Blue lights and bruises

Chapter 2

He treated her like a child. That was apparent. Again and again he would tell her off and send her to bed.

she had no idea what she had done to deserve this. All the same she didn't want to upset him or, god forbid, get on his bad side.

"When are you going to get this Sam."
She was of course talking to herself, a very unhealthy habit of hers.
"He treats you like shit and you know it! You need to leave... I know you can't. But you'll sort something out eventually. As soon as you have the money, you're gone."

She did this often. Gave herself a little pep talk for a future that was a world away. It gave her hope at least.

After her talk she pulled herself together and convinced herself that she had time to kill before she needed to go to bed. Besides, jay said he wouldn't be back till' tomorrow so she had nothing to worry about.

Sam wandered back upstairs, unsure of what to do while he was gone. That prick had an obsession with obedience but who was he to tell her what to do? So she settled on an idea she liked very much.

She carefully opened the door to the bedroom where jay had told her to go. But rather than sleeping she ran her hand over the array of books scattered along her little shelf, settling on a classic copy of Peter Pan and taking her place in her corner next to the window. It didn't take her long to settle herself down, only moving to push her small framed glasses up her nose or to push a strand of her short red hair out her face.

He last thing she had expected to hear was the front door slamming open.