I closed my eyes because I respected and felt Sam's eagerness for me to listen. Even when questions of how I temporarily turned deaf without explanation, I stuck with my words.
However, part of me wanted to see what he was so afraid to show. Deep down, I knew I could accept any side of him — even his worst.
Slowly, I opened my eyes. It was dark.
As I blinked, I furrowed my brows and looked around. This was not the establishment anymore. It was a chamber and I'm on a bed.
A dark room with only the light from the radiating moon through the window granted me to see. Where am I? Where's Sam? Did I faint?
"My head hurts." I whispered, massaging my temple lightly.
Myriads of questions rose in my head as I assisted myself to sit up.
"Sam?" I called out, my voice shaking. Biting my lips, I flung my legs out of the bed I've never slept on before.
