Fool For You (gxg) | Completed ✔️

1. Coffee girl

A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first book. I hope you guys enjoy it and please do be kind in the comments. Thank you and happy reading. All your support is greatly appreciated :)

*** Important: This book is not set in the US or the UK or any typical "white" country (did not mean this in an offensive way). Writing this I did not specifically choose for it to follow the rules/law or the way language is anywhere. Since a lot of readers have voiced out opinions and stuff, so this is just a disclaimer. Not every English book has to come from somewhere with an English background and the law is not the same everywhere. And this is purely fiction! Thank you! Also. The rest of the world speaks English too :) ***

Happy reading. Thanks for choosing this story!

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Sam's pov.

"Sam! Get down here this instant!" Mum roared, her voice shaking me to my core. Oh God, what is it this time? I thought I did everything right. I quickly scrambled off the bed, tying my hair into a messy bun and ran down the stairs.

She stood there in the kitchen, her hand on the countertop and her lips in a thin line. I gulped, fear growing in me.

"There was dirt in the oven. I thought I told you to clean everything up." she started, her voice soft. I flinched and coward back in fear. She turned to me now, her eyes wide and her mouth in an angry sneer. (A/N: Because of the numerous comments about my choice of word, "dirt" and people thinking I actually mean dirt, like from the earth/ground. No. I just meant like dirt as in dirty. It's just a term to say when something isn't clean. So. Sorry for the confusion :) happy reading)

"Didn't I tell you Samantha?!" she yelled, her hand hitting the countertop, her face red in anger. I flinched and moved back, shaking and nodding in absolute fear.

"Yes Ma'am," I whisper, looking down. My heart was racing, my hands cold and clammy as I held onto my jumper. No. Please. No.

"Then why didn't you listen to me!?" she gripped my hair and pulled me towards her making me hiss in pain. Tears cloud my vision as I mutter apologies and I forget how to breathe.

"You lying dog! Clean that up right now and no food for 2 days!" she threw me to the floor, my head hit the side of the fridge and I tried not to scream. 

I stayed there frozen, my heart racing, tears all over my face now then heard my stomach rumble. I was supposed to get food today. It's been 2 days. Another 2 days? I sniffled and held in my whimper. No crying, Sam, it's okay.

I shook off all those sad thoughts and rubbed the soon to be a bruise on my forehead and started cleaning the oven again. I checked it, a million times earlier. How could I miss it?

 I sighed and took the old rag and cleaned it again before checking the whole kitchen three times and then walking out.

"We're going out. And you're following. Put on some better clothes and comb that nest of yours, dog." Mum sneered and pushed my shoulder before walking away. I held my tongue and ran to my room, tears falling down even more. Why was she so mean to me?

I wiped the tears, breathing and calming myself down, changed my clothes, combed my hair into a ponytail, and quietly waited for her and dad downstairs.

"Hurry up, will ya!" Dad growls at Mum as they head outside, I follow them with my head down. They locked the door and started their usual arguing. Where were we going? I trailed behind them, looking around, getting some fresh air while I could, I was never allowed out. Why did they make me follow?

They turn down the street and I see a new little coffee shop open right across. Are we heading there? Just then Dad pulled Mum by the hand and crossed the street and I ran following them. We got into the shop and I couldn't help but let out a small whimper smelling all the cake and pastries, not to mention coffee. Dad walked over to a table and sat down, and mum too and I stood there beside them.