CHAPTER TWO
David sat his daughter down in the kitchen and just paced back and forth. Samantha just sat perfectly still, knowing what was coming.
As soon as she and Andrew had gotten home from the graveyard, Andrew had gone straight to their father and told him about how he found Samantha with John. David just dragged his daughter into the kitchen by her hair and pushed her down into a chair. David suddenly slammed his fist into the table, making Samantha jump slightly.
"So! What the hell do you have to say for yourself!" David yelled.
Samantha took a deep breath and looked up at her father. "Nothing."
"Nothing?" David questionned. "Oh, so you just bumped into Cena in a graveyard, did you? You expect me to believe that you didn't set this whole thing up!"
"I didn't say that..."
"I've told you over and over again that you're not to see that hoodrat..."
"John isn't a hoodrat." Samantha protested. "Stop calling him that."
David pulled back his hand and slapped Samantha hard in the face.
"Don't interupted me!" he shouted. "It's bad enough that you sneak off behind my back to meet up with that thug! Don't make matters worse for yourself by talking back!"
"You can't stop me from seeing John." Samantha said. "We're in love."
"Love? What do you know about love, Samantha? You're nineteen years old!" David yelled. "You really think that he loves you as well? He's twenty-eight, Samantha! He's old enough to be your fucking father!"
"Age doesn't matter to us, dad." Samantha tried to explain. "You can't choose who you fall in love with."
"It's not love, Samantha. It's disgusting is what it is." David said. "A nineteen year old girl and a twenty-eight year old man? That's just plain sick!"
"No, it's not." Samantha pleaded, on the verge of tears. "There was an age gap between you and mom, wasn't there?"
"Only by three years! That Cena boy is almost ten years older than you! It's not right!"
"It's right to me!" Samantha exclaimed. "Mom would never have stood in the way of me and John! She would have just accepted it! So why can't you!"
"Don't you dare use that tone of voice with me! I'm still your father!" David yelled, slapping Samantha in the face again a couple of times, causing her lip to start trickling with blood. "Now you listen to me." David growled, grabbing a handful of Samantha's hair and grasping her by the throat so she was looking him straight in the eyes. "I forbid you to ever go near that boy ever again, and if I find out that you've disobeyed me, I'll make you sorry! Do you understand me?"
Samantha just nodded her head slightly as tears started to blur her vision.
"Good." David smirked, lifting Samantha off of the chair by her hair and shoving her through the kitchen door. "Now get out of my sight before I really lose my temper."
Samantha fell through the door and landed on her knees in the hallway. She quickly scrammbled to her feet and ran up the stairs and into her bedroom. She shut the door behind her and collapsed onto her bed, letting her tears flow. She didn't want her father to hear her crying, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction, so she buried her face into the pillow and just sobbed scilently.
Samantha had been lying there for about twenty minutes, just crying her heart out, until she felt a little hand touch her upper back. She sniffed and looked up from the pillow to see her little, seven-year-old sister, Chrissy, standing over her. Chrissy didn't say a word to Samantha, she just climbed into the bed with her big sister and held her tightly. Chrissy's little arms and legs wrapped around Samantha and she patted her back and whispered, "Don't cry, Sammy." Samantha just clutched her baby sister and held her closely, sleep soon taking over her tired body.