Chapter 1. Abuse

Sam's POV

I was six years old. My mother had just passed away. Mary Rose Nicholls. Beloved wife, mother and sister. 7th September 1972-26th August 1991. She died on my birthday. Dad said she fell down the stairs but I knew the real story. He had hit her and shouted at her and he did eventually push her down the stairs, so yes, there was some truth to his lie.

About three months after my mother died, my dad started drinking and becoming abusive to my older sister. She was 9. He started slapping her and hitting her. Sometimes, he used to drag her into his bedroom and I would hear screams from where I was huddled up downstairs, trying to protect my 4 year old sister. When my sister was 12, she ran away from home and my father never bothered to find her or inform the police. I missed Jenny.

I was now 9. I knew that I wanted to be a doctor because I loved to help people and I was especially talented at maths and science. When I got home from school one day, May was at her friends, my father hit me in the head as I walked through the door. I remember he dragged me upstairs but then, he hit me again and I became unconscious. When I regained consciousness, I was lying naked, bruised and pained in his bed. He started treating me the way he had Jenny.

I thought of running away but I knew I had to protect May. I couldn't let this fate fall on her. I knew that I was going to have to tough it out and just pull through it. I had to do it or May, my 7 year old sister, would end up being abused and used by our drunkard of a father.