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"There are only so many words to describe love.

Pain isn't one of them"

Sam closed the door quietly, so her parents wouldn't hear her come in the house. She reached half way up the steps before hearing the deafening roar of her father calling her.

"SAM!" he screamed at the bottom of the steps.

Sam froze. Her day was getting worse and worse each passing hour. By the end of the day, she was going to be dead wearing a pink dress her mother had put on her.

Slowly, she stepped quietly on the steps, trying to quiet the loudness of her clunky boots. Her face was pale, and her heart was beating so loud she was sure it was echoing in the halls.

"Yes?" Sam asked. Her father scared her. She wasn't about to stand up to him like Dash or Paulina. She knew what he could do, and she didn't want him to do it.

"Where were you?" his voice was creepily clam. "Your mother and I needed to talk to you about something."

Sam breathed. At least he wasn't yelling...yet. Maybe it would just be about something not related to her. Maybe they were going out somewhere or something...anything that didn't relate to her.

She sat down in the living room across from her mother and father. There was a quiet ticking from the clock, but the rest was complete silence. Her mother and father sat slightly apart from each other. Sam wondered if they had even loved each other or if they had married each other for their money. She would probably have bet anything that it was because of the money.

"Sam...Sweetie...Sammykins." Her mother started. Sam grimaced. How could her mother talk to her like that after all that she had done? There was even knife throwing involved. Sam tried to ignore the nicknames and the syrupy sweetness in her mother's voice.

"We've decided to send you over to England in a school for girls to live like proper ladies. You will be leaving next Friday. There will be no complaints. Just go and pack." Her mother said.

Sam looked down, tears blurring. Now they were sending her away. Was it because of Danny? It didn't matter. He loved someone else. She quickly nodded yes, so as not to cause trouble and went into her room. She wanted to call Danny, but he was probably making out with Valerie some where. She decided to call Tucker.

"Tucker?"

"Sam? What's wrong you sound totally tweaked." Tuckers voice was heard.

"Yeah, I...um..." Sam started.

She tried again. "Did you hear Valerie and Danny are going out? He asked her out at lunch."

" NO WAY! Is that why you sound all sad. I thought for sure his next move was going to be you."

"Shut up Tucker. That's not even why." (Even though it was, partly)

"Oh, well I still just could've sworn him...and you..."

"Well, looks like you're going to have to give him trouble by yourself. My parents would think it best if I moved to England. All girls' school. Private."

"Sam! What no. You can't go!" Tucker's voice was exasperated. "I..." He gave up at loss for words.

Sam laughed bitterly. "It doesn't matter; Tuck...at least in England there will be no fathers beating me up, huh?"

Tucker's panicked stopped froze. "Sam...No. no he didn't. Sam..."

"Tucker, it just slipped you weren't supposed to know. No one's supposed to know. Not you, Danny doesn't know. It's just a few scratches, Tuck, really...I'm okay." Sam gushed this all out, lacking the time think of an excuse.

"Sam, how come you didn't tell us. Throwing glass? How long has this been going on?"

"Since, third grade...when I decided to wear black, and they lost a chance at joining a gardening club when I died my hair back to it original color, black."

"Sam..." Tucker repeated.

Sam was crying now. "They are coming Tucker."Promise me you won't tell any one. Not even Danny."

"Okay, alright Sam, but tell me from now on Sam. Let me know when something this big is eating you alive."

"Bye, Tuck."

Tucker was crying at his house. He didn't want to betray Sam, but he couldn't let this go unnoticed. Maybe if just Danny knew. "But she's probably not even willing to talk to Danny. I'll just wait till Friday, and if she doesn't tell a councilor, then I'll have my parents call from the cruise to tell someone."

With that settled, and Friday not coming soon enough, Tucker wanted school to come sooner just so he could talk to Sam. He could let her know that he was there, like best friends should be. And he would be, even if Danny wasn't. Looks like Tucker was going to have to have a talk with Danny.

This chappie is short and it took me longer to write. I guess I'm just not getting enough motivation. By the way, I want 15 more reviews. I feel sad I have to ask people but I want to see if I should keep going or not. O0o0o0o0o0o Sam's going to England, uh oh

I have to make the poem work but no opportunities yet so…probably next chapter.

I dedicate this story to: bagelchik

I think she deserves it

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