Sam's P.O.V.:
One thing that I couldn't get out of my mind was what my mom would always say, "Be who you are Samee, and not who you aren't!" Samee was my name, but people call me Sam; and the only reason that saying stayed with me was because that was the last thing my mom ever told me before she left us.
She abandoned my father and I when I was only 14 years old and since then nothing has been the same. Her leaving affected my father the most, whenever I was around he always found a reason to abuse me; not only did he beat me but he raped me. All this had started about a year after my mother left and there was no way around it, I was considered lucky since my "father" never actually used protection. Every time he would rape me he would say "You're the reason your mom left us! She couldn't stand you and neither can I!" Those memories would be the last thing I would remember before I would sleep.
"Ring, Ring, Ring!" was all I could hear when I opened my eyes. 'ugh stupid alarm' I thought. As I turned off the alarm I realized I would be late to school if I didn't hurry up; its not if I like school, its just that if I didn't hurry up then my "dad" would wake up and would have a reason to rape me today! As I stepped into the shower I let the hot water hit my back and relax my body. It felt as if I was only in there for about a minute when the truth was I was in there for 10 minutes. When I stepped out the shower I realized that I really was going to be late to school. I reached my bedroom and quickly put on a pair of black skinnies, a blue tank top, my blue converse and of course my black hoodie. I didn't really have any time to do my hair so I just let it loose and ran a comb through it once. I headed downstairs as I started to dial Danny's number, wondering if he would be able to give me a ride to school today. Danny was my best friend and has always been there for me when I needed his help.
"Hey Sam, what's up?" Danny asked.
"Hey Danny, I need a ride to school before my dad wakes up. Can you pick me up?" I whispered.
"Yea sure, you ready yet? And are you ever going to tell me the reason why you never want to see your dad?" Danny asked. Danny has always tried to find out why I always want to leave before my dad wakes up or why I never want to go home, but I always try to avoid that conversation.
"I'm ready already, and I'll tell you when I'm ready to, okay?" I hated keeping secrets from Danny, but this is one secret I never wanted him to find out. I had always been embarrassed and scared of what he would say if he ever found out what my 'dad' does to me almost every night. I was merely ashamed about what was being done to me and the fact was I couldn't do anything about it.
"Okay, I'll be there in 10 minutes. Oh and Sam, if you need to talk to someone, you know im here right?" Danny's voice was full of concern.
"I know, you've always been there for me." As I said this I realized I wasn't the only one awake in the house. I turned around to find my father coming downstairs heading towards me with a anger spread across his face, and I knew what that meant. My mind was telling me to run out of the house, but my body wasn't moving an inch.
"Who the hell are you talking to?" He practically yelled at me.
"Hurry Dan..." was all I got to say before my father reached for my phone threw it across the room and shattered when it hit the wall.
"Answer me!" He demanded.
"I was just calling a friend for a ride to school." I practically whispered.
"Don't you lie to me you little bitch," as he said this he slapped me across the face with an amount of force. "Im going to teach you not to lie to me ever again," he said slyly with a smirk on his face. I knew what he meant and I thought to myself 'not again'. He grabbed my hair and threw me against the wall like I was some kind of rag doll. As I tried to get up I felt an excruciating pain on my side, and I was sure I broke a few ribs.
