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Sam took off her shoes before she quietly walked into her home, trying to make herself invisible to her surroundings. "Sam! I know you're home! Get your stupid dumbass up here now!" a harsh feminine voice screamed from up stairs.

"Schieße!" Sam cursed under her breath. Sam scurried up the stairs as quick as she could, fear racing up her spine with each step she took up the two-story home. She reached her walkin-closet-sized room and found her parents standing there with her sketch book in hand, her most prized possession.

"What the hell is this?!" the woman, with hazel eyes and wavy brown hair, shrieked.

"I-It's my sketch book, m-ma'am," Sam mumbled shyly.

"What did we say about this kind of shit?!" boomed her father, his gray eye glaring menacingly at her. "This shit is a waste of time; you need to be studying to be a doctor! Instead of doing these stupid little doodles!"

Something inside Sam suddenly snapped. She'd heard that stuff for most of her life and now she finally felt something inside of her feel brave. "They're not doodles!" she cried. "My art teacher thinks I have real talent and she told me about some really nice art colleges and I want to go to one of them!"

Her father charged at her, veins popping out of his forehead. "When did you start taking art classes, you little bitch?!" her father asked, roughly grabbing her arm, his nails digging into her skin making her bleed.

Sam cringed in pain, tears stung at her eyes. She didn't want to cry, her parents would think that she was an even bigger disappointment for seeing her cry. "A-At the beginning of the year, s-sir," her voice cracked. She felt a fist connect with her jaw; she fell to the ground from the blow. She looked up at her father in shock, her mother standing right behind him, acting as his support system. Sam couldn't hold back the tears that were flooding down her face. She grabbed her book bag, shoes, and snatched her sketchbook from her mother and ran out of the house. She walked a block down the street until she found a bench; she sat down, slipped her shoes back on, and got out her old 90s cell phone and called Raven.

"Hello?" Raven's voice came on the other end.

"Raven," Sam's voice cracked again as she stood up and put her sketchbook in her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and started heading towards Raven's home.

"Sam? What is it? Are you OK?" her friend frantically asked.

"C-Could you just pick me up, please?" she sobbed.

"Sure, hon. Where are you at?"

"I've already started towards your house."

"OK, I'll be there as soon as I can." Raven hung up the phone.

Sam put the phone back in her bag and wrapped her arms around herself. What did Sam ever do to her parents? All she'd ever done was thirst for their love by getting good grades, trying to get into a good medical college, and they never seemed to appreciate how smart she was. They'd call her stupid, dumbass, you name it. She was abused constantly and the only one who knew about the abuse that she went through at home out side of school was Raven. Raven'd offered many times for Sam to live with her, but every time Sam declined the offer, saying something lie, "No, I wouldn't want to be a burden," or "I can handle this." but the truth was Sam couldn't handle it. Everyday her parents abused her; she was surprised no one else had found out, even though Raven did try to help her cover up all her bruises and cuts she would receive.

Raven's car pulled up beside Sam. Sam jumped in the car and pulled out her sketchbook as they drove towards Raven's house. "So, what's their problem this time?" Raven asked considerately.

"They found my sketchbook, and I told them about how I'm taking art class at school," Sam wept, as she looked through her nearly full sketch book that was filled with intricately drawn pictures, making sure that they didn't do anything to any of them. She turned to the middle page and found that her work was missing. "T-They…t-took…it…" Sam mumbled.

The picture was her favorite, one that she drew when she suddenly had a brilliant idea. It had been a picture of a girl holding, protectively, onto a boy that was going to leave the crying girl. She wanted to keep it in the middle so her parents would never find it. But they found it and now they had probably burned it in the fireplace for their own sick and twisted amusement.

"What did they take?"

"They took the picture that meant the most to me!" Sam started crying harder as she buried her face in her hands. Raven looked at the weeping girl sympathetically, and noticed the fingernail-shaped wounds on her friends arm. She knew how much that picture meant to her and she didn't know what to do to comfort the girl. They finally pulled up to the house and they walked inside.

"Hello, miss," the head maid politely said. "Hello, Sam."

"Hello," Sam said, trying not to cry in front of the maid.

