Chapter 2. Please...
"Samantha Nicholls! Get here now! Why are you late home from school?" Sam's father bellowed, breathing his reeking, alcohol breath all over me.
"I'm sorry dad. I had to take May over to Grandma's house. Don't you remember?" Sam replied, honestly petrified of what her father was going to do to her now.
"You are a stupid little girl. You aren't going to school tomorrow. You can stay at home and be punished." he threatened.
"Dad, I have to be at school tomorrow. I'm doing my GCSE's. I can't miss a science day. You know how badly I want to be a doctor. I have already promised to give you a third of my wages every week when I am earning any money. Please don't make me miss school." Sam cried as her father lashed out and hit her in the face.
"I don't care. You are not leaving this house tomorrow. I will personally make sure of it. If you even try to leave, you might just end up like your mother." the man shouted, scaring poor, 14 year old Sam.
Tears were beginning to form in Sam's eyes but she knew that if she let them escape, her father would hit her for showing weakness. She had to remain strong, no matter what he did to her. She couldn't do anything to show her pain. There was no one she could confide in. Sam was all alone in the world, with no one to help her get through this.
"Are you crying?" her father boomed.
"No dad." she replied but he staggered towards her in his drunken state and flailed around until she was lying on the floor, unconscious, with nasty gashes to her head and body, blood pouring onto the floor. He dragged her up the stairs by her hair, her head slamming against each step. He hauled her up and threw her onto his bed and began to hit her again.
