Okay, first of all, I'm sorry for the long wait for this story. It's been a hectic couple of weeks, I started writing chapter two, but deleted all the edits I made by mistake. I was pretty pissed off about that.

There was also matters concerning family, but I'm not gonna bother you guys with it. :)

Anyway if you guys still read this and still think this is a story worth doing, tell me please. I love your guys' reviews, and it only helps.

Also the first chapters to this story and IBMAA will go through some editing in the not too distant future, so be prepared for that.

And I apologize for the shortness of this chapter, I at least wanted to get something up. I promise the next chapters won't be as short.

Sammy couldn't stop tapping her foot against the taxi cab floor. She just didn't understand it. Every mile away from that hellhole should have been counted as a blessing. But she didn't feel blessed at all. She was sitting here, hunched over and fidgeting, trying to figure out what her next move would be. She moved some of her sunlight colored locks away from her face, teal eyes fixated down at her knees.

She still had a lot to think over.

According to Jasmine's directions to the taxi driver, Jasmine's hotel was somewhere in Pasadena, a mere eleven miles from where Sammy had once called home in Burbank. And according to the driver, he charged five dollars per mile, and according to her calculations, she would have to pay fifty-five dollars minimum.

Sammy dug through one of her smaller suitcases where she kept her money and counted her dollar amount….Fifty, fifty-two, fifty-seven….sixty-five. Well, at least she had enough to pay for the taxi ride. But when she got to the hotel, she would be near broke.

She would have to find a job.

Her only problem was that there wasn't really many qualifications Sammy thought would land her a decent job.

Although, she knew how to dance thanks to cheerleading. Maybe she could find somewhere she could put those skills to use….

She rolled her eyes at her own stupidity, Yeah right; the only places that would still be hiring dancers are some really indecent clubs. No thanks, I have…..somewhat self respect, and there's no way in hell I'm getting rid of it now.

Maybe Jasmine has a laptop I can use, there has to be some place hiring were I can keep my clothes on.

But she couldn't stay with Jasmine forever, she knew. The moment she had save enough, she would rent a place somewhere, hopefully cheap.

When it got to that point on her train of thought, that's when it hit her.

Oh hell, what have I gotten myself in to?

It had actually happened. Nineteen years of hell and she had done it.

She had spat in the face of the devil and was deliriously convinced she could get off scot free…

God, am I insane? Have I been snorting hard drugs?! Shit! What the hell have I-? How did it come to this? Can I honestly stand up to my sis-to Amy and run off just like that without any sort of consequences? Ha-ha-bullshit! Ooohh, fuck mee….

She mentally scolded herself. How could she have been such a fool?

This is fucking Amy! I of all people should know how far she would to humiliate me, or worse!

She wasn't even here, and somehow Amy still had that power over Sammy. Convincing her that things would only get worse if she defied her. Amy would screw thing up for her, she always did.

Sammy straightened her back and placed it against the leather seating.

No! I cant think like that! Amy. Isn't. Here. I'll keep my distance from her forever if I have to, but I. Will not. Cave. Not for her, not for anyone.

And she knew as long as Jasmine was still on Pahkitew Island, Sammy had to start living independently, which meant learning to live by herself.

But she had a really bad feeling. She couldn't shake that no matter how many miles she put in between her and her sister.

"Nooo, Amy, please don't tell!" A tearful six-year-old Sammy bawled and pleaded with her sister, tugging on the older twin's uniform sleeve.

"Let me go, Samey!" Amy wrenched her arm away from her sister's grasp and opened the door, stomping to their mother. Sammy followed behind, tears staining her red cheeks as they got closer to their mother.

Mrs. Marie Blake sat on her grey B&B Italia couch, leisurely watching the television screen with a wine glass in her hand. When the girls got into the living room, she was laughing at whatever show she was watching.

"Mommy!" Amy summoned and Sammy.

"Oh girls!" She said smiling, picking up the remote to shut off the screen. "How was school today?" She asked, although not really caring half the time. She merely glanced over at her other bawling daughter. "Sam, stop that. Amy, why is she crying?"

"Amy, please! I'll do whatever you want!" Sammy fell to the ground, landing on her knees begging her sister not to speak.

Amy ignored Sammy's pleas and angrily stated, "Awful! We were playing dodge ball, and Samey made me lose on purpose!"

"No, I didn't!"

"Yes, you did! She couldn't catch the ball and fell on her own legs and let me fall on her!"

"Are you hurt?" Marie asked, more to Amy than to Sammy, who nonetheless spoke up anyway.

"My hand hurts," Sammy explained, wrapping her other had around her hurt wrist.

But neither mother nor sister pay her any mind.

"My knee turned purple, look!" Amy lifted up her knee so her mother could see the penny sized bruise on her daughter skin.

Marie put the wine glass down and grasped Amy's leg, examining the bruise. After a few seconds she released Amy's leg and glared over at Sammy.

"Samey, Sammy, whatever your name is, go up to your room."

"But Mommy, my ha-!"

"Now, missy! And don't come out unless I say so."

Sammy looked at her mother with tear filled eyes, and ran up the stairs with a distressed moan whilst shedding more tears.

Amy crossed her arms and smiled in the direction her sister ran off.

But what she didn't know was that Sammy stayed in that bedroom, but her mother never came up. Sammy didn't come down for dinner, and was sent to school the next morning without breakfast.

What Amy also didn't know was that Sammy's teacher and the nurse called their mother when Sammy complained that it hurt her hand to write. A begrudging trip to the children's doctor said Sammy's wrist was badly sprained after she fell down on top of it, and after Amy fell on top of her.

Amy didn't know why her sister had a cast on her hand (Amy had thought she was faking for sympathy), or why Sammy couldn't draw or write for the next few weeks.

I wasn't kidding when I said this was short!

I promise longer updates if you guys want me to continue!

-Golden