You where always there

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

For Samantha, living with her dad has been total hell. She's been continually abused by him and the only time she ever feels happy is when she's with her best friend Jake.

Chapter 1 (v.1) - You where always there

Submitted: May 17, 2008

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(Here’s a little info on you. Your name is Samantha, Sam for short, you have shoulder length black hair with blue streaks in it, you have blue eyes, you are 17, and the rest you’ll find out in the story.)
I woke up with a headache, eyes swollen, and a pain in my back. Then it all came back to me what had happened last night. Dad had come home last night, drunk and outraged. He had gotten fired again for the same reasons; let’s just say he was lazy, that’s a nice way to put it. I had cried myself to sleep that night. I shook my head in an attempt to rid of the bad memory but only ended up sending a sharp pain through my head. I looked at the alarm clock on my nightstand, 6:05am. I carefully got up and slowly opened the door from my room. I tiptoed out and into our tiny living room/dining room/kitchen. Through his cracked door I saw my dad passed out on his bed fully dressed. As I headed to the bathroom I made sure to watch out for the broken glass bottles on the ground. I quietly locked the bathroom door behind me. I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed that I had slept in my clothes again. My eyeliner was smeared and made me look like the living dead. Grossed out, I peeled off my day old shirt to reveal my purple and blue bruised body. I ran a hand down my newly bruised arm and examined it. Only one bruise this time. I looked at my healing wounds, still that fading purple color but healing nonetheless. My whole body ached. I hopped in the shower in hope that the nice warm water would ease my pain.
Dressed in dark blue jeans, a long black sleeved shirt, black converse, and eyeliner I grabbed my messenger bag and left my room. It was now 6:45am. As I entered the messed up small kitchen/living/dining room, I tripped on a lamp cord that just happen to be there and fell with a loud thud. I gave a cry in pain. I had landed on broken glass that had pierced into my right arm. I heard my dad toss and turn on his spring bed.
“Samantha? Iz dah you?” he said still half drunk and half asleep. As usual he probably drank the whole night until he passed out. “Crap!” I thought, getting up quickly and making my way to the door.
“Samantha!” he said angrier and starting to get up. “Get over here. Did you hear me? I said get your ass ov…” I closed the door before he could finish. I ran down the hall of the apartment building and flew down the three flights of stairs. I slowed down and walked down the hall, 8 doors from the stairs and up to door 215 and knocked. As I patiently waited I tried to catch my breath. Ten seconds later the door opened.
“Hey Sam” said my best friend Jake. He had black hair that went over his hazel eyes, and was very tall, at least 4 inches taller than me. I gave a small smile. He stepped forward and gave me a small hug. I flinched in pain. Not from my arm but from the bruises I had on my back.
”What?” he asked. I showed him my arm even though he hadn’t even touched it. But it made a perfect cover up. “Ouch Sam, come on in” he said as I followed him into his apartment and into the kitchen. I like felt home. I was always welcome in his house. “Wait here, I’ll get….something.” He said. Someone like Jake wouldn’t have a first aid kit around so he’d probably just get anything from around the house that felt necessary. I sat on a chair at the table and looked around. There was a big plate of pancakes and syrup in the middle of the table. I heard my hunger call out to me, I couldn’t remember the last time I had eaten. I attempted to reach for it but, I couldn’t. ‘Curse my short arms’.There was another plate right next to me with two pancakes that had a triangular slice cut out of them. They were soaked in syrup, just how I like them. I knew they were Jake’s right away. I took the fork in my left hand; since it hurt to use my right, and started eating. Jake came back into the room with bandages and a pair of tweezers.
“Hey get your own breakfast.” He whined. I shook my head smiling while swallowing my second bite. “Fine, I could always just get more.” He sat down in the chair next to me. I took another bite of his pancakes and took a sip of milk from his cup. “Kay’ lets see what you got.” He said gently taking my arm and rolling up my sleeve carefully making sure not to hurt me. “Jeez Sam! How did this happen?”
“I um…tripped and knocked over a glass with my arm and landed on it?” I said it as more of a question than a statement. I didn’t want to tell him the truth about how the glass really got there. That’s the last thing I need, is for people to worry about me and treat me different. He took the tweezers and clasped them on a small piece of glass and pulled it out. I didn’t say a word but squeeze my eyes shut. I opened them to see a brown, clear piece of glass. He set it down on the table and went for another one. The next one was slightly bigger and seemed to grow as they came along. The biggest he got out was about half an inch long
“Dude when was the last time you ate?” He asked looking at me shoving my face with pancakes. Friday? He shrugged and continued taking glass shards out. “So where were you yesterday? I tried calling but your phone was disconnected.”
“Oh yeah, my dad forgot to pay the electricity bill.”
“Oh”
He knew what my dad was like. Well sort of. All he knew was that he was a lazy, drunk who had a reputation for losing his job often. What he doesn’t know is how violent and abusive he is. I didn’t need to tell him, it was my burden to bare, not his. I watched him as he finished taking out every last piece of glass out.
“Good news” he said putting the tweezers down. “I think you’ll live”
“Thank you so much doctor” I said jokingly as I got up to rinse the blood off my arm in the kitchen sink. I then dried it with a paper towel. I went back to the table where Jake was waiting with the bandages. He tied them on so gently, obviously not wanting to cause me pain. Once he had finished wrapping them, he kept his hand on my arm a fraction of a second longer than needed to be. I looked up at him and saw he was already looking at me.
“Sam…” he started to say but just then his mother walked into the room, and he moved his hand away from my arm.
“Now Jake, remember to clean up your room when you get back from school. I want it spick and span when I get home.” said Jake’s mom, Gloria as she walked into the small kitchen putting on her watch. Then she noticed I was there and smiled at me and added “I didn’t hear you come in sweetie. How are you?”
“I’m great thank you. And how are you this wonderful morning?” I said in my nicest most polite voice ever that I really only used on her and teachers when I needed an excuse for something. I really love Jakes mom, she’s also supper cool on me staying over as long as I wanted.
“It’s good so far. Jake you two better get to school soon or you’ll be late.” She said as she grabbed her bag and headed out the door. “Good bye you two!” and with that said she was gone.


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