Sparks of Romance *DISCONTINUED*

Chapter 8

Sam finally cracked after 2 hours and told us what happened, occasionally taking sips out of her hot chocolate. Her make-up was smudged, her eyes were red, her cheeks puffed up slightly, and the top of her shirt was soaked.

"My...my father hit me again," she sniffles. "called me a weak bitch and a slut. Then he threw my blade at me, hitting my cheek," she points to her cheek, where a red mark was placed, "and told me to go kill myself."

Her breathing was quick and heavy, shaking her every time she breathed out.

Abigail and I hugged her and comforted her as much as we could. Sam's father liked us, but not her. "Sam, you're staying with me from now on. Cherry and I will gather your stuff, and I'll call my parents to let them know what's going to happen, alright?"

Sam puts on a weak smile and stifles a small laugh. "I don't deserve friends like you, but I'm very grateful that I do." We hug and help Sam stand up.

"Let me call my parents first." Abigail puts her phone to hear ear and waits for her parents to answer her call. "Hi mom! I just wanted to know if Sam could stay with us for a while...why? Oh," we give her a reassuring look and say to keep going. "Yes I'm still here. Yeah, she needs to stay somewhere safe for a while. Her dad is abusing her again and we want her to be safe...yeah we will do that. Alright, thanks!"

She puts her phone on her bed and smiles. "Let's go get your stuff! It's going to bee almost like a sleepover that goes on forever."

We giggle a bit, then walk out the door. Sam's house was only 3 streets away from Abigail, while mine was 2. It was great that we were close, so if anyone of us was in trouble, we could crash the night at one of our houses. Pretty great for sleepovers too.

-

The house was fairly quiet when we arrived. Usually it would be loud, the television would usually be on, and sometimes if he's drunk, you would hear him smash a beer bottle and swear. Sam tugs on my sleeve.

"It's ok, it's going to be fine. You're in safe hands once we get your stuff." I give Sam a reassuring smile, which she gently returns. "I'm going to have 911 dialled into my phone so if anything happens inside, they will come straight away."

"We are telling the police anyway guys, this is serious business. No one abuses our friend and gets away with it like that." Abigail snaps her fingers as she says the last part.

Taking a deep breath, Sam opens the door and walks inside. Her house wasn't a two story house, so it was easy to run out the front door if necessary. It was easy to tell that Sam was worrying like shit, I would be if I was in her position. She lockds the door behind her and sighs.

"Let's get this over with." she whispers.

We quietly make our way into Sam's room, where it was neat and tidy. Everything was packed away neatly, her bed was made, her desk had nothing on it, except for school work and pens. Sam had a few stuffed animals sitting on her bed. One was from her mother, a little white rabbit, sitting in the middle of the toys. Sam's mother has passed away from cancer when Sam was 3. We always knew that it was a touchy subject to talk about, if we ever did.

Sam walked forward towards her wardrobe and pulled out 2 suitcases, one after the other. The were both large. Abigail and I helped gather all of her clothes, and packing them away in the suitcase. We got 2 backpacks for other items, like toys, devices, and everything else like that.

It was certain the Sam's dad wasn't home, so that was a great time to gather everything and get the fuck out of the house like our lives depended on it. Well, it kind of did, considering that her dad could arrive back home at any given minute and catch us packing way Sam's stuff.