Hello there fellow readers. I am back with another angst filled story, as per usual. This story is going to be about domestic abuse mainly to raise awareness of it. Domestic abuse can happen to anyone: race, religion, sexuality, ect. does not matter and there is no excuse for it.

Now that my rant is over, the story shall begin.

It was a beautiful morning in Amity Park. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, it was just the right temperature, and it seemed like the perfect morning for most people to wake up to. The only thing was, Sam Manson was not a morning person, so when her alarm clock went off, the morning sun she opened her eyes to did nothing but irritate her to no end. The only reason she got up, other than school, was to shut her curtains to keep the sun out. After that, she sighed as she walked into her private bathroom and locked the door, ready to start her routine. She stared at herself in the mirror, trying to ignore the black eye that was forming on the right side of her face. It wasn't that bad; nothing makeup couldn't fix. She took out her phone and put her music on shuffle as she started her makeup routine. It was hard to apply anything on the right side since it was sensitive from the bruise forming. She had her boyfriend to thank for that. An argument went south and she ended up punching him in the face and caused a bloody nose, so he returned the favor. She didn't blame him. After all, it was only fair.

Sam wasn't ignorant; she knew she was in a toxic relationship, but her and Callum have just been together for so long. She had anger issues and violent outbursts that he was able to deal with, even if he had violent outbursts of his own. Was she scared of him? Not at all. They may give each other physical injuries, but she wasn't afraid. Callum could never do anything worse than a few hits. Besides, they were loyal to each other even after almost two years of dating. Did she love him? She supposed so. No one else would be able to deal with her the way he does. She finished covering any signs of injuries successfully and continued to get ready for the day with an outfit change. She replaced her over sized shirt and shorts with black skinny jeans, a black shirt, and of course her trusty combat boots. After that, she made her way downstairs, heading for the bus stop that would take her to the prison she called high school.

It was a short ride from her house to the school, but she was happy to be off such a compact bus. She headed to her locker to get all the books she needed for her first class. She then closed her locker to see Callum standing next to her. His dark brown hair was cut short, he had plugs in his ears, an eyebrow piercing on his left eyebrow, and did not look happy.

"I've got bad news." He started, not making her morning any better. "You know how we wanted to go see Dumpty Humpty? Well, the tickets are sold out." She rolled her eyes and her shoulders slumped in disappointment.

"Damn, I was really excited about it." She groaned.

"I'll make it up. Why don't I take you to dinner instead?" He asked as they started to walk down the hall way together.

"I mean it barely makes up for missing Dumpty Humpty, but it will have to do." She said jokingly.

"We'll go to that vegan restaurant you love so much." He said, causing Sam to slow her pace.

"That's really expensive. Are you sure?" She asked.

"It's the least I can do. Especially because of..." He didn't finish his thought, but his eyes focused on the bruised spot on Sam's face that she had covered up with makeup. He stopped short, causing Sam to stop as well. "You know I didn't mean it, right?" He asked, his voice more somber and sincere. "I guess I just lost control, but I'm going to make it up to you. I don't know how, but I will. You only deserve the best, babe, and I'm going to give it to you." The warning bell rang, and Callum kissed her on the cheek. "I'll see you after class." He said before walking off down the hallway. Sam watched him go and ignored the students rushing all around her to get to class on time. Sometimes Callum's words and actions left her empty, but sometimes he could make her feel like the only girl in the world. Other times, she really didnt know if their relationship was worth it. At the same time, she knew she could leave whenever she wanted to, and the time didn't seem right to her. As usual, she shrugged off her thoughts and proceeded to class, making her way through the threshold of the door as soon as the final bell rang.

School went on as it usually did; class after class, sitting at lunch with Callum and his friends, suffering through gym, only to suffer class after class again for the rest of the day. After the last bell rang, it was time to go through the usual after school activities, which included a long walk or drive to Callum's house. Him and Sam hung out for a little bit most days after school. Sometimes Sam would rather just go home and be alone, but she kept that to herself. Not that she didn't like spending time with Callum, but sometimes it was good for her to focus on herself instead of being with Callum all the time. They were on the couch together watching whatever was on television as Callum droned on about his day. Sam tuned it out until he tapped her on her knee.

"Hey, can you do me a favor?" He asked her.

"What is it?" She responded.

"Tucker had my flash drive since he was working on our science project, but he left it at his friend's house. You know Danny, right?"

"Fenton?" She asked.

"Yeah. He's gonna drop it off soon, but I have to take a shower. Can you wait down here and answer the door if he comes?"

"Yeah, I got it." She said as Callum stood up from the couch.

"Great. Thanks, babe. I'll be quick." He said as he headed towards the stairs. Sam extended her feet on the couch as Callum ascended to the second floor. She sure didn't mind some alone time, especially since she could get a head start on her homework. She was halfway through a work sheet when the door bell rang, and she assumed it was Danny with the flash drive. She left her books on the couch and got up to answer the door. When she swung the door open, she saw Danny standing there. The sun made his black hair shine and his blue eyes landed on her with a hint of confusion in them.

"Oh, hey Sam. I didn't think you'd be here, but I should have expected that, huh?" He said with a half smile.

"Yeah, I'm Callum's messenger right now. He's in the shower, so I have to take ahold of his responsibilities." She said with a hint of sarcasm.

"I guess that means he informed you about the flash drive," He said as he reached into his back pocket to pull out said flash drive.

"Of course." He was about to hand it to her, but pulled back last second.

"Be very careful. This is top secret information." He joked as he held it out to her.

"Oh yeah, information on genetic mutations are so confidential." She said sarcastically as she took it from him. He chuckled as she stuffed the flash drive into her back pocket.

"Well, I'll let you get back to... Whatever you and Callum do together." He said with a slight laugh. "I'll see you in school." She waved him goodbye before shutting the door and walking back to the couch. At the same time, Callum was coming down the stairs in a change of clean clothes.

"Nice kid. Too bad his parents are freaks." He said as he plopped down next to Sam.

"They're not freaks. Having an uncommon career in paranormal studies doesn't make them psychos." She defended.

"Sam, they're crack-pot ghost hunters."

"They're scientists! And they aren't crack-pots since they're actually successful. Leave their interests alone."

"Babe, relax. You don't have to get all defensive. It's not like I'm gonna hold it against the kid. I happen to like Danny." He said. She crossed her arms and sank into the back of the couch.

"Whatever. Well, I'm going to start heading home anyway." She stated she as started to pack her books into her backpack.

"Oh, okay. Text me when you're home then." He said as he walked her to the door. He leaned forward and she welcomed his chaste kiss before she turned away. The walk back to her house wasn't very long, and before she knew it, she was back inside her room. She finished her homework before dinner and finished the evening off by lounging in her room. Her headphones were hooked on her head and she droned in and out of her music, eventually falling into a nap. An hour later, she slowly woke to a completely different genre than she began with. She lifted her head to see makeup smudges on her sleeves and realized that her foundation was coming off. She sat up and ditched the shirt all together before throwing on a different shirt, then walked to the bathroom.

She looked at herself in the mirror and could see the black eye she was trying to hide. It wasn't bad to begin with, but having a blue bump right below your eye suddenly appear was pretty suspicious. She supposed there was no use hiding it since she was alone, so she washed off all her makeup until her face was bare. That's when she stared at her face, taking in every blemish; the only one being the one Callum gave to her. She brushed it off like she usually did, something that was more dangerous than she realized. This week was a black eye, what could next week possibly have in store? To Sam, she wasn't worried. It was like she wasn't effected anymore by it; a sad truth that would only make things more dangerous for her in the long run.

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