Chapter five: Stained Pretender
By the time I had gotten home and lying in bed the red, paper heart was already a little over half way torn. Over two years I have probably torn it 289 times. I just take off small pieces, and trust me it's a big heart.
When I finally rip off every piece of the heart, I'll know when I'm officially broken. I'll know when I am nothing.
When your are officially broken it means you have no more heart to spare and no matter if I glue every piece of that construction paper back. There will still be cracks in it.
It was getting late, Friday night almost—oh no.
It was almost midnight, and it's Friday. This is the night when my mom goes to the bar and brings home men at this time.
She used to bring them home every night but she hasn't but on the weekends now.
The routine is, she goes to the bar brings a guy at midnight then after she passes out he's comes up to my room, and its weird that every guy she brings home does that.
I started to tremble when I heard the front door open. I put my ear to my door. I heard my mom and a guy named….Steve?
"You know I have a daughter?" I could already see his grin.
"Oh really?" he replied.
"Yes her name is Samantha." I could already feel him licking his lips. "MMMMMmmm…"
It was hours later and I heard silence, I started to breathe heavily. Then I heard footsteps, coming up the stairs. I locked the door and crawled in bed pretending I'm asleep.
They grew closer…
I was sobbing
They were at my door…
I clutched my blanket.
"Samantha?" It was my mom's voice. I sighed with relief.
"Yes ma'am? Hold on." I unlocked the door and opened it.
There stood my mother sleep and standing next to Steve. He had an evil grin on his face.
"Honey I have to run to the station to get some alcohol, Steve is going to be here ok?"
I started to pant, "Can't I go with you?"
"Samantha its two in the morning." She yawned, "I'll be back in an hour or so."
"But you just said you were going to the gas station?!"
"Yes and to run some other Aarons that aren't your business, so go back to sleep." She sleepily replied.
After she left Steve was looking at me in awe," Samantha, you have a very pretty face. I hope you know that."
"Uh…thanks…" I knew where this was going.
He walked towards me and sat on my bed rubbing my leg. "You know, I bet you could make a certain man feel special."
"Man?"
"Well, boy, man, dude, they are all the same thing right?"
"Not exactly…"
"Hmmm…" He stroked my leg some more until he grabbed my arm and pulled me up.
"Hey let go! I know what you're going to do and this happened before so just leave me alone!!"
"What you think I'm going to rape you? Wrong! I'm just going to beat you for fun." He laughed frantically while I looked puzzled and terrified.
He grabbed my arms and push off the bed. He soon got up and yanked me, pulling me by my hair as I yelped in pain.
"Ouch! Let me go!!" I shrieked. "Stop!!" I was now sobbing.
He threw me into all my walls, he took lamp and ripped off the shade, busted the light bulb and began o jab me with it.
He struck me in my leg, the glass meeting my skin, tearing it up.
"Mommy?" I asked as I was seve.
"Yes dear?"
"Why can't I have friends?" I asked.
"You know honey real friends care about you, real friends find you."
Moments after a cute little boy with chocolate eyes and brown messy hair came up to me and said,"Hey I'm Freddie!" I smiled, "I'm Sam…" I smiled oh so sweetly. "he's cute" I thought.
He threw me against my picture frames.
The corner deepened into my upper arm. I bellowed out a cry.
The agonizing pain wouldn't stop.
Years later
"Hey, I'm Carly!" The new girl said to Freddie and me.
"I love you, your so pretty!" Freddie said. I felt the tears come as I ran off. "And I hate you!!" I managed to yell to him.
He took his fingernail and dug it into my skin slicing my legs and arms up. I pleaded for him to stop but there was no end.
When we were 14 and 15, I teased Freddie. He said, You know when a girl constantly rips on a guy it means she has a big crush on him!"
I turned around and said, "Yea but I'm not ripping on a guy, I'm ripping on you."
I managed to slip into the bathroom locking the door. He was banging on the door for at least hours. Eventually he stopped noticing my mom was home, so he'd have some more time with her.
"I'm not coming back; Sam still treats me like I'm not important to the show." Carly looked at Sam.
"Freddie, I've always thought you were important to the show." They smiled and hugged but she got his boxer line and yanked up.
He looked at Carly, "she gave me a wedge!"
I laughed a little at that, I noticed the cuts and bruises on my body. I called Carly and it went straight to voicemail. I whispered and choked out my message to her telling her that I'm sorry.
I called Freddie and hallelujah, "Sam, leave me alone-"
"Freddie…" I quivered.
He started to panic, "Sam?! Sam are you ok?!"
"Yes...b-but I want to know something?"
"Yes….?"
"Do you hate me?" He fell silent, "we should talk about this tomorrow. Meet me at silent road."
"Hn…"
My mom should realize that the man she brought home was not like the others….
He's a stained pretender…