"Do you ladies want anything?"

"No thank you, we'll call you when we need anything," Raven said, as she led the crying girl upstairs. Raven closed her bedroom door behind them. Room was an understatement. Raven's closet was the size of an average room. Raven's bed was raised upon a leveled platform, one large step to make a stair the other step that her bed rested on. A door to the left of it led to her closet, the door on the right led to an over-sized bathroom. The entire room looked gothic. "I had invited a few people over before you called, you don't mind, do you?"

"No…it's alright."

"It's a party. I invited Ed and Roy, don't know if they'll come though." Raven stepped into the closet taking off her shirt.

"Really?" Sam perked up some at the thought of the blonde.

"We're guna drink, you don't have to but you're welcome to," Raven said walking out in black and gold trip pants with a black muscle shirt.

"Kay," Sam said rolling her hands around each other.

"Miss Raven?" a maid called from the door.

"Yes?"

"Sam's parents are on the phone demanding to speak with her."

"I will take the call, please bring me the phone, Ella." The maid nodded and ran the phone to Raven. Raven snatched the phone. "Sam is busy at the moment, but I'm sure I could solve your problem?" Sam studied Raven's face.

"You need top bring her home now," her father's voice barked over the phone.

"Raven chuckled. "I f you want her, come get her." With a smirk Raven hung up. "Ella, please ignore anymore calls from this number."

"Yes, miss." Ella took the phone and walked away.

"Don't worry, Sam, even if they come they won't take you." Sam nodded. "My friends should be here soon so let's head downstairs." Raven led the teary-eyed girl down to the main room. Just as Raven hit the last stair the doorbell rang. Raven burst the door open to Roy and Ed…and fifty other people. Sam quickly wiped away her tears and put up her mask so no one could see the hurt. She smiled happily, ran up to Ed, and tackled him with a hug. Once she pulled away she found liquid gold staring surprised up at her. His surprised features turned to a look of half-heart joy. He smiled up at the girl and she returned his smile. "Ok, you two, quite being mushy," Raven scolded. "You should know by now that that shit makes me want to vomit."

"No one's being mushy, Senpai!" Sam mocked, pointing at Raven who was practically dangling off of Roy. "Besides, you should talk, the way you're hanging onto Roy like that makes me think…" Sam trailed off, her brain finally thinking of something. Sam left Ed's side and grabbed onto Raven's arm and pulled her aside. "Raven, you didn't…"

"And what if I did?" she snapped back.

"I thought you weren't going to do that anymore."

"Yeah…well, I changed my mind," Raven said storming off into the kitchen that looked more like a kitchen you would see in the fanciest restaurant around. Almost all the equipment in the large kitchen was stainless-steel. Raven walked over to the giant refrigerator and pulled out the beverage that she wanted: liquor. "Raven, do you realize how careless you're being? Roy could have an STD! You don't know who he's been with!" Sam scolded.

"Why do you care anyway?" Raven turned and looked up to Sam, golden-orange eyes gazing up at her stubbornly. "It's my life, Sam."

The two may have never noticed but they always acted like they were each other's parents. Whenever Raven would do something bad Sam would always lecture her and, being the pessimist that she was, she would inform Raven of all the bad consequences that could come forth from her actions. And Raven in turn would do the same with Sam, only less harsh since she knew of the physical abuse that the blonde would receive at home. Sam glared down at her friend bull-headedly. "I care because I don't want you to fuck anything up."

"Well, no one asked you to care!" raven cried storming off back into the crowd of people, that was standing outside of the kitchen doors, leaving Sam standing by herself.

"We're going to talk about this later," Sam called after the older girl. "Ver dammt ihm alle," she cursed under her breath, kicking the refrigerator's door lightly.

Schieße: shit

Senpai: upper classmen

Ver dammt ihm alle: damn it all

YOSH! THE CHAPTER IS UP! Riley and I have finished the entire story, even though the story gets fucked up later on and strays far away from the original idea I still want to post the whole thing up on the internet. Anyway, R&R I don't care if you leave flames, just as long as you tell me what you think I'm happy, and as always I'll tell Riley what you think.