ones?" I questioned playfully, but a hint of seriousness laced onto my words. He shrugged, chuckling softly.

"I don't know about that. It's just more of a hobby." He honestly told me. I smiled, pushing up my glasses.

"You know, beside my dream of becoming a boxer, I sort of wished I could become a singer or a songwriter...some shit like that." He said with a chuckle. My smile widened.

"Don't give up on it, Sam. You never know where life may take you...surprises are around every corner." I whispered. His eyes gleamed, the golden orbs brightening a little as they looked at me.

"You're right about that." He rasped, staring right at me. I blushed, glancing down at the ground beneath me.

I sure am.

I thought to myself about Sam. It had only been about four days since I met this intriguing human being and as the days past, he never once failed to surprise me. He had me pulled from the very moment my eyes landed on him.

As I had said before; there was just something about him.

Pushing my thoughts to aside, a yawn left my lips. I glanced at Sam, watching him arch a amused brow.

"Someone's tired."

I nodded my head, playfully rolling my eyes. He chuckled in response.

"Well, you better head to bed then. You need as much sleep as you can get." He told me, suddenly sounding like a father. I smiled, sheepishly biting down on my bottom, learning another trait of Sam's.

He was caring.

"I guess I will...and you should, too." I played. He chuckled, nodding his head at me.

"I will."

"I'll see you tomorrow. Good night." I smiled at him.

"Night, Belle." His lips twitching into a small smile. With one last glance, I turned on my heels, walking away from his cell. I bit down on my bottom lip, trying to prevent a smile, failing terribly.

But as I walked past the cell next to Sam's, my smile dropped. The bold inmate was awake, sitting on the ground, his back against the brick wall as he stared at me with a smirk.

"Nice seeing you, sweetheart." He flirted, winking at me. I frowned at him, feeling an embarrassed blush grow onto my cheeks. He chuckled at my reaction and suddenly stood onto his feet. He approached the barred wall, which I was suddenly thankful for.

"Or should I say, Belle." He whispered my name lowly. My eyes widened and disgust and violation grew in my stomach. His eyes were skimming over me, from head to toe. Lingering on my chest and hips.

"You're sick." I muttered, shaking my head at him before turning away from. I still felt an uneasy as I walked away from his cell. His horrible cackle sound of laughter, echoing through my ears.

I tried to push it to aside and focus my mind on something else. And then I did, my mind thinking back to one person which had me captivated from the first day. The smile on my lips was unable to be suppressed.

Sam Christopher Blake.

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Hey guys! What did you all think of this chapter? Did you like it or not? Belle and Sam moment here. Anyways, I've already told you this is different from ARRANGED, meaning it's more focused on Belle and Sam, but what do you think about Mark? A perv, am I right?

Also, editing and @ 14 year old me... WHY?