This chapter is for…well, to see what Sam's family life is like. I warn you, it ain't pretty.
"Yes…okay dear…I'm on my way home…" As Randy blabbed away on his cellphone, Sam laid down in the backseat of the car, silently mimicking him, only her eyes were crossed and her tongue was hanging out of her mouth.
He put his cellphone away and looked out of the corner of his eye and she immediately stopped, pretending to be interested in her nails. "When we get home, you are going to be in so much trouble young lady," His annoying voice rang, but Sam just rolled her eyes.
"Hey! If it weren't for me, you'd be a dropout and snortin' pixie sticks all day!"
"And if it weren't for me, you would have never found that oh-so lovely invention called 'soap'." She mentally gave herself a pat on the back as Randy silenced and pulled into the driveway. There were two small trees on the otherwise barren lawn,
and the house was a beautiful yellow two-story Victorian house with a big front porch, where a table and chairs sat on the far left side, and ferns dotted the place. The two got out and entered through the white front door.
Sam instantly went right, where a staircase was and ran up the stairs, then took another right and ended up in her room. She threw her backpack on the floor and jumped onto her bed, which had a blue comforter with glow-in-the-dark stars on it.
Her room was blue as well, and her walls were covered in animal posters, most of them reptiles and big cats. In one corner, there was a tall steel cage that had many logs and plants in it, and on one log a huge male iguana with a slight overbite lazily laid across it.
Beside his cage, was a dresser with a tank on it, holding a five-foot python, which was curled up on a big flat rock under the heat lamp. On the left wall beside her bed was a big window with white curtains. On the right wall an open closet was overflowing with clothes.
She got up and went over to the tank, taking off the top and getting the snake out. "Hey Seth, whatcha doing?" She held his face up to hers and kissed him on the nose, then set him back in his cage. "I'm gonna go get you a mouse; be right back."
She ran back downstairs and bounded into the kitchen, going to the big double-door refrigerator that was littered with photos and funky magnets, such as a monkey holding a cup of coffee and scratching its big red butt.
She opened the freezer door and got out a plastic bag just as Randy walked in and sat down at the table. She reached in and pulled out a dead frozen mouse, then asked, "Hey Randy, wanna Popsicle?" she held the mouse by the tail and put it up to his face, where he exclaimed and smacked it away.
"That is disgusting!" "It's nature, bonehead." She went to the sink and poured a hot glass of water, then put the mouse in it. "Ugh, why do you keep those creatures anyway?" he asked with obvious distaste and Sam stiffened and said tightly, "Because I love them. Duh."
"How can you love something that's icky and slimy?" "I asked my mom the same question the other day." She grinned to herself, referring to Randy, her icky and slimy step-dad. She hated him with a burning passion; he was the only one who could bring out her malicious and smart-aleckly side.
"Besides, snakes and iguanas are not icky and slimy. They're actually quite nice to the touch, especially right after a snake sheds its' skin. They're all smooth and shiny, and feel almost like silk…" She twirled around on the linoleum floor with the cup in her hand, purposely spilling it all over Randy, including the mouse.
He jumped up and screamed in a high-pitched tone as Sam started to laugh uncontrollably, only laughing even harder when he slipped and fell on the floor. She held her stomach with one hand and whacking her other hand on the counter.
"Uh, that is it!!" Randy barked and she stopped laughing, then grabbed the mouse off the floor and ran, heading to the stairs. She only made it to the seventh step, when Randy grabbed her ankle and yanked her back, causing her to slip and hit her chin on one step.
She tried to get away, but he seized her shirt collar and pulled her up till her feet were dangling in the air. He put his face close to hers, his coal-black eyes full of rage, and said in a deadly manner, "I know that wasn't an accident,"
"And this wasn't an accident either!" She kicked him in the stomach and he dropped her and she scrambled up the stairs, but his hand shot out and smacked the side of her head, hard, causing her cranium to crash into the wall.
While in her dazed state, Randy wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, bringing her face to his once more. He reached out and brushed her bangs out of her face, running his finger along her stitches and making her wince.
A sadistic smile curled onto his face as he said in a deep tone, "And that cut on your head wasn't a accident either," "You tried to kill me!" Sam choked, feeling herself being asphyxiated by the large man. "Yes, I did. And if you tell your mother I'll kill you both."
He released her and she slowly made her way back upstairs, grabbing the mouse and going into her room, but not before yelling, "ASSHOLE!!" She heard his footsteps bounding up the stairs and she quickly shut her door, locking it, then leaning against it, throwing the mouse onto the tank.
Randy pounded on the door relentlessly, spouting profanities. She started to worry when she heard the cracking of wood, but the faint sound of keys jingling made him stop as the front door swung open and a joyful voice rang, "I'm ho-ome!"
A sigh of relief passed through Sam's lips as she got up and opened her door, running past Randy and leaping off the stairs and into her awaiting mothers' arms. She had long wavy hazel hair and her eyes were dark blue.
She was wearing a plain black dress and high-heels, and her face was warm and kind. "Honey you're shaking, what's wrong?" Her mom asked her with a concerned voice and Sam laughed weakly, "Nothing...I'm…just…so happy to see you!"
"She didn't come home after school." Randy said in a serious tone as he came down the stairs and kissed her mom. "Really? Where were you Samantha?" "Playing at the playground. I made some new friends today,"
Her mom beamed, "Wonderful! What are their names?" "They're both boys." Randy intervened and a confused look twisted onto her face. "Well, that shouldn't be a problem," "Stella…" He trailed off and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her passionately.
Stella broke off the kiss and replied, "She's fine around boys, she has no romantic interest in most of the boys she meets," she and Sam exchanged smiles and he sighed, "Okay, but I'd keep my eye on her if I were you," He then strode into the kitchen.
"Well, are they nice?" Her mom whispered to her with a giggle and she nodded, "Yeah! One of 'em's kinda paranoid, but really sweet. And the other has one red eye and his hair's all cool and stuff!" She flailed her arms and stuck out her tongue and her mom laughed.
"Stella! I forgot to tell you," Randy came back in, "Your daughter poured a glass of hot water on me. On purpose." She gasped and looked down at her daughter. "Is this true?" Sam bowed her head in shame and answered quietly, "Yes ma'am."
Her mother sighed heavily. "Alright, no dessert for a week. Okay?" She looked up at her with sad puppy-eyes, "No Frooty Pops?" Her mother shook her head, Randy smirking behind her, infuriating Sam, though her didn't show it.
"Go wash up and get ready for dinner," She sadly walked back up to her room and flopped down on her bed, staring up at her ceiling and absentmindedly fingering her stitches. She growled and uttered hatefully "I swear to you Randy, you will not get away with this any longer…"
Awwww, don't you feel sorry for her? I named the step-dad Randy because every guy I've met with the same name has all been major assholes. No offense to any of you Randy-guy-person-sir-ma'am whatever the hell you are out there. ^^;;;;