Sam’s POV
I had about an hour before he came home, I spent it online, looking at pictures of the people who made my life bearable, like One Direction, Eddie Redmayne and Darren Criss. As I was watching the newest Glee episode, I heard the gravel crunch. I turned the computer off and bolted to my room. I had just reached my bed when the front door slammed shut. Here we go, I tried to focus on One Direction songs when my bedroom door was flung open. “Did you think that I wouldn’t notice you had touched my computer?” He pulled me up by my hair. “ Dad, I’m sorry, I was just curious.” I was rewarded with a slap and then he pushed me onto my bed. “You aren’t allowed to be curious, all you need is me.” He yanked up my nightgown and forced his length inside me. “Dad, please stop! Please!” He just thrust inside harder. “Shut up bitch! You deserve this, you want this. You don’t know anything but this.” Once he was finished, he locked my door and left me to cry. I saw the blood stain on my nightgown and then I made up my mind. I wasn’t a shut-in, I could make it on my own. Packing everything I owned, I picked the lock on my door, and crept out. I snuck into the kitchen and stole all my dad’s money, then bolted out the front door. I was free, well, sort of. Now I was a homeless girl with no one to go to.I ran all the way from my house to the other side of the bridge. This was an unfamiliar part of London but I didn’t care. I collapsed under a tree close to an flat complex and fell fast asleep.

Notes

This is going to be an odd, and depressing story, don't read it if you can't take it, I'l understand.