I don't own this. This dosen't really have anything to do with it, but yeah.
Chapter 1
Long ago before any one knew about any kind of abuse or rather that abuse was bad, there was a young girl. Her name was Samantha and, believe it or not this wasn't to long ago. I guess you already know I am going to tell her story.
Sammy was 11 when it started but it didn't end until she was 14, and that was worse than horrible or sickening. I always promised Sam that I would tell her story some day. Now the time has come…
I was the same age as her and we were born on the same day, April 22, we were best friends. She told me every thing so I knew some day I would let the world know every thing about her story.
Her father was a horrible person. I never knew why but before she told me any thing about him… I just really didn't like him, I still don't know how I knew he was a scuz-ball from the start. I loved he like a sister. We knew every thing about each other and never kept any secrets… Some times she didn't get fed so she came over to eat, my mom never cared. Some times she was beaten and my mom didn't really care then either. I always felt so bad for her…
One day she was at home and… her father always came home before her mom. And her dad came home. She always tried to hide under her bed but it never worked, he always found her. Any person that beats there child usually beats them were it wont be noticed. But her father was different he never tried to hide it. WAIT if I tell you this there wont be much of an ending…
See Sammy was different… much different. She could make things move with out touching it… a few of the times right before he father came into her room she would lock the door, even though she was sitting on her bed. After she locked her door she ran 12 miles to my house. I never saw her cry. Not once… She figured, her dad would win if she ever cried. She would never let that happen…
Her mother was an alcoholic and she never believed Sam about her dad. She always said the same thing, " I don't want to here it Sam, he told me that he would never hurt you in any way," And Sam always yelled back the same thing
"Mabey you haven't figured it out but he is lying to you MOM, I AM YOUR DAUGHTER." Then she would run in to her, room and run those 12 miles to my house again and again.
R&R please.