A/N This is an idea I had whilst playing Tam roleplay with Gillian Kearney Fan. It's basically Sam's life before she joined the army (mainly her childhood) and explains why she joined. It's from Sam's POV. Hope you enjoy it! :-D

The age thing at the top of some of the chapters shows how old Sam is at the time (as I'll probably do multiple chapters for each age so that will probably be the least confusing way of doing it!).

Age: 3 years

I was sitting watching the TV when Daddy came into the room with a cup of orange juice for me.

"There you go Princess," he said, handing me the pink plastic cup.

"Thank you Daddy," I said, taking the cup and drinking some.

"You're welcome Princess," said Daddy. "When you've finished bring the cup into the kitchen OK?"

"OK Daddy," I said, and Daddy left the room.

A minute later I put the cup on the floor next to me, still half full. I carried on watching the TV for a bit, and then I got thirsty again. I reached down to get the cup, but instead of picking it up I accidentally knocked it over.

Oh no, I thought to myself as I watched the orange liquid leak onto the cream carpet. I need to get Daddy to clean it up.

I left the cup on the floor and went into the kitchen where I found Daddy sitting at the table doing some work.

"Daddy?" I said.

"Yes Princess?" said Daddy, looking at me.

"I spilt my juice on the carpet," I said. "I'm sorry Daddy."

What Daddy did next I could never have predicted. His face grew very angry, and before I knew what was happening he slapped me across the face.

"Why did you spill your juice on the carpet?!" he demanded.

"I didn't mean to, it was an accident," I said whilst tears ran down my cheeks.

"I should have never have given it to you!" he said. He then saw that I was crying. "Why are you crying?"

"It hurts Daddy," I said quietly.

"What, your cheek?" he asked. "Oh, I could do a lot worse than that."

I continued to cry and began to shake as well. Daddy had always been so nice to me, but now I was terrified of him.

"Stop crying now!" he shouted.

I tried, but if anything I began to cry harder.

"Stop crying now or I'll hit you so hard you may not wake up again!" he demanded.

I tried, I really did, but it didn't work. After about ten seconds, Daddy punched me in the ribs and sent me flying across the room. I hit my head on the cooker and slowly drifted into unconsciousness...

A/N I know this isn't very long, but I thought I'd do an introductory chapter to see if people liked it. Please read and review and tell me if you want me to carry on or not. :-D