Chapter 4: It was hard
A/N: And also, I think I am going to include the rest of the family, as I stated differently before. This is part of Sam's life…just so you know…and in Sam's POV.
Everyday when I woke up, I went back to sleep. Then, a hand would grab me, reminding me, everyday, of where I was…and where I wanted to be.
I don't think that guy…Frank was his name…took me away from my family for money; I think he was just…lonely. I mean, he never even asked for money; he seemed…rich…I guess. Part of me felt sorry for him, but the rest of me wanted to kill him, not just kill, but torture. I hated, hate, and always will hate him, for what he did to me. He destroyed my trust in people.
I wanted to be home, home waking up in my room and going downstairs to a home cooked meal. Sometimes, I would wake up before anyone else and…eat a cookie or two before David got up. Then, Mom would come in and fix breakfast, and Jake would come in and David and I would play with him. Mom would sometimes tell us stories of our older brothers and sisters, because we never got to grow up with them. We would listen and then go to school. I dreamt of those moments often, but then that…hand would grab me and snap me back into reality.
I absolutely HATED reality for 6 years. Frank would…abuse me because he was drunk, or high. I hate to admit it, but on the rare occasions when he wasn't drunk or high, he was actually pretty nice. During those scarce moments, Frank would apologize, and even tell me he would take me home. But then, a creditor would call, or someone would get angry with him, and he would get stressed. Then, he would drink and it was back to the abuse.
Now, I don't know why I didn't go to the cops, I could've. The only reason I have is because I was scared, terrified even, of him. He threatened me constantly about going to the cops. I don't even know why, when I had full capability to break Frank's neck, I didn't. I honestly don't know.
My life was like…living in the underworld. Everyday I would be grabbed and thrown around like garbage. He would tell me things I couldn't understand, but it was like he was mad at me. I think he wanted a son, and he forced me to call him "Dad." But, maybe he just wanted someone to toss around. I can't explain him; it's a mystery I may never know.
Everyday, the abuse, my memories, that hand, Frank, it was just a routine, like something you got used to, but could never adapt to, or accept.
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