Come and Get It

Sammie Harris's life has been filled with tragedy ever since she could remember. When she was ten, her father was shot by her older brother for reasons she won't tell. After that her mother became addicted to drugs and sex. All of these brought back mental and physical abuse to her household.
One summer's day, she decided that she was through...
That was when she met the new boy in town...the boy with the secret...

WARNING::: This book contains sexual hinting and scenes, talking and participation in drug use, the use of alcohol, and a large amount of cussing.

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1. Our Secret

Sammie's POV

 

My life has never been perfect... It's been far from it. At first, yeah...everything was great. That was...until I started to grow up into my teenage years. I lived with my father and two brothers: Ronald and Robby. I was the youngest of the three, and had them both wrapped around my finger. They'd do anything for me. My mother was just like any other normal mother... She would wake up in the mornings, fix breakfast, help us get ready for school, and then go to work. That was her usual schedule. And my father, he was great. The best dad a kid to have. He played with us, joked with us, and let us off the hook if we did a minor thing wrong. He was always there for us, or at least I thought he was.

Robby and Ronald's dad died of a heart attack before my mom married my dad, so they were basically half-brothers to me. Either way, we always treated each other as if we were total siblings. They treated me like family, but they didn't treat my father the same way. They didn't trust him for some reason.

They kept telling me that there was something weird about him, but I called them nuts and laughed at their opinions on him. 

Now, I wish I hadn't laughed... I wish that I could go back and change my actions. I wanted to go back and make myself see all the signs.

My father paid more attention to me than he did the boys. He always complimented me on my appearance, and praised me for everything I did. He hugged me a lot, and kissed the top of my head. My mother didn't see it... I didn't either... But my brothers turned out to be smarter than the two of us.

My brothers were in their room playing video games the night that it happened, and my mother was working late. I was only ten years old, and not well educated in...certain things, if you know what I mean. I didn't pay attention to any of it. I didn't think it would happen, especially not to me.

My father was a tall man with green eyes and dark blonde hair. He wasn't muscular, but he wasn't skinny either. 

He had casually made his way into my room, where I was working on my homework. He knelt down beside me as I sat at my wooden desk, and asked me if I needed help with anything. 

I shook my head silently before I felt his hand on my knee. At first I was confused, but then I decided that he was just comforting me as I thought. His hand rose higher, making my look up at him to meet his soft smile. Once his hand reached my inner thigh, I began to feel uncomfortable. He brought his other hand gently to my wrist, and leaned his head forward to whisper in my ear. 

"Let's take a snack break, alright?" 

I just stared at him. I didn't completely understand what he was saying, but I nodded anyways. I stood from the desk, slipping out of his grasp and heading towards the door. He caught me by my upper arm and forced me back into the room. With a swipe of his hand, he closed the door. I was suddenly forced to the bed with him on top of me.

I remember screaming at him, telling him that he was hurting me... But he just continued to tell me to shut up. I closed my eyes, tears flowing from my eyes. 

It was thirty minutes that he was able to have his way with me.

Those thirty minutes were all he needed... 

I fought until he finally decided to shut me up. He slapped me hard on the cheek. After that, I didn't move or make another sound. 

It felt like forever before the bedroom door opened slightly, and eleven year old Ronald's blue eyes peeked in. His eyes widened before he ran off. Had he just left me? Why...?

I didn't realize it until my brother came back with a pistol in his hands. He had opened the door, and pointed the gun straight at my father. My gasp was what made my dad look up. He slid out and away from me.

"Boy, what do you think you're doing with that gun...?" His voice was a calm murmur. 

Ronald kept the gun high, his arms shaking. He stayed silent, as did I.

I had covered myself by bending my legs up to my chest, my arms around them tightly.

My father obviously didn't think that Ronald had the will to pull the trigger, for he stepped forward with a scowl. He was dead wrong...

I yelped as the gun went off, watching as my father's body fell to the floor.

I froze, as did Ronald. Did that...really just happen?

Ronald looked at me, "Are you okay...?" He spoke in a whisper. 

I silently nodded.

Robby had already made his way into the room. Robby was sixteen at the time, and he put Ronald and I before himself. 

He didn't speak. His light blonde locks fell in his eyes as he took the gun from Ronald. He then pointed it at the already still figure, and fired twice.

"No one can know who really did this." He told us, "No one can know any of this happened, okay? This is our secret." 

Later on that night, Robby was taken into custody for manslaughter. My mother was heartbroken at what happened. She cried for endless nights. 

One night, she came home with bags under her eyes, and a joint between her lips. Her kind heart seemed to have frozen over. She kept taking drugs, and inviting strange men over to the house.

She said that she had lost everything she cared about, and she blamed it all on me. She would beat me after Ronald went to bed every night, and called me awful names. 

I didn't understand any of it...

Why punish me when I was the victim? 

That night and the days to come changed me. I wasn't able to see Robby again afterwards.

I still kept it, though; I always kept our secret.

 

(A/N::: Okay... Tell me what you think. This will get better, though. I promise you that!!! I just...didn't know how else to start it... Heh... I'm sleepy! Don't judge me! ;3)

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