When I found out I could go and see Sam, I didn't hesitate. Excitement as well as worry floated inside my stomach as I followed Daniel. Just as I was about to head into my room, he had suddenly stopped me, telling me Sam was asking for me. 

Therefore, I followed behind him, my stomach churning. 

I just hoped he wasn't hurt badly.

"Be quiet, B." Daniel mumbled, leading me to the storage room he was waiting inside for me in. I grew more anxious with every step I took.

"We don't want anybody getting suspicious." He murmured as we passed a guard. He was short and plump, his body leaning against the wall. Small sounds, which sounded like snores, left him. I held in a laugh.

"Sleeping on the job, great work, Jacob." I heard Daniel say. I grinned, mimicking his footsteps. 

"Alright, he's in there." He paused outside a door. The light was on, illuminating the sign hung on the door. 'Storage Closet', it read in bold letters. My heart grew heavy for a second, as Daniel reached out turn the door open. Swallowing, I followed him inside, closing the door behind him.

Instantly, my eyes landed on him. His head was bowed, staring at the ground. I didn't hesitate as I ran forward and wrapped my arms around him, his body startling in surprise.

"I'll be guarding the door." Daniel said, the sound of the door closing following. I didn't know I was crying until I heard myself sniffle. It was then his arms wrapped around me, tightly pulling me into him. His pressed his head into my stomach, inhaling sharply.

"A-Are you alright?" I whispered, not yet pulling back. I just felt the need to be close to him. He didn't say anything, but nodded his head. For some odd reason, I felt as if he was lying. Pulling back, I pursed my lips at him, using a free hand to wipe my watery face.

His head was still buried into my stomach.

"Sam," I called. My response was silence, not a single movement from him. Frowning slightly, I reached out to pull down his hood. He still didn't move. I tugged it off, exposing his grey hat to my eyes. It was cotton, on the verge of being worn out.

I slowly let a finger trail across the top of his bowed head, wishing I could pull it off. So I did. Hesitantly, I tugged it off, and still he didn't move. His head remained pressed into my stomach. Swallowing, I ran a hand through his blonde locks. They were beautiful.

"Did he get you?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. My heart paused in anticipation, awaiting his response. And after a few good seconds - I received silence. The frown deepened on my lips, and I found myself reaching out tug his chin up. But I failed too.

"Look at me, Sam." I softly said. He shook his head.

"Please. Don't close me out." I pleaded, sounding desperate. 

"I don't want you to seem me like this." He rasped, lowly. My heart jumped a little from hearing him suddenly speaking after a long silence. A little tug went off in my heart.

"What do you mean?" I heard myself ask. His reply was silence.

"Sam," I pressed, reaching out to tug up his chin. This time, my movement didn't fail. Our eyes locked, his eyes looking emotionless. A gasp left my lips as I let my eyes trail further across his face, an unfamiliar feeling tugging violently at my heart.

Red, purple bruises painted on both his cheeks. Dry blood dripped down his nose, and what looked like a scratch, placed above his eyebrow. My eyes widened at the sight, my mouth parting.

"Sam..." I whispered, my words trembling with shock. A wave of emotion crossed his eyes, and he sighed, glancing down at the ground. 

"What did he do to you?" Shaking, I felt a small tear escape my eyes. 

"I got him. I got him good. But he got me back better." He lowly growled. Confused from his reply, I didn't question him. Instead, I glanced around, looking for a possible first aid kit. My eyes landed on a cupboard, hoping it would have a kit inside. Silence danced in the air as I made my way over to it, searching through it. 

Relief flooded me when I felt the box beneath my hand. I just knew this storage closet would have one, especially if it could have other random stuff. Smiling slightly, I made my way back over to Sam. His eyes were narrowed and locked on me.

Finding a wooden chair in the corner of the room, I dragged it over to where Sam was sitting and positioned it across from him.

"Let me fix you....just this one time." My words were meant to be sincere, but a little playful. Our eyes locked with one another, a small graze of amusement crossed his eyes.

