Samantha Manson stared at the poster through the store window. It was a scetch of a man.
"Nothing can be loved or hated until it is first understood" was writen below the picture with the name Leonardo DaVinci. If only her parents would follow that DaVinci's advice.
"Sam?" Sam shook her head and turned around.
It was Danny.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah," she lied. She wasn't okay. She came to town to get away from her parents, she didn't come to have fun. But Danny didn't need to know that.
"I was going to go meet Tucker at the movie theatre. Do you want to come?" Danny asked her.
"Sure."
"Great!"
The truth is Sam didn't want to see a movie. She just didn't want to go home, and this was a great way to get around that. And, she would spend time with Danny and Tucker too. It was great.
After the movie, she went to the Nasty Burger and got dinner with Danny and Tucker. It was fun.
But then came the dreaded part.
"Do you want me to walk you home, Sam?"
"No thanks, I got it," Sam said, and started down the road that headed off to her house. She didn't want Danny to see her home life. He didn't deserve that.
"You're late," Jeremy, Sam's father, said when Sam entered the house.
"I know, I'm sor-"
"Shut up!" He slapped her across the mouth. Sam winced. Her mother, Pamela, walked into the room.
"Samantha, where the hell have you been?" Her teeth were gritted. Sam just ignored them and walked up to her room.
Or so she tried.
The next thing Sam knew, she was on the ground a fist ready to be knocked into her stomach. A tear rolled down Sam's face. Sudenly, she couldn't breath.
Then there were flashing lights, and she was lying in a bed surounded by white.
"Hello, Samantha," the nurse said. Sam groaned.
"Hi," she mummbled.
"How are you feeling?"
"Not so good."
"I can imagine. You're friend, I believe his name was Danny said you were passed out when he came to check on you." Danny, came to check on me? Why can't he just leave me alone?
"Oh."
"Can you tell me why you were passed out, Sam?"
"I fell."
"I don't think so. Your injuries are way to servere. As if you've been beaten like, everyday."
"Shut up!"
"Sam, I just want you to tell me what happened."
"I said, shut up!"
"Sam-"
"Shut the fuck up!"
"Okay, II'll give you some time to calm down, Sam, but keep in mind you can't go home until you tell us what happened." And with that the nurse leaves the room.
That actually sounds nice. I can't see my parents untill I tell them what happened. Maybe I'll never tell them what happened. This could be really nice.
"Sam, you have a visitor!"
I have a visitor? Who the fuck is visiting me? Who know's I'm hear?
Danny.
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