Imagination //Jakob Delgado//

//One//

Samantha

"And don't come back!" My drunk mother screams, throwing me out of the house. 

Tears fall down my face, I run, I run far away, somewhere that monster that I call my mother won't find me.

I can't stay there..

Tessa..

I hope she'll be okay. I sit down against a tree holding my legs up to my chest, slightly sobbing.

I slowly pick myself up, my legs aching from running so much. I grab my backpack and continue walking from the driveway of my mother's house.

I walk across the roads in the city of New York, people walking, people driving. 

Yep, a busy city indeed.

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After 3 hours of being away from home i decide to head back home, I don't even wanna begin to imagine what beating my mother has planned for me.

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I slowly enter the house and see my sister Tessa quietly sleeping on the couch. I frown, knowing we have no way out of this hell hole we call, home.

Tessa starts slightly shuffling around, then her eyes open.

"Sammie.", she comes running up to me and hugs me.

"Hey Tess" I say hugging back.

"Where were you?" She asks, as tears formed in her delicate green eyes.

"Out" I say.

"You promised never to leave me behind" She frowns.

"I did, and I promise from now on I will always be by your side, while we are living in this hell hole" I say tucking a bit of her hair behind her ear.

"Where is Mom?" I ask looking around.

"She went out to the bar, probably with that guy she brought home the other night" She says sadly.

"Did she hurt you?" I ask. She slightly nods looking down at her feet.

"Can I please have a look?" I ask gently, she hesitates before lifting up her shirt revealing a few bruises on her back.

I embrace her in a hug.

"What are we going to do?" She asks, as tears spill from her eyes.

"I don't know..." I trail off.

I hop up and head into the kitchen, looking for food in the fridge. The fridge was almost half empty considering my mother won't get a job.

I grab out 2 apples for me and Tessa to eat.

"Tess, are you hungry?!" I ask from the kitchen.

"Yes Please" She runs into the kitchen and takes the apple from me biting into it. I bite into my apple and sit down at the table, scrolling through instagram.

Tessa comes running into the kitchen, "Mom's home!" She says shaking nervously/terrified.

"Quick, go to your room and I'll go to mine" I say, she hesitates before heading to her room upstairs, I throw away my apple and rush up to my room.

I shut the door and lay back on my bed. Tears forming in my eyes.

I hear a bottle smash from downstairs, Oh no..

"You little dog! Why are you still here!" Tessa!

I rush downstairs to see Tessa with bits of glass stuck in her arm, tears rolling down her face uncontrollably, on the other hand, Mom with a half broken wine bottle in her hand.

"Mom! what are you doing?!" I shout.

"Go back to your room you filthy dog!" She shouts, heat boiling to her cheeks. 

"Tessa! get behind me" She hides behind me, as the women I call my mother instantly clenches her fists.

"I Said. Get. Back. To. Your. Room And I will finish Tessa off"Mom almost yells, a look of anger plastered on her face.

"No! Why don't you go back to the pub, you alcoholic!" I feel a stinging sensation on my cheek, I realise that my mother has slapped me across the face.

I feel tears form in my eyes as I slap my mom. I take Tessa back up to my room and lock the door.

I sit Tessa on my bed, as I examine the the glass bits that are stuck in her arm. "I will be back, stay here" I whisper quietly, she nods.

I sneak out of my bedroom and into the bathroom grabbing the first aid kit and sneak back into my bedroom.

"This may hurt a bit" I say to Tessa.

"Just get them out" She stutters.

I grab the tweezers out and start carefully plucking the glass pieces from out of her arm One by one.

I grab out a bandage once I'm finished and wrap it around her arm and pinning it together to stay stable.

"All better" I say putting the first aid kit back up in my cupboard.

"Thankyou Sammie" she hugs me and kisses my cheek.

"Your welcome, I promise not to let her lay another finger on you" I promise.

"Promise?" She asks.

"Promise" I say latching my pinkie with hers.