"Just this one time." He repeated the last of my sentence. An odd tingle went off in my heart, and I softly smiled at him. Glancing down at the first aid box sitting in my lap, I pulled it open, taking out cotton bods, antibacterial liquid and a plaster to cover the open wound above his eyebrow.

It was times like this, having a degree in medicine came useful.

"This may sting a little." I told him, with a small grimace of my own. When the cotton bud came in contact with his wound, he didn't even flinch. Letting out a small breath, I cleaned up the rest of his bruised, bleeding face. My heart was aching as I continued with my actions.

When I finished, I pulled out the white plaster. I slipped off the access paper covering the glue, and held it up to his wound. I carefully patted it down, making sure it was right on place.

"There," I whispered, my eyes lingering on the white plaster. Sighing softly, I packed away the equipment and placed the box to aside. When I glanced up at him, his eyes were carefully trained on me. They were stuck on me as if they were glue, grazing over my face.

"What?" I whispered quietly, smiling a little. His eyes darted towards my lips, before darting back up to my eyes. He said nothing. I reached out to touch his face, gently letting a hand trail over his fresh bruises and it pained me.

It pained me to know Mark intentionally harmed Sam. Intentionally tried to bruise his beautiful face. That he would stoop to such a low level. 

Exhaling, I leaned forward on my chair to rest my forehead against his. Strangely enough, being close to Sam was the only warmth I ever felt around this prison. As if he knew this, he wrapped his arms around me and swiftly placed me on his lap. I straddled him, his arms wrapped around my waist. Our foreheads touching.

"Be careful." I softly breathed. I placed a gentle kiss above his plastered forehead.

"You should too, Belle." He murmured lowly. I pulled back to examine his face, arching a confused brow.

"What do you mean?" I found myself asking once again. The corner of his lips deepened into a frown.

"There's people like Mark out there, Belle. Now that you're mine, I'll protect you. But I won't be there with you always, so be careful. I don't - I won't lose you." He rasped, his eyes darkening. I was a little surprised from his sudden words, but I didn't put too much into it.

"You won't." I firmly told him. What looked like relief flooded his eyes and he nodded, placing his head into my chest. I wrapped my arms around his head, leaning mine on top of his. It felt so natural being this close to him. So natural how we both fit with one another. 

"My precious Belle." I heard him whisper, and smile danced onto my lips. Tingles floated around in my stomach when he gently squeezed my side.

"Yours." I said into his ear. 

Twenty minutes later, we left the storage closet. Daniel had come in to tell us he was going off his shift and that he was feeling tired. I didn't want to be selfish, but nor did I want to leave Sam alone after this. I wanted to be close to him.

Therefore, I sneaked him into my room. Of course with the help of Daniel. He distracted a guard on duty, as we slyly made our way past him. When we entered my room, I closed the door behind me, letting out a relieved breath.

"I'll be here at seven in the morning to take Sam to his cell." Daniel had told me. Nodding, I thanked him one last time, before settling down on the bed beside Sam. He was sitting up, running a hand through his locks of hair, looking rather concentrated on the carpeted ground beneath us.

However, my eyes were set on his bruises. I loathed them. I loathed the person behind them. I loathed that there was pain with them. And suddenly, I remembered to ask a important question dancing at the very back of my mind.

"Why did he...he do this?" I gulped. He stilled with his movement, peering up at me with those captivating orbs of his. My eyes trailed over his bruises, letting out as sigh.

"Because he wanted to get back at me." He replied in a monotone. A sigh left his lips and he diverted his eyes back to the ground. He was acting strange, different than before.

"What's wrong, Jay?" I heard myself ask.

"Please," I added on. His eyes darted to me for a second.

"You won't understand." He flatly replied. I pursed my lips, twisting the ring my mother gave me on my finger. Sometimes I even forgot it was there, since I had never taken it off. It was real gold.

"Try me, Sam. I'm here to understand you." I inched closer, our thighs touching. I reached out to wrap my arms around his torso, leaning my head against his shoulder. A deep breath left his lips and he shifted, wrapping his arm around me, tugging me closer towards him.

