Judged

Chapter 1

(A/N at end of chapter)

~Chapter 1~

"Sam get your ass out here!" Doug yelled from the living room where he and his friends watching the 49 football game.

I sigh and stop washing the dishes. I dry my hands and walk into the room already preparing for the harassment. I see the same 3 people plus Doug sitting on the couch drinking bud lite and smoking Marlboro-Lights 100's.

"Yes Doug?" I say as I try to hold my breath at the sickening stench of beer waving off all 4 of them.

Doug sat forward and grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him. I tried to struggle away from him but his grip tightened.

"Go get me and my friends some more bud lite will you. Sweetheart." He said with a boozy smile.

I smiled weakly as shook my head. As I walked away I murmured under my breath.

"You have legs go get it yourself fat ass." I giggled to myself.

"What was that?" I stopped dead in my tracks and looked over my shoulder.

Doug was standing 4 feet away from me giving me a glare.

"I didn't say anything." My heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to burst out of my chest.

My face got red and I started shaking. For I knew what was about to happen.

"Get over here." He said as he pointed to me and motioned his finger for me to come to him.

I stepped toward him and I swore I never took a breath. It struck me like lightening. I never saw it coming. The pain in my left cheek felt like someone set fire to it. I fell to the wood floor with a thud, his friends and him laughed as say up holding my face. I could feel tears well up in my eyes. Before I tried to get up I felt pain on my head like someone was pulling it. He grabbed ahold of my hair and pulled me up to a standing position. Tears streaked my face as I pleaded for him to me let go.

"Please let me go!" I yelled at him trying to struggle away but the pain was too much.

"You need to learn to respect me or you'll be in a world of hurt. Understand me?" I shook my head just to make the pain stop.

"Hey man c'mon let's watch the game don't waste your time in the little bitch." His friend named Dan said slurry. He let go and I ran upstairs crying as I closed my door. I put my back to the door and slid to the floor in a mess of tears. About 20 minutes later "I hear a soft Knock on my door.

"Sam it's me, Jason." The voice said softly.

Jason is my foster brother were not actually related. But we have been close for the whole time we lived here, which was since I was born. He's 1 year older than me which he brags about all the time. I don't say anything I just sit there with tear stains on my cheeks not wanting to show my weakness to him.