Hi everyone! My name is Wallflower95 and this will be my first ever fanfiction about Sam from 'The Perks of Being a Wallflower'. If you noticed, my name is Wallflower because Perks of Being a Wallflower is one of my all time favorite books. I chose to write about Sam because we knew her as Sam from the book but we didn't know her before she met Charlie or became Patrick's step-sister or before she started dating Craig. So, this is Sam's story and it is called 'It Never Ends'. I'm hoping to get 10 chapters out of it. I hope you all enjoy it!
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~Wallflower95
1
One Night
We all make bad choices in life and some of us are more screwed up than others, right? I'd like to think that. You see, I would really like to be normal... but how can I? No one's life is perfect. Mine certainly isn't. My parents fight a lot. When they fight I always try to escape by hiding in my closet where it's dark and there's no one else but me. I wish I had brothers or sisters. Someone to hold onto when things get bad. But I don't have that. Instead I just try to lock myself away from the world. I try to hide... but it never works.
On this particular night... it really did not work. My parents were having a party. A bunch of their friends were over and they were getting drunk and rowdy. Me? I'm seven years old for Christ's sake! I do what I do every night. I close the door and hide. I shut everything out. But tonight, someone breaks that barrier. I hear my bedroom door open and I hear someone stumble in. There are heavy footsteps on the ground. The door is shut but I can still hear the footsteps on the ground. I wonder who it is? Maybe it's mom and she remembered to kiss me goodnight. I open the door, hoping to see her face but it's not her. It's a man. I think I recognize him. I think he works with my dad. He's dad's boss.
"Well, hullo Sammykins." He says. He has a bottle in his hands and his speech is slurred. I'm quiet. I look down at the ground.
"Hello." I say.
"Say, Sam. Why are you up here when you should be downstairs partying like everyone else?" I keep my eyes down.
"Mommy said to go too bed." I said. He chuckled and sipped at his beer.
"Well that sounds boring. How about you and me play a game?" I was eight at the time. I didn't understand what he was saying. When a kid hears the word 'game' they get excited. Games involve running around or tagging someone. But that wasn't the game he was talking about. You know when you're little and your mom tells you to look both ways before the crossing the road or don't trust strangers? You should always listen to your parents... they know what's best for you.
The man sits me on the bed and starts touching me. He touches me under my shirt and strokes my stomach. I don't say anything but I know it's wrong. My heart is beating fast. He holds my chin in his hand and smiles.
"You're gonna be a very pretty girl someday, Samantha." No one calls me Samantha except my mother. He grips my leg. I flinch.
"That hurts." I whispered. He forced me down on the bed and holds my arms down. This isn't right. I know it's not. I should be screaming my head off. I should be crying and hitting the guy. But I didn't do any of that. I always thought I could trust adults. They're supposed to be there for us. Help us with our homework or take care of us when we're sick. They're not supposed to do this.
"Please stop." I said. He laughed and reached into my pants. I whimpered.
"Don't worry, Sammy. This will be our little secret." He forced his lips against mine and that's when some tears came. No other sound escaped from me. It last forever. I thought it was never going to end. I kept telling him to stop but he didn't hear me. When he was finished, he threw a blanket over my naked body. I felt so empty. He slipped his jacket on and grabbed his beer and took another sip.
"That was fun, Sammy. Let's do it again sometime." And he left. I just stared at the ceiling, tears falling onto my pillow. What do you when someone hurts you like that? Do you tell your parents? How do you tell your father that his boss molested his seven year old girl? I curled into a ball and cried. I cried because the pain never ends.