Bending the wrong way ||Solby💖💖||

Prologue

Five-year-old Sam stared out the car window in horror as they entered the town. Everything looked the same, the houses, the gardens, the trees.

"Don't worry baby, you'll like it here, I promise. And if you and your sisters- I mean brother and sister- sorry Ben," "It's okay mum." "As I was saying, if you, Ben and Allison don't like it here, we'll look for a new home." Sam thought for a moment.

"Why can't we just go home? I have friends there."

Once Sam had said that silence fell throughout the car.

"Sam... a bad man hurt your older sister and that man could do things to you and Benny like he did to her." His father said not taking his eyes off the road.

"What did he do?" The five-year-old blonde asked his parents.

"Sam. Here." His mother started as she started digging around in her purse. She gripped an old leather bound book out pulled it out.

It was a scarlet like color with a lighter shade of stripes on it. She started ripping out pages and stuffing them into her bag.

Handing the book to Sam she spoke to him.

"When I was younger my mother gave me this book for my birthday telling me that if anything happened and that she wasn't there, or I wanted to say something but couldn't, to write in this book. At first I thought it was stupid-" The two youngest children in the car gasped at her foul choice of word. "-oops forget I said that children. At first I thought it was a bit silly, but then my Mummy died and I didn't have anyone to go to for help, so I wrote in this book. I'll admit, it was awkward." She paused for a minute trying to find the correct words. "But it truly did help me, I tried my best to write in it everyday. I stopped writing when I was fourteen, but I still kept it with me wherever I went, and now I'm giving it to you Sam." His mother inhaled a deep breath, you could tell she was trying to hold back tears, luckily his Dad spoke up. "If anything ever happens to me or your mother, don't be hesitant to write in it. When you can write that is."

A laugh was carried through the car before he heard his mother scream and felt her arms wrap around him and his siblings.

He felt the impact of another car hitting there's and saw his father's head impact the car window smashing it and blood erupting from his skull. That was all he could remember before everything went fuzzy.

Sam pushed the food around on his plate before standing up and putting it on the counter.

Sighing he went upstairs to his small room and lay down on his bed, he started to doze off, exhausted from the mental trauma of the bad memories that still haunted his mind.

'It's been ten years, why does this still happen to me?' Sam thought. He could feel the tears begin to well up in his eyes, Sam knew the only way to get his mind off this horrid topic was sleep. So, he began to drift off into unconsciousness.

Just before falling asleep, Sam's room was invaded by his foster mother, as usual she was looking for any little thing to complain about, the unclean plate was her opportunity. She burst through the door without warning and immediately began her tirade, her "argument" began with calling Sam "an ungrateful little brat that doesn't deserve to live under the same roof as her" as she droned on, Sam only began paying less and less attention, until her words simply became a humming noise, barely even audible.

Once she had slammed the door and headed over to her room, he tried to join the land of dreams again, only to have the door opened again and a head poke through.

"You okay, Sam? You didn't eat much." Aiden spoke, clearly concerned for Sam's wellbeing.

"I'm fine, I guess I just wasn't very hungry." Sam shrugged, not wanting to cause Aiden any additional concern.

Maybe he should write in his Mother's book.