Eliza

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Sam POV*

Yesterday was so much fun with Liz. I was sad when she had to leave though. Ever since yesterday, me and her spend alot of time together. Getting to know each other bit by bit everyday. Me and her hang out at each other's houses everyday. She was lucky she lived on her own. As for me, I live with my dad. My mom died at the age of 7 due to cancer. She is forever in my heart and the reason why I live everyday. My dad works alot and goes on business trips alot so I barely get to see him.

The only times I see him is on my birthday, Mom's birthday, and on Christmas. And that sucks. He only stays for a week, and then leaves back to work. Its like he barely pays attention to me. But I could understand some what. I am the splitten image of my mother.

As I told Liz all this, all I could do was hug her and cry.

"Its ok, Sam. Its ok." she said softly.

"I know. But it bothers me. Me and him don't talk at all. He is only focused on his job rather than me his daughter." I said.

"That's messed up." she said. I nodded my head in agreement.

"It doesn't matter now. I have my 2 bestfriends and they helped me through all the hard times and for that I am grateful." I said with a small smile.

"That's good. and if it helps, you are the only friend I made in the last 3 years of highschool." she said softly.

"How come ? " I said. I was surprised.

"Well, I was bullied all through fresman, sophmore, and junior year. All because I was naturally pretty and lived on my own. My parents died in the summer of 8th grade. They were murdered and the guy now rots in prison. Since both my parents were only children and my grandparents had already deceased, they, the government gave me the house two doors down from yours. I've been living on my own since then. Everyone at school, labeled me a hoe. When I'm not. I was raped twice by my dad's friends at different times. I don't let it get to me, because I have alot to live for. And, I know life is alot better. Everyone pretty much leaves me alone since I fight every single one of them that say something to me." She said, chuckling a little.

Liz is a strong person for having to go through all that pain. And me and her are close in some ways because we both don't have our moms. I have some one that is in my shoes a little. But her life was alot harder than mine.

I'm glad me and her crossed paths. This just means that I fell for her alot. And I don't know what to do about that.