Okay I've been inspired! Angsty-romance fict! Starts off as DannyxVal but end up DannyxSam.
This is my first angsty but noone will die... badly mentally and physical hurt is something else. Thanks for the reviews!
~~~FLASHBACK~~~
Name: Samantha Kyle
Nickname: Sam
Background: White
Point of this: why she became gothic
Year: 1997
age: 5
Silbings: 1 brother named Duncan
It show a simple, ordinary cottage. A girl with long black hair walked into the door wash her hands and walk to the frige. Her periwinkle eyes grabbed a cold bootle of milk, she put water in a pot and boil the cold milk.
She left the eye on and turn around grabbing the most fanciest table cloth she could find. She look on the back of her hand and set the table. She grabbed a big oval size dish and place in the middle. She then took the bottle from the eye, squeezed a few drops on her wrist and went upstairs. The girl took the bottle up stairs to the crying baby, she notice the note her babysitter left and read it up loud.
"'Sorry Sam but I can't babysit anymore. My parents are moving to New York. I'm sorry. -Ann' that's just great." Sam sighed.
The baby cried louder and Sam put the nipple into his mouth and he drunk hungirly. She put on a carrier and place him in it still feeding walked back to the kitchen and washed a turkey and quickly grabbed the seasoning and based the turkey. She grabbed spices and rubbed the spices in. She place it in the oven so it backed. She started the stuffing and she place it in the microwave. She grabbed eight wine glasses and place them gently on the table. Sam took the stuffing out the microwave and it set of a few mintues. Sam begun to play with her little timer ding and she put the turkey on the counter and put the baby in a highchair. She gave him a teething ring and he bit it happily. She based the chicken with vinger and oil lightly. She put it on the table. She reached into the cabinet was grabbed red wine and pour it carefully and equally in each glass. She grabbed a champaine bucket and filled it with ice putting to bottles of wine in it and hot gluing red and gold ribbions around it professily and it looked geat. She cleaned the kitchen and living room which she place the wines in. She grabbed a foot bucket and filled it with hot water and soap. She went back to the kitchen pulling out fancy dishes and it circle the main dish. She put the turkey in the center. She heated up rice, corn(cob, off, creamed), tomatoes(slice, dice soup-like), gravey(in lap like bowl like off Aladdin), mash potatoes, mac N'chesse, a huge cake shaped in a cartoon turkey (which Sam cut and iced herself), and some candles around the turkey.
Sam was a little upset she couldn't even eat it. She made everything and her "father" wouldn't let her eat it. She place a loft of uncutted bread, which she made herself, and cut some of it so it looked presentable. She heard the door open to see a blonde haired man with periwinkle eyes stare coldly at his daugther.
"Unpresentable!" He back hand slapped her. Sam fell onto the ground in pain.
"But father I worked really hard on- ahh!" She was whipped by her father's whip.
"Get my clothing iron, Fetch my shoes and lucky pink tie with my dark blue suit." He ordered.
"Yes sir." She was hit by the whip again.
"Did I tell you to talk!" He growled she shook her head no.
"DID! I TELL! YOU TO SHAKE YOU'RE HEAD!" He whipped her four more times, "NOW GO."
Sam ran up stairs and grabbed his outfit which she pre-iron before school and got her father tie iron it. She grabbed his shoes and polish them. She grabbed his suit and tie racing down stairs. She gave him a cold soda and dress the man. Her dad was in nothing but his boxers. She grabbed a brush and angle the tip of his hair to seem rich and fullfilled.
"Your shoes are drying. Guest will be arriving in 49 minutes." Sam inform.
"Good clean this floor." She saw his dirty footprints on the floor and grabbed the bucket and begun cleaning the floor. In five mintues it was shining like a new mirror seeing her own reflection.
"Are my shoes ready?" He asked.
"I'll check." Sam reply runing up stairs. She check on the baby he was fast asleep and she lay him in her bed. She touch her dad's shoes and she got up and brought the shoes down.
"Your shoes are done." She roll the socks up his hair legs and put his shoes on."Do you want me to put the man-up on you're face?" Mainly it was bronzer to make your face glow and conceler for his dark circle.
"Yeah." She grabbed an eye shadow case and dust bronzer every-where on hisface and neck. She took a blush brush and bend it in evenly. She heard the baby cried from loniness and bordum.
"Takecare of that blasting son on mine!" Samdidn't response but simply stood up. She turn and fell on the ground with her father slap her again.
"Daddy?" Sam asked feeling blood flow out her throbbing nose.
"I AmNot Your FATHER. WHO WOULD WANT A GIRL LIKE YOU? ANNOYING,TERRIBLE COOK, AND UGLY AS I DON'T KNOW WHAT?" The man bellowed.
"Mister Kyle, why did you take me in?" She asked quietly. The man stood up and grabbed a knife slicing her tummy and a deep cut in her side.
"I hate you. I don't love you. My baby boy don't love, you're a temperary nurse and house wife. No one will love you. You'll die old and alone just like Brittany and Sharice."
"Wh-sho-who's Brittany and Sharice?" Sam asked in a shaken voice.
"Brittany is your ugly, talentless mother. She wasn't that much fun in bed, maybe 'cuz I raped her." (N/A Will call him MK). MK smirked at Sam shocken face."And I raped you're twin wittled sister. Shewas no good either so I killed them both."
"No, no,no no no no no. Please tell me thats a lie! Please!" Sam begged, MK pulled a gun out and started shooting barely missing Sam but she was the quick one.
"See what that turkey had to go through to be cook? Huh? Do ya Sammy-kins?"
"Yes, I'm really sorry." Sam had tears pouring down her cheeks.
"Time to die, Sammy." He pull the trigger and angled it to Sam heart.
Shorter but it'll get better not so sure about the lenght. If yo didn't get it
The dad is gone and the uncle raped and killed both Sam's mother and sister. About -breath out noisily- 3 or four more chapters.
-Jaded Jimmie