Little To Be Told, chapter 3
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Sam came home that night, her dad was drunk, nothing new for her. He stumbled into the room and grabble the front of her shirt, and looked at her in his drunken way. She yanked free of his grasp. He tried to grab her shirt again but she stepped back and he fell over. Once he got himself together he stood up his full height, a much bigger one than her. She took after her mother when it came to height. With one arm holding the couch he swung his arm narrowly missing her arm. He swung again, but this time he hit her in the face. She fell back and hit her head on the table, to get a nice bleeding forehead.
Since he was blocking the stairs she ran out the door, tripping down the brick stairs because of her bleeding head. She laid on the grass for a minute, and looked at the door that was still wide open from when she ran out. She saw her father sitting on the couch with a glass in his hand, but he suddenly looked out the door and saw her there. He took his glass and threw it at the wall, wine splashing everywhere. He rose himself from his spot on the couch, about to walk out the door but tripped over the cat who bolted up the stairs.
Sam got up from the ground not even thinking of going back into her house. She walked down the street with her hood up, even though it was dark out, she still didn't want people to see her.
She walked to the only house she felt safe at. Billie Joe's. Not knowing what reaction she will get she walked up to the door and cautiously knocked. Praying that his mom Ollie didn't answer the door. After about a minute, Mike answered the door. No wonder Billie was too lazy to get it.
"Sam...is that you?" He asked. She nodded. Mike must have saw a little bit of my face, because he instantly pulled up her hood.
"Sam! What happened?! Bill, get in here!" He led me into the room, and onto the couch. Billie Joe burst through the door, almost hitting Mike in the back.
"W-What happened, Sam?!" Billie asked, utterly confused.
"Sam, what happened?" Mike said, wiping blood off Sam's face and smearing it on his pants. She gulped a few times then said,
"M-my dad." Mike looked down. He didn't know what to saw, he wanted to curse his head off about this man, but it was her father.
"Sam...Sam h-how long has he been doing this?" Billie Joe said. Mike looked up.
"A while." Was all she replied with.
"How long?"
"Very long."
"Sam, How long has your father been doing this?" Billie said with his voice rising. She didn't say anything.
"Sam!" She mumbled something.
"What?"
"Since I was 11!" She burst out, standing up. Billie was taken aback.
"What? Since you were 11?! Why the hell didn't you tell us!?" His voice began to rise loud as hers. She sat back down.
"Sam?" His voice not nearly as loud as it was.
"I- I didn't..."
"You..."
"I didn't want you to...feel bad for me."
"Sam...Sam, if your father was hitting you, you should have told someone." She looked at her lap.
"Wait a minute." Billie Joe said. He grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt and pulled it off to reveal her arms that were covered in scars.
"Sam?" She looked not away from Billie but away from her arms.
"Sam?" He repeated
"Yes...Billie."
"How long has your father been doing this?"
"Uhh...I don't know."
"You do know, Sam. Could you please tell me?"
"Why would you like to know!" She burst out on him.
"Sam, I'm your friend I think its good for me to know!"
"Well I don't!" She stood up. Billie Joe wasn't going to move, but he wasn't going to let her leave.
"Ok, ok. You can keep that to yourself if you really want to, but could you please sit down?" She did as he asked.
"I'll go get a wash cloth." Mike, who was standing silently, said.
"Alright." Billie Joe said. Mike came back a couple minutes later with a wet wash cloth and started wiping it on her forehead. Billie told Sam that she was sleeping in his room whether she liked it or not, and that he was downstairs. He left the room to go pick up his own and make the bed. A few minutes later he came down and announced it was ready for whenever she wanted to got to bed.
"I think I'm going to go to bed now." She said a little while later while watching TV and she was all cleaned up.
"Alright. G'night Sam." Mike said.
"Night." Billie Joe said as she walked up the stairs
Since he was blocking the stairs she ran out the door, tripping down the brick stairs because of her bleeding head. She laid on the grass for a minute, and looked at the door that was still wide open from when she ran out. She saw her father sitting on the couch with a glass in his hand, but he suddenly looked out the door and saw her there. He took his glass and threw it at the wall, wine splashing everywhere. He rose himself from his spot on the couch, about to walk out the door but tripped over the cat who bolted up the stairs.
Sam got up from the ground not even thinking of going back into her house. She walked down the street with her hood up, even though it was dark out, she still didn't want people to see her.
She walked to the only house she felt safe at. Billie Joe's. Not knowing what reaction she will get she walked up to the door and cautiously knocked. Praying that his mom Ollie didn't answer the door. After about a minute, Mike answered the door. No wonder Billie was too lazy to get it.
"Sam...is that you?" He asked. She nodded. Mike must have saw a little bit of my face, because he instantly pulled up her hood.
"Sam! What happened?! Bill, get in here!" He led me into the room, and onto the couch. Billie Joe burst through the door, almost hitting Mike in the back.
"W-What happened, Sam?!" Billie asked, utterly confused.
"Sam, what happened?" Mike said, wiping blood off Sam's face and smearing it on his pants. She gulped a few times then said,
"M-my dad." Mike looked down. He didn't know what to saw, he wanted to curse his head off about this man, but it was her father.
"Sam...Sam h-how long has he been doing this?" Billie Joe said. Mike looked up.
"A while." Was all she replied with.
"How long?"
"Very long."
"Sam, How long has your father been doing this?" Billie said with his voice rising. She didn't say anything.
"Sam!" She mumbled something.
"What?"
"Since I was 11!" She burst out, standing up. Billie was taken aback.
"What? Since you were 11?! Why the hell didn't you tell us!?" His voice began to rise loud as hers. She sat back down.
"Sam?" His voice not nearly as loud as it was.
"I- I didn't..."
"You..."
"I didn't want you to...feel bad for me."
"Sam...Sam, if your father was hitting you, you should have told someone." She looked at her lap.
"Wait a minute." Billie Joe said. He grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt and pulled it off to reveal her arms that were covered in scars.
"Sam?" She looked not away from Billie but away from her arms.
"Sam?" He repeated
"Yes...Billie."
"How long has your father been doing this?"
"Uhh...I don't know."
"You do know, Sam. Could you please tell me?"
"Why would you like to know!" She burst out on him.
"Sam, I'm your friend I think its good for me to know!"
"Well I don't!" She stood up. Billie Joe wasn't going to move, but he wasn't going to let her leave.
"Ok, ok. You can keep that to yourself if you really want to, but could you please sit down?" She did as he asked.
"I'll go get a wash cloth." Mike, who was standing silently, said.
"Alright." Billie Joe said. Mike came back a couple minutes later with a wet wash cloth and started wiping it on her forehead. Billie told Sam that she was sleeping in his room whether she liked it or not, and that he was downstairs. He left the room to go pick up his own and make the bed. A few minutes later he came down and announced it was ready for whenever she wanted to got to bed.
"I think I'm going to go to bed now." She said a little while later while watching TV and she was all cleaned up.
"Alright. G'night Sam." Mike said.
"Night." Billie Joe said as she walked up the stairs
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