Sam took in a breath, "Deena."
"Where have you been?" Her anger was off the charts as she approached the girl. Sam was shaking, trying to back up.
"You shouldn't be here." Sam whispered, her eyes closing automatically. "I don't know how you found my house but you shouldn't be here." She warned again.
They opened when she felt the girl's breath on her face. Avoiding eye contact her eyes shifted to the brunette's hands, they were twitching. Sam felt her eyes widen when she saw Deena's hand lift. It was so fast she couldn't react. All she felt was the sting on her face.
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I'll actually post the chapter now hehe.
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"Peter. You shouldn't be here." Sam warned the boy, her voice cracking in multiple spots.
"I have every right to be here!" He shouted, spit flying out of his mouth.
Sam backed up as he took a step closer, "Father banned you from every coming near this house."
"It's a good thing he isn't here to stop me then." Peter spoke, his hand grabbing Sam's wrist in an iron grasp. She tried to pull her hand away but it only made it worse.
"Peter. Stop, please stop. You're hurting me, Peter!" She pleaded, tears welled up in her eyes. Peter could see the fear in them.
His grip slowly left her wrist, "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." It was the same excuse that he always used. Sam knew that it wasn't going to stop. He would always be the same.
"Whatever, you need to leave." Her voice wavered. She rubbed the red ring that circled her wrist in an attempt to soothe the pain. It was no use.
Peter scoffed as he left, "I'll be back. Your father can't keep you safe forever. Your mother will cave, after she loves me." A smirk was on his face. He will always get his way.
Once Sam saw him leave through the window she shut her door and locked it. Falling to the floor, all of her built up emotions escaped. She screamed in anger, tears falling down her face.
The blood on her hands had dried, her heart was pounding. The room was still a mess, but Sam was too exhausted to finish cleaning it up. A dry laugh left her mouth while thoughts raced in her mind.
Her body was still shaking, her hands left her face. She ran them through her hair occasionally tugging in frustration. Her little breakdown ended within minutes. There was a knock on the door, "May I come in?" The voice spoke gently.
Sam nodded her head before laughing, "Yes, one second."
Opening the door she was greeted by her father. The smile in his lips dropped when he scanned the room, a frown taking its place. He glanced down at Sam who gave him a hesitant smile.
He pulled her into him, "Are you alright?"
Sam took in a stuttered breath, "If I'm being honest no, I'm not okay." She felt him sigh.
"I'm going to kill that asshole." He grumbled in anger but his tone was still soft. Kissing the top of Sam's head, he pulled away.
Her body had stopped shaking and soon she was calm. A small smile graced her lips. The smile on his face returned as well. "I'll be right back." He left the room jogging, returning shortly after with a tape in his hand. Looking around the room he scanned for his daughter's radio. Once he found it, he put the tape inside and pressed a button.
Music filled the room, as he danced. "Let's get to cleaning." He ruffled Sam's hair. The both of them got to work cleaning her room. "By the way I'm putting more locks on your door." Sam laughed and nodded.
"I'll be right back." She spoke. The trip to the cleaning closet down the hall was short. All she need to grab was the broom, but she couldn't find it. She looked in the kitchen and couldn't find it either, giving up with a groan. "Stupid broom."
"What were you looking for?" Her father asked when she entered the room.
"A broom, but as you can see I couldn't find it." She pouted crossing her arms, "Stupid broom is never where it's supposed to be."
Her father let out one of his belly laughs, "Don't worry we can find it later for now let's use some of your mother's clothes. I'm sure she won't mind."
Sam's eyes widen, "Mother would kill us both."
He put his finger in front of his lip in a shushing motion, "Not if she doesn't find out. We can stack her heels to make a stick." A mischievous smile played on his lips while Sam shook her head frantically.
"I'm not dying. I'm too young to die." Sam complained.
"It'll be alright, just don't mention a word about this." Sam sighed and gave in.
"Fine." Her father pumped his fist in victory. Gesturing for her to follow they snuck down the hall. Her father acting like a spy, creeping around the corners and staying low. Sam on the other hand just shook her head and walked through the halls like a normal person.
"You're no fun." He scoffed when they arrived at his room.
Sam gasped playfully, "I am lots of fun."
"Whatever you say kid, I'll always be where your origin of fun came from. Your mother has a stick up her ass." He opened the door a crack to peak inside.
"Father!" Sam scolded.
He gave a cheeky smile, "What it's true! Don't even deny it."
Sam rose her hand up in defense, "Who said anything about denying it?"
Her father rose an eyebrow and laughed, "That's my girl. Come on coast is clear little bird. No hag in sight."
"Copy that eagle one, moving in." They both walked in, Sam's father with his hands up in a toy gun and Sam with her arms crossed.
"You're so childish." She told her father.
He stuck his tongue out, "At least I'm not an old man."
"But you are an old man." Sam argued.
He gasped, "How dare you call me old! I'm only forty."
"Dad, stop lying to yourself." He scoffed in response while Sam let out a giggle.
"Whatever your still no fun, let's just grab what we need and go." Sam nodded, together they snagged five pairs of heels and a few shirts. With everything they needed in their hands they left, barely managing to shut the door behind them.
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I kept my promise. I actually woke up to my alarm, after snoozing it like ten times of course.
