"Jailynn Samantha Uley!" My father yelled. He was always yelling. When he wasnt at home, beating me, He was a drill sargent,
I stopped scrubbing the sink and ran into the kitchen, where my father was standing in front of the sink.
"Girl, Why the hell arent these dishes done yet?" My father yelled.
"I'm sorry sir, I was going to do that when I was finished scrubbing the bathrooms." I stammered.
"Why the hell isnt that done?" He yelled louder.
"I'm sorry, sir!"
"That's it! You're out of here!" He said, grabbing me by my black hair and dragging me out the door, throwing me into the backseat of his hummer.
"Where are y-y-you taking me, sir?" I asked, stuttering a little bit.
"You'll see."
He drove for what seemed like hours. We lived in Forks, washington. Completley on the other side of town from the indian reserve.
When the car passed the sign stating we were entering the quileute indian reservation, I had a good feeling. I didnt know why, its not like I knew anyone on the reservation.
We passed beached, and houses and fields, but soon, we were on a one lane gravel road, no houses and too many trees. At the end of the road, there was a small, one story, shack looking house.
"Where are we?" I asked, my voice shaking. My father usually just raped me at home, why would we be here?
He said nothing, and I saw a large man step out of the front of the house, and next thing I knew, I was being dragged out of the car by my hair, and pushed into the soft dirt of the drive way.
"Take your whore of a sister, I'm done with her." My father said, got into the car and spead away.
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"So, whats you're name kid?" The man I soon recognized as Sam asked.
"Jailynn. Jailynn Samantha Uley." I stammered. The man muttered something under his breath, as a woman came in. She had about the softest hazel eyes I had ever seen. Her face was beautiful, but horribly interupted by a wicked scar under her right eye. As much as this interupted someone's focus, it seemed like it belonged there, making her no less beautiful.
"Sam," The woman began, "Who is this young lady?"
"Emily, this is Jailynn. My sister." Sam said. Emilys eyes grew wide with surprise.
"Your sister? Sam, I thought you said you didnt have any siblings." Emily said, a bittersweet tone in her voice.
"I wasnt sure if I did or not. I knew my mother was pregnant at one point, but i didnt know if she had the baby, because my father had pushed her for an abortion." Sam said, his eyes stinging visibly with tears.
"He killed her." I said. Sam looked at me, as did Emily. "Dean," I said, not calling him Dad. "He killed our mother."
Sam looked at me with shock. I didnt know if the shock was about father, or about out mother.
"He did?" The only two words Sam spoke.
"Yeah. She had pneumonia and he wouldnt take her to the hospital. I was born with the sickness but only becuase they did an Emergency C and got me out in time. I almost died." I was saying all of this, more than a little absently.
"Wow." Sam said, and moved as if he were going to hug me. I scrambled trying to move away from him. "I won't hurt you," he said when he noticed.
"Dont touch me" I said, pleading.
"Okay,"he said, holding his hands up and said "Do you want EMILY to show you to your room?" He looked at Emily and she smiled, and nodded. Her face was wet where she had been crying when I told them about how Dean had killed my mother.
"Of course. Would you like to see it?" Emily smiled at me now, her voice sounding as if her room was stuffy.
"My room?" I asked, surprise obvious in my voice.
"Of course." Emily said, looking concerned.
"Of course, you must excuse me, Ive never had a room of my own. I always slept in the basement on an army cot, you see my- i mean OUR- father is a a drill sargent." I said. "Of course you can show me my room." My own room? This couldnt be real.
"Come along then," Emily said, motioning for me to take her hand. As many social workers as I had seen over the years, they were always women, and I always trusted them. I took her hand.