Samantha Routledge is a fellow Pogue, and the younger sister of John B. Granted John B is only 10 months older; they are both the children of Big John Routledge but have different mothers. Sam's mother lives next door to Luke Maybank and JJ, so Sam...
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"See you later." By brother salutes as he starts to pull away from my house. I mutter a quick goodbye and watch as the van drives further and further away from me.
The over fill bin and flickering lights coming from inside tells me that my mother is home. Clearing my head from all anxious thoughts, I make my way toward the front door of the small and rundown house. The door creaks open with an eerie sound causing my mother to turn and face me from her spot on the couch. With a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a cigarette in the other, my mother sits there as unbothered as ever.
"Look who decided to come home." She mumbles as she turns of the loud tv.
"I was home only two days ago mother. I just came to pick up some clothes." I quietly tell her while I make my way to the kitchen. The stack of unpaid bills and empty beer bottles nearly take up the entire kitchen counter. I pull out a small stack of cash from my pocket and slam it down on the bench in front of my mother. "That's all of the money I've made this week. Pay rent and buy groceries, that's it." I instruct her pointing to the cash I worked long hours for.
I got a job working at the wreck and sometimes helping out Heyward to make some cash. Working two jobs isn't exactly my idea of fun but I have to make sure my mother has a roof over her head and food to eat. Mr Heyward and Kiaras parents have been really understanding and helpful when I have asked for extra shifts.
"Thanks Kiddo. You're not dealing drugs are ya? If so, why aren't you sharing?" She attempts a joke making me shuffle uncomfortably. She may be trying to hide it but with the white power gathered near her noise and her large pupils, I can tell she's high.
"No, I earnt it serving tables at the wreck all week." I reply with a sense of hostility and hatred towards her joke.
"I'm kidding kid, it was a joke. Chill out a bit, have a drink."
"I can't, the guys are having a kegger tonight and I'm going to be late." I tell her as I make my way to my bedroom and start quickly stuffing a duffle bag with clean clothes. I hear her footsteps getting closer and closer and I can already tell I've done something to piss her off.
"So you're already running off, are you? What, you're not even going to stay the night?" She questions with a harsh tone. This isn't going to end well.
"John b needs me." I mumble as I zip up my bag and go to walk past her out my room. Before I even get past her, she grabs my wrist tightly and pulls me towards her with force. Kerry Jones has always been a freakishly strong lady.
"I'm sure he can do without you for one night." She grits through her teeth. "You constantly pick his side."
'Whose side?" I question in confusion.
"Your fathers. Believe me Samantha, it's better he's dead."
"Don't you dare say that!" I yell in my mother face. Before I can move, a sharp pain caused by her fist belts me across the face. I groan in pain as I see blood dripping from my mouth.
"They are not your family Sam, I am!" She huffs with a dark tone, as she pulls me closer so my now bleeding face is staring right into hers.
"It's Samantha to you." I reply with the very little strength I have left in my voice. My mother pushes me backwards until my body hits the ground with great force.
"I am your mother, I'll call you what I want you little shit." She grunts. I wince at the pain I'm already in as she sends multiple kicks straight to my face and stomach. When my mother finally done kicking me, she walks out of my room like nothing happened, leaving me in pain on the floor.
I use all my strength to pull my bruised and sore body of the floor and drag myself to the bathroom. I stare at my swollen face in the mirror as I try my best to wipe away the fresh blood. There is a very noticeable split through my lip and a dark bruise already growing around my eye. There is no way I can hide this from the group. Grabbing my bag filled with clothes I storm out the house before my mother can mutter a word.
I start to make my way to the bone-yard with only one thought in mine; I need a drink.
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