A/N: here is the next one from the point of veiw of seven year old Sam.
Sam's Story
I don't remember much about my life before I was in care. Just bits of it. The bad bits usually. I remember mum and dad. I remember dad shouting at mum, a lot. He hit her too, sometimes she bled. I'd run away and hide. I was scared of it. I didn't like my dad, he hurt mum. He never hurt me but I was scared he would. I remember one time; he threw a bottle at mum. It hit her head and she bled lots. I ran upstairs to hide until I'd heard him leave the house.
After dad hurt her, mum often came up to me. She'd pull the covers over me tightly, protecting me from the bad things in life. She hugged me and kissed me and held me tight. Sometimes I never wanted to let go, but I had too.
One night not long before I was sent to care mum came upstairs and gave me a present. It was a soft cuddly penguin. He's about 7cm high. I still have him. He's my favourite toy and I look after him every day. Everyone at Burnywood likes Andy. He's my soft and fluffy friend who' always there.
About a week after I got my penguin I woke up to find mum lying dead on the kitchen floor. She had thousands of cuts on her. I knew she was dead because she wasn't breathing but I phoned the ambulance. I knew it was dad who had done it. It always was. The police arrested him and he was sent to prison, and I was sent to care.
Summer's notes: I'd hate to see that, especially at such a young age. It makes it all the more upsetting as to why we're here. Luckily Sam's growing up fine and it hasn't affected him at all. Well except for the occasional nightmare and part of that is due to Ellie, she's mean.
