Scarred (on hold)

Chapter 7...

'Sometimes we never realise how precious things really are until they're taken away from us.'

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"Mum, i still can't believe it. You're actually gone, you left me. " I stare at the freshly dug drave only hours old, my mum lay beneath it. Her white tombstone read:

Clarissa Smith,

beloved wife of Albert Smith

and loving mother of Sam and Jason. 

I scoffed. Beloved wife of Carl Smith, my backfoot. What a lie. I closed my eyes,and hoped for me to open them to realising it was a nightmare. It's just a nightmare. Just a nightmare. I closed my eyes even tighter willing it to be untrue. Please work. Please.

I opened mhy eyes after what felt like an age, to see my dad standing besides me. "come on, I don't have all day, get a move on." he grumbled. He was given parental authority by the Social services now that mum was gone. If it weren't for his reputation, he most probably would have never promised to take care of me. In a way, I was glad he was going to look after me, it'd be better than absolute strangers. My mind thought back to.... James. I shivered.

I stood up and started to walk off. But i turned around once more and whispered "bye mum." We walked out of the graveyard in silence. Ii walked up to his silver mercedes and got in. The large plush, beige leather seats enveloped me. I closed my eyes. Bye mum.Bye.

After roughly an hour of driving. The car stopped. "We're here. Come on." he told me. I got out of the car and headed towards the boot.  "Carlo will take your bags, just come in." As if on cue, a spanish old man came and took my bag away. 

I walked into the large house. "Sam, come sit." He's being nice? O...K. I sat on the red sofa and waited as he sat opposite me. "If you're living here, there's some rules you have to follow." I rolled my eyes. What else could I have expected?  "First, you'll be going to another school one that is closer. Second you can do what you want. I don't give a shit. Just stay out of my way and I don't care. Wow. So basically I was free. I could do what I wanted.  Mum would have never let me. Mum, I miss you already. 

I opened my mouth to speak but he interrupted. "Here, keep this, atleast that way you won't be harrassing me for money. " he tossed a card at me. A credit card. Wow. He then stormed off. Thanks for the wonderful welcome dad. Thanks.

Carlo walked in, "Madame Sam, I've put your bag in your room, would you like anything to eat or drink?" he asked.

I smiled. "thanks Carlo, just call me Sam, everyone does. Plus im not hungry at the moment so yeah. I'm dying for a  shower, so can you take me to my room please."

"Sure Mada...I mean Sam." he corrected. 

I followed him out of the room and up the large staircase. He open the double doors which led to an extra large deep purple coloured bedroom. Wow! Dad's house is luxurious. I walked up to the large round bed and flopped on it. I closed my eyes and began to drift.

Mum was standing in the middle of the woods. Her face was pale and her white dress blew furiously with the wind. 'bye Sam' she mouthed, she then turned around and began to walk away from me. "Mum, where are you going? Mum? Don't go. Mum! Please, you can't. Mum!" I called after her. I ran behind her, but as I was running I tripped, i fell hard. My body ached. I looked up to see her disappear into the distance. I could feel warm salty tears strolling down my face. "Mum! Don't!" i yelled once again. "Now, now, now, don't cry sweet cheeks, James is here for you." I sat up. He stroked my cheek. I shivered. "sent me to jail, didn't you?" his fingers moved down towards my throat. "thought i'd never get out, hmm?"  His hands had now reached my throat. He fingers turned into a lock around my throat. I gasped for breath. I opened my mouth and tried to scream but nothing came out. My vision blurred. 

"Sam, Sam. Wake up." I opened my eyes, Carlos was shaking me. "Bad dream. Bad dream." I told myself out loud. I looked around the room nervously. James is not here. No-one is after me.

I walked into the shower room and took a warm bath. I cried as I saw the bruises covering my body. The cut I gave myself in the hospital stung. Tears strolled down my face. I needed an excuse, an excuse to cry. Mum. James. I hate this!

I walked out of the shower room and changed into something loose and comfortable. I walked around the house till i found the dining room. I sat at the table. Whilst we were eating dad spoke. "You start school tomorrow. Carlo will take you, be ready. Don't be late." he snapped and then walked out. Once I finished, I returned to my room and jumped onto my bed. 

I turned on my laptop, and signed onto wattpad. After reading for roughly 3 hours, i felt drowsiness overcoming me. I yawned. I closed my eyes and lay down to sleep. New school. Lets hope its good. With fingers crossed, I drifted off to sleep.