They hurt her. Bruise after bruise. Gnash after gnash.
Sam Puckett came home like any other day, just now she got beatings. Ever since her mom started dating that ex-con, she got drunk more often and that meant Sam was paying the price. Only before, Sam had on place to go when her mom hit her. Now she can go to Freddie's house, her boyfriend, and he can take care of her wounds.
This was one of those nights.
Right when Sam walked in the door, her mom dragged her by the hair and knocked her against the wall repeatedly. Blood started to poor from her head. Then she threw Sam into a pile of broken glass. Pieces of glass were stuck in Sam's cheek, forearm, and shin. Sam, despite her pain, ran up to her room and into the bathroom.
"Get back here you fucking piece of crap!" Pam screamed.
Sam wrapped up her cuts as much as she could and slid out her window. There was a great oak tree near her window so al she had to do is jump off the tree and start running.
It was fifteen minutes till she finally reached the Bushwell Plaza. Sam rode up the elevator till she reached the eighth floor. She limped over to apartment 8-H. Sam knocked on the door weakly and sat on the floor until, after a few moments, Freddie opened the door in his pajama's.
"Sam!" Freddie gasped. He bent down and carried Sam bridal-style into the apartment.
"What happened?" he asked her. He sat on top of the kitchen table and carried out his mother's first aid kit. Through her sniffles and crying Sam was able to choke out "My…hit…glass…lift bandage."
Freddie untied the rag on her leg and blood poured out and he ran to the sink to wet a napkin. He wiped off the blood quickly put iodine on her cuts.
He then carried her off to the couch and put on Girly Cow. Freddie held her as she cried all night. He would always be there for her.
A/N. So…I came up with this in Social Studies and I started to write it in my notes. I hope you have enjoyed. I aim to please!