They are making Sammy and I clean the kitchen. "I want to see my reflection on the surface,"Andy's father says,"Clean the floor and the tables. You have an hour. Do it right, or else." "we..we cleaned it yesterday,"Sammy says. Please be quiet, you don't want to get punished.Sammy yelps as Andy's father grabs her hair and slams her head into the table. Blood spills from her nose onto the table and floor. "Does that look clean to you,"He demands. "Leave her alone,"I demand. He stomps over to me. "What'd you say to me,"He demands. "Leave. Her. Alone.,"I repeat. He punches me. He tosses me across the room and stomps on my back. He kicks my head a few times. I won't be getting up, or moving, for a while. "Now it's thirty minutes,"He says, and leaves the room. Sammy helps me up. "Hurry up, John,"She says,sounding terrified,"We don't have much time. I don't want you getting in trouble." She touched the scar on my neck, a knife mark. From not finishing my chores in time. I sighed. They will literally KILL us.

I opened my eyes to complete darkness. I was in my bed. I removed the thick blanket from my body and stood up slowly. I went downstairs and sat on the couch in the living room. I was shaking, near to bursting into tears. I heard footsteps come down the stairs. Finding no other hiding place, I crouched behind the couch, covering my face. I kept still, trying not to breathe too heavily.
"That's a terrible hiding spot,John,"A voice said,"If you really want to hide, use the closet."
I looked up. Andy's father.
"What's wrong,John,"He asked.
"Well sir.."I started.
"Please, call me Rick,"He said.
"Well, Rick,"I said,"I had a bad dream."
"That explains why you're so pale,"Rick said,"And why you're shaking. But why did you hide?"
"I heard footsteps,"I said,"And I got scared. Habit, I guess."
"Come on, get up John,"He said.
He put out his hand to help me up. I flinched.
"I won't hurt you,"He said.
I let him help me up.
"No one will hurt you John,"He said.
"I..I know,"I said.
"Do you, John,"He asked.
"Huh,"I asked.
"Do you trust us,"He asked.
I just looked at him. Another trap.
"It's all right John,"He said,"You can talk to me."

Rick's POV
John was still pale white, ghostly. He was slightly shaking. He looked that dream was, it terrified him. He stood tall, trying to hide the fear.
"I didn't mean to sneak up on you,"I said,"I'm sorry."
"It's not that,"John said,"I'm just..a little.."
"Scared?"
He nodded.
"What was your dream about,"I asked carefully.
"I...I can't,"He said,"I...just..can't.."
He turned and ran up the stairs like his life depended on it. I sighed and walked back to the master bedroom. I sat on the bed.
"Kim,"I said to my wife,"Kimberly, please wake up. I need to talk to you."
Kim rolled over groggily.
"Yes dear,"She asked, then looked at the clock,"It's three in the morning, what do you want?"
"It's John,"I said.
She looked concerned as I turned on the desk lamp.
"What happened,"She asked.
"He's scared,"I said,"He was in the living room, and he was pale and terrified."
"But, his parents are in jail,"She said,"They won't come back."
"It's not that,"I said,"I think..he's scared of..us."
"He has trust issues, Rick,"She said,"I think his sister might too."
"I can't imagine what they've been through,"I said.
"Andrew told me something today,"She said,"Right before he went to bed."
She told me about John trying to kill himself, and Sammy talking about getting raped.
"My god,"I said.
"Maybe he needs therapy,"She said,"And Samantha too."
"Maybe,"I said,"What did you do with the gun?"
"I put it in the safe,"She said.

John's POV
I ran to my closet in my room and hid there. I came out and lied on my bed when I was sure that no one was coming after me. I finally stopped shaking, but I was crying now. I let myself cry a little. I thought of Claire. What would she think if she saw me cry? She hates you! No, she doesn't. I love her. I haven't hurt her, couldn't hurt her. You're gonna be like your father! An alcoholic scumbag! I won't hurt her. I won't hurt my children, if I have any.

I closed my eyes, letting the nightmares take me once again.