Okay, I'm continuing this! Yay! I'm glad! I like this. But I'm kinda stuck right now with the next chapter. I introduced a huge plot twist that came out of nowhere and then introduced what I shall call 'The Beginning'. I didn't mean to start two big plots at once, but oh well. It's resolving itself fairly quickly and I hope you guys like it.
Thanks so much to those who review! I really need the encouragement, as this is something new I'm trying and I love hearing feedback. So keep reviewing please! And I hope you like this chapter!
9/26/04
So today's a Saturday. I just woke up, so nothing interesting yet. I'm about to toss a change of clothes in a bag and head over to Carly's I'll write later when she's asleep.
Okay, I've been at Carly's all day. It's midnight-ish and she finally passed out. I'm snacking on some junk food and writing in this stupid diary.
Today started off absolutely terrible, but got a little better when I saw Carls.
When I had finished writing this morning, I stuffed some pants, a shirt, and sleep clothes into my bag along with the diary. I was opening my window when my door burst open. And there stood Jack, hands bloody, eyes on fire. Basically, our conversation went a little like this:
"Where do you think you're going, bitch?"
"I think I'm going out. And I'm pretty sure I'm right."
He glared and I growled.
"Don't be so sure, girly. You're grounded."
"You can't do that! You don't own me!"
"I think I do." He held up a wad of cash. "See, I been supplyin' your mom with drugs. And she can't pay back the full price. So she gave me you and I let her off. Got it?"
My eyes had widened. How could she do that?! Did my own mother hate me that much?!
I spit at him. "You don't own me and neither does that bitch." Of course, I tend to act first and think later, so I didn't quite realize that maybe I shouldn't spit at a man whose hands were bloody. I got a solid punch to the jaw and kick to the gut.
He stumbled over to me and placed his hands around my throat.
"You're my bitch now. Got it? You try and run and I'll kill that girl you hang with."
"Don't…you…touch…..her!" I gasped desperately for air, flailing my arms.
He smirked. "Then you obey me." He let go of my throat and left my room.
Damn it! I ended up punching a hole through my wall. I grabbed my bag and ran to Carly's house as fast as I could.
She had opened her door for me and I threw my arms around her.
"Carly!"
"Sam, what's wrong?" I pulled back.
I debated on telling her. Her life was in danger. I had to tell her. But I couldn't burden her. And besides, as long as I do what that bastard says, she's safe. So I just shook my head.
"It's nothing, Carls. Hey, let's play Pak-Rat!"
We played around for a little bit until we got tired. Then we headed to her room and talked. She dozed off a little while ago.
And now I'ma head to sleep. 'Night to anyone who bothers reading this...
Sam
