One Of A Kind

Chapter one: My Dad...

"YES! I win again! You owe me five bucks dad!" I say jumping up from my seat and jumping on the spot. "Fine." Dads says grudgingly. I love winning our football bet's! "I knew I would win!" I squeal. "Sammy." Dad says getting frustrated. "You know what? This calls for the happy dance!" I say dancing around the room.

"Sammy, that is Enough." He says clenching his teeth. "Oh dad don't be a sour loser!" I say play hitting him in the jaw. "Sammy!" Dads yelling takes me by surprise. "You don't have to keep going and going! You are not child anymore! When will you grow up I have had enough of this! why are you such a child?! grow up Samantha!" He yells standing up and screaming this all in my face. I stand there frozen. With dad breathing heavily.

I just stand there holding in tears. "leave!" He yells at me, I run up to my room. I sit down on my bed my pink sheets bring no joy to me. i look in the mirror and let the tears flow freely i wish i had a tissue box in here. dads never yelled at me before, why start now?

he's not my real dad. My step dad. He found my on his door step. Original I know. I was young two or three. i don't remember any of my past before my step dad found me, all I knew was my name. I hate that name. So i never told my dad. I told him my name was Samantha.

And thats what everyone I know calls me. Which is not many. I never get out of this house, Maybe once a week to go to the shops or the park for fresh air. I don't even go to school. I do school programs on my laptop.

Dad won't let me answer the door or the phone anymore. Not since I turned seventeen which was last year. I can not wait till my eighteenth birthday next month then I can get out of this house. Or should I say prison. Not because I hate dad, I love him. it's just that I want some slack. And maybe I'm getting scared of living with him?

I dont want to go down there but i need food, i try to cry as quietly as possible. I hear my stomach growl. "Shut up." I whisper as I creep down the hall. I must have been sitting in my room for hours. 'Food.' Is all I can think about.

I make it to the fridge. And see dad through the window. He's sitting there watching the blank television screen. Eyebrows farrowed in thought. I open the fridge and find some old chines food. It'll do.

I start to creep back up the hall, but something catches my eye. I turn and see a letter half way through the bottom of the door. And then see it get pushed under the door mat.

Why would we be getting a letter at eleven at night? As I start to walk for the door I hear my dad get up. My heart starts to race. I need to see whats in that letter! I run to the door. Grab the letter and sprint up the hall to the bathroom.

I lock the door once i'm in. just as I hear the front door slam shut where could he be going? he never leaves me alone at night.

I look at the letter. On the front, it has Robert. my step dads first name. Written in black sharpie, I can still smell it. I open the letter and read "Robert. If you do not kill the girl, we will come and do it our selves." They couldn't mean me could they?

maybe dads out buying something to kill me with? And he's so uptight because he doesn't want to get caught for murder. "Shut up!" I scream at my head. I lean against the bathroom wall, i slide down and pull my knees up to my chest for as much comfort as i can get. the tap keeps dripping but my ears feel all stuffed from my crying, and I keep crying until can not shed one more tear. I hear the front door open and close. I can't tell him about this. At least not yet. But I may not have a chance to do it later.

I wait. Then run down the hall. place the letter back under the mat, and sprint up to my room.

This can't be happening. I lay down on my bed. Still wearing my clothing. Confusion and fear surrounding me. A tear slides down my cheek. I hear my door knob being rattled and freeze, the door creaks open and I hear someone walk in, I steady my breathing trying to make it look like I'm asleep. Dad comes and sit's down on the side of my bed.

He kisses my check, it's time. I think to myself. He's really going to do it. I hear a loud crash and then all I can think of, is the searing pain in my back 'he's stabbed me.' Is all I can think before the darkness takes over.

Authors note:

this is dedicated to my loving sister plaese check out her book 'precious' it would mean the world to me!! please do people!!!!

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