Who wants to help write a successful book?
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"You had to deal with..." I said, struggling to find the right words. "With him? With him beating you up?"
Samuel nodded, seeming to have a staring contest with his shoelace. I stared at him in disbelief. "And you didn't tell me? You let me stay with him?"
He nodded again. "I didn't want you to worry about me. Or do something stupid like confront him."
"Well too late for that." I muttered under my breath. -
He looks me dead in the eyes. "Don't you dare. I don't want him to hurt you." Suddenly, something seemed to click. He was doing all of this, letting my boyfriend (Well, ex boyfriend now..) beat him up, not telling anyone, especially me, so that he could protect me! He took all those hits from Andrew because he was worried otherwise I would be the one being beat up!
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I was still mad at him, but this little bit of information took a little bit away.
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I hugged him, and he grunted, chuckling. "My ribs-" He said quietly. "Still bruised.." And I immediately let go.
"You did all that-"
"For you?" He finished. "Of course I would. You're my sister." We looked at each other, and then we heard our dad yell that dinners ready. Samuel immediately threw his shirt back on, and the paper flew out of his shirt pocket. I snatch it up from the air, and read it. -
there is big bright red letters across the top, and slightly smaller black letters saying something about consistent misbehavior and gang fight activity. i didn't get to read the whole thing, because my eyes wandered over to Samuel to see his chin is dropped to his chest and his hands in his pockets. "did he make you do this?! Samuel?! What is this?!" Micheal comes down and comes and states, "Daddy's hurt." then walks off. i want to yell at him that my dad is not his dad, but the fact that he's 10 years old, and that he wouldn't hear nor understand me.
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Samuel looked at me again, guilty. "Please don't tell anyone." He pleaded. I nodded. I was still mad at him, but dad didn't need to know, especially if Andrew made him. I stuffed the note into my pocket and we both walked downstairs to see what was wrong.
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As we near the kitchen, where my dad was at, we realize that he was just limping like crazy, hobbling around the kitchen, trying to make dinner. It looks like he started a pot of Mac&Cheese. Lucky us. Avery was in the living room, supposedly on the phone with Sonya, our half step sister. I personally have never met her, nor do I plan to because she is 21 now, and has shown 0 interest in anything our family does, unless it’s on the internet.
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"You ok?" I asked my dad, and he nodded. "Just hit my foot pretty hard on the counter," He replied, still trying to make dinner. I turned to Samuel, who was still looking crazy guilty.
"You going to tell me what that paper was about?" I whisper to him. He shook his head slightly. "Seems like you have a pretty good idea what happened."
"A gang, Sam?!" I mutter in disbelief. "You joined a gang because of Andrew?!" -
WTH! I think to myself as I’m freaking out inside. My brother, goodie two shoes brother, got forced into a gang on my behalf?
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He nodded, looking down at the floor. He had a sort of scared glint in his green eyes, one that I realized he'd had since I came back from school.
"It was either you get forced into it, or I would." he whispered so our dad couldn't hear. "And obviously I'm not going to let my only sister get beat up by her boyfriend.
"Sonya's your sister too..." I blurt, and Samuel gives me a look. -
"STEP sister. There's a difference." He said, sounding somewhat bitter, which I was surprised by. He never seemed to have a reaction whenever I vented to him about my dad marrying someone else after mom died.
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“ Your my only sister, Amanda… that will never change.” We walk into the kitchen in silence, Samuel’s face low and sad. My dad is still limping around but seemed better. Avery walks in holding Micheal’s hand, which is super lame. The table is set with a chicken-potato casserole and depressed looking green beans. Don’t ask me why.
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Avery settles in and is talking to Michael about school stuff or something, I snatch a price tag of the counter so my dad doesn’t see that I saw it.
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We eat in silence- besides Avery and Michael- and me and Samuel leave to go upstairs at the same time. We enter the bedroom we share, and I sit on his bed with him.
"What kind of gang were you in?!" I asked, still shaken by everything that happened in the last hour. He shrugged. "I dunno, the kind that fights others?"
I looked at him in disbelief. I could never picture him in a fight with someone, much less join a gang! -
"How long has this been happening?" I ask, and he furrowed his brow like he was trying to remember. "Long time," He finally said. "Around the same time you were with Andrew."
My jaw drops slightly. Samuel had to deal with me head over heals for that jerk without even mentioning any of this! We sit in silence for a while until I hear my dads voice.
"Amanda! Come down here!"
I leave Samuel alone in the room, and go downstairs to see my dad holding a piece of paper.
Oh shoot! I think to myself. It's the same paper that Samuel had, the one about gang activity! It must've slipped out of my pocket when I sat down!
My dad looked me right in the eyes. "What. Is. This?!"
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