"I just felt...felt like when my father used to beat me. I felt hopeless for a second. Shook from the sudden movement of his fist connecting with my nose - it just brought back memories. Memories I don't ever want to relive." He lowly told me. My stomach churned.

"But I hit him back. And then they all went away." He firmly said. Silence lingered in the air for a few seconds and I let his words sink in. Violence reminded Sam of his past. Being helpless reminded me of his past. And power...it too reminded him of his past.

But how did it get there with the rest?

Shaking off my thoughts, my hands trailed over to interlock with his. His body tensed at the sudden movement, but he showed no move to push me off, instead he embraced it. I inwardly took note of that; he was hesitant towards touch.

"How'd you get these?" I softly asked him, my eyes studying the scars and cuts on his beautifully masculine knuckles. Oddly, they had me fantasized.

"I used to spar all the time in the gym. Sometimes without any source of protection." He rasped. Absentmindedly, I believe, he rubbed my back. I hid a smile at that.

"I like your hands." I blurted out, without thinking. Blushing, I glanced up at him, a low rumble of laughter leaving him. The sound traveled right down to my core. I shivered.

"Thank you. And my hands, they like you too." He smirked, his hands traveling up from my side to squeeze my breast. I yelped in surprise, only earning a chuckle from him. Rolling my eyes, I grinned at him.

My Sam was coming back.

"What's that?" I heard him ask. I followed his curious gaze, my eyes landing on the ring on my finger. Smiling, I lifted up my hand to get a better view.

"My, uh, my mom gave it to me. It's sort of like a family generation thing. One day I'll pass it down to my daughter - if I have one." I awkwardly giggled. I glanced up at Sam, who looked to be in deep thought. Clearing my throat, I reached out to trail a hand over his face. He snapped out of his daze.

"You okay?" 

He smiled, a little glint waving across his eyes. He nodded.

A small pause of silence danced into the air and I shifted, leaning onto Sam's side. He pulled me in closer, leaning down to press soft kisses against my face. I giggled from the stubble brushing against my face.

"It tickles." I buried my face into his neck. He chuckled, suddenly picking me up and placing me down, so a pillow was beneath my head. He suddenly hovered over me, our eyes locking as he slowly leaned down. My heart drummed a little faster, awaiting the feeling of his lips against mine. And then they met.

Tingles erupted in the low of my stomach, my lips softly moving against his. His wet tongue mingled into mine, sensually moving with mine. A moan left my lips, arching myself into him, wanting to get more of his touch. His hands left his sides, traveling up to grope my breasts.

I softly whimpered, my nipples hardening, needing some attention. Breathlessly, he pulled back and placed his lips against my neck. Biting down on my bottom lip, I let my hands leave my side and inch towards his already hardened member.

"Not today, baby." He rasped, making me blush. He pulled his face out my neck, placing his lips against mine once again. It was a small chaste kiss, before he pulled back. He positioned himself beside me, tucking me into his chest. Warmth sparkled my heart.

It was an amazing feeling to lay beside the one you loved.

"Did you ever think I'd walk into your life?" I found myself asking him, the question randomly leaving my lips. I glanced up at him, letting my fingers draw shapes on his chest.

"Truthfully? No, I never dreamed of having someone so beautiful, so precious, so innocent in my life." His words made my heart flip.

"But what do you know? Surprise is around every corner." He chuckled, quoting my words I had said to him before. The corner of my lips curled upwards.

I was tempted to say the three words I didn't know much about it, but kept them to myself.

For now.

"And now that I have you, Belle. I'll never let you go." He whispered, and I didn't bother to hide the smile. He tugged me a little closer to him, my ear pressed against the soothing sound of his beating heart. It was in that moment, I realized I had fallen too deep. There was no way out.

"I won't let you." I heard myself whisper.

Just like I would never let myself lose him.

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Hey guys! This entire chapter was just Belle and Sam, so I hoped you enjoyed it. Once again, I had a little writer's block, but that must have been because I had a little time space of writing. What did you all think of the chapter? And what do you think will happen next?