TMR/TBS Imagines

Sam // The Guitar (Pt.1)

* Sam is the character Thomas Brodie Sangster plays in the short Left Hand Man and the movie Phantom Halo *

"If you don't get our right now I will kill you! I don't want you here! The only reason I kept you is for your mother but guess where she is, dead!" My father was having one of his typical screaming matches at me.

I'm a 16 year old girl living with her abusive, alcoholic father. My mother died when I was only 10 which sent my father haywire. He drank every night and smoked a pack a day yet the money rolled in constantly. My mother inherited millions from her mother and when she died, it was passed to my dad.

I couldn't leave despite the money, since none of if went to things I needed. Not a single dime of those millions went to me as it wasn't ever stated in her will since she died so abruptly-a car accident.

Let me first day this man isn't my real father. I'm the product of an affair my mother had after he cheated on my mother. Basically they each cheated but I was a result of hers. My 'father' never let me live it down.

He constantly screamed at me dehumanizing phrases that I've learned to tune it out as best as I can. I've learned as well not to fight back. This just means harder and longer punishments which I can't afford.

Suddenly, I looked up and see a bottle being tossed towards me. I quickly ducked my head with a loud gasp. The bottle smashed against the wall with a loud crash as brown alcohol oozed over the white painted walls.

"You little bitch!" He screamed before gripping my throat. He choked the air as i was pushed against a wall. I gripped his hand as he loosened slightly.

"The second you turn 18, you're gone! I wanna never see your pathetic worthless face ever again! You're nothing and you're mother knew that too! You were just a fucking accident that we all have to deal with. When I get back, that better be cleaned up!" He screamed before retracting his hand and running out the door. I collapsed on the ground touching my bruised neck. I was hyperventilating as i sucked in huge gulps of air.

It took minutes but I caught my breath and found I had cut my knees falling on the shattered glass. I carefully stood up and grabbed the necessary supplies to clean not only my wounds but the wall.

This took half an hour before I went to my room and changed while grabbing my guitar. i was pulled out of school by my father who said he didn't need to pay for education when he could teach me.

I grabbed my stuff and headed to the busy street in the center of the city. I specifically positioned myself across from a boy, my age, doing something similar to me. During the day he would perform Shakespeare along with his brother who pick pocketed people. It made me laugh everything looking at them.

I knew the boys, the Emerson's. The older one was named Beckett and the younger, Sam. Sam and I were in the same grade before I was pulled out. He happened to be my only friend in school for years and when we left, we sadly drifted apart.

I strummed my guitar when I noticed he was preparing himself to set up. I noticed the couple people gathering in a circle in front of me as I began the words.

/Wise men say, only fools rush in
Cause I can't help falling in love with you/

It was the song I typically sang and due to it being so widely popular, it drew many people. I sang the whole way through smiling at the people dropping change of small bills into my hat. As I finished that song I shifted to the next one: Teenage Dream by Katy Perry.

This continued until I had sung five songs and collected loads of money. I slipped my guitar back into its case before picked up the hat and placing it in my lap. I counted through the change and folded the bills and dropped the change into the pocket of my guitar case. 37 dollars and 89 cents. I was lucky I got that much.