Deadly

Chapter Five: 3 Days

Vanessa's POV

The Next Morning...

It's now 10:00 in the morning, and Samantha is still asleep. I don't even blame her because I know she's been through a lot in her 3 years. By the looks of it, she hasn't slept in days, and has been beaten.

Little girls like her dont give themselves black eyes, bruises on their wrists, and small cuts on their necks, do they?

Just another reason to kill my father.

Right now, I'm at the level of anger where I'm blaming everyone's pain on my father. Just adding on to my list to show him no mercy, no matter how old, crippled, or disrespectful he is.

I need to stop thinking about him, and pay more attention to Samantha.

She felt quite comfortable in the guest bed. It has turquoise walls with red outline, and white designs. It has 2 twin beds on either side of the room. It doesn't have any toys, but it has a desk with a computer. She has a white dresser with flower designs on it.

Its empty..

I was hoping when she woke up, I'd get her a whole new wardrobe, because she isn't going anywhere. Im protecting this girl with my life from here on out. I'm going to treat her as if she were my own daughter. But, when she gets fully better from her "state" I was going to get a DNA test to see if we were really related.

We have the same hair and skin color, and she looks a lot like me when I was younger. Its really scary in a way that I can't explain, but Samantha could explain it better. If she'd talk more. I understand I haven't been with her for long, and she was too tired to do anything.

What I want to know is how she got in England, from Russia. She could not have just wandered by herself into someone's car or something. Once she gets older,  hopefully she can remember how she got here.

Standing downstairs cooking and thinking the living shit out of yourself can make you not notice things. Which means I didn't notice Samantha come downstairs and stand next to me.

She tugged on my shirt, and I nearly jumped 10 feet off of the ground. She saw how startled I was, and had an amused look on her face, mixed with fear. Fear from what?

"Hey, Samantha! Are you hungry?" I asked, kneeling down to her level. She just nodded.

"Go over there," I pointed to the large dining table, "and sit, okay? I'll bring you something to eat." She nodded again and slowly walked over, my pajama pants  hanging past her legs.

Grabbing several plates from the counter, I spread them out on the long black marble countertop. I put loads of pancakes on one plate, loads of eggs on another, with toast on another one, and 2 glasses of water. Speeding back and forth to set the table, Samantha just sat and looked at the black marble table, avoiding eye contact.

Once I set her plate with loads of food, she looked at it, and seemed as if she were debating whether she should eat it or not. Slightly concerned I watched for a good 10 seconds.

Still nothing.

"Samantha, you okay?" I asked, still watching her. I haven't even touched my food yet, and I wasn't going to until she ate hers.

"Haven't eaten," she paused, "3 days.."

Oh my dayum.  Who starved her for 3 days?! This is ridiculous! She has to eat. I don't want her on weight pills. Those can make people sick, especially when they're at her age.

"Samantha, you have to eat. Not eating isn't good for you," I said. I wasn't lecturing her, I was just in complete shock that she hasn't eaten for that long.

"Okay," was all she said before attacking the food like she hasn't eaten in days.

Because she hasn't...

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