I'm a hopeless romantic so I write stories about The Maze Runner's Newt or Thomas Brodie Sangster. Most of them are sweet but some are heartbreaking. Thanks for reading and voting! :)
* Samuel is the character Thomas Brodie-Sangster plays in the movie Phantom Halo *
18 years I've been alive and 15 of them have been spent with an abusive father. His name was Warren and he wasn't really my father, just a figure. He had taken me in when a woman named Elizabeth (his wife) did when she saw how I hadn't had anywhere else to live. She ran out on us years ago and every year the four of us, Warren and his two sons, celebrate her birthday in hopes she'll come back and rescue us.
Money is a big issue. We live in the smallest house in the city with thousands of dollars in debts and late fees. We manage to scrap by the the money Samuel and Beckett manage to 'collect' in the streets or the money I make as a stripper. It's a nasty and filthy life but there's no where to run to.
"(Y/N) come here," Warren called as I entered the house at what the clock read as nine at night.
"Yes sir," I said and stood in front of him.
"Where have you been?" He growled as I found myself shaking. As I said he was abusive and wouldn't hesitate to beat the hell out of you if you managed to step out of line the tiniest bit.
"I-i was caught up but-but I made a little extra," i stuttered and dug in my pocket.
"Come on girl, get it out!" He yelled and slammed his bottle on the table with a loud thump.
I finally pulled out the extra fifty in different small bills and handed it to him. He took them and counted it with his shaking hands. I moved my eyes off Warren and looked down the hall of the small kitchen where Sam stood.
Me and Sam had a weird relationship. We were told to act as siblings but behind closed doors, we loved each other. We found ourselves finding comfort in each other knowing we, besides Beckett, were the only thing each other had. It somehow brought us in love.
"47! You pathetic girl!" He screamed before whipping his hand through the air having it land on my cheek. I knew after different punishments not to cry or fight back after he hit me so I bit on my lip hard enough to bleed.
"I expect at least double tomorrow night or don't even bother coming back," he hissed and ripped the bottle off the table and trudged into his room after slamming the door.
I walked slowly to Sam and my shared room where he was sitting in the bed knowing Warren couldn't catch him spying or he'd be punished severely.
Sam placed the book he had on the nightstand as he came to me and cupped my cheeks. He brushed over the fresh bruise making me wince as I placed my hands around his.
"I'm so sorry baby," he said finally meeting my eyes.
"It's not your fault babe. Can you just lay with me?" He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the bed before pulling the covers over us. He pulled me into his chest as I ran my fingers over the collar of his shirt.
"One day we'll escape just like the Phantom Halo did. Then I'll protect you," he whispered and pecked my forehead. I curled tighter into him as I listened to his irregular heartbeat.
"It's okay Sammy. Just hold me," I said and felt him pull me even closer. Our lives might be total hell but at least we found one thing to cling to. One light left in us.
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