Samantha POV

I sighed looking at my scars in my bedroom. I walked to Oliva's room. She was snoring as she slept spreading herself on her bed.

This girl....

I went to Ms. Forrester's room. She was hugging herself in her sleep. I stared at her as she slept.

She has been too nice to me....

I walked back to my bedroom.

"Samantha?" Oliva caught me awake.

"Sorry, I couldn't sleep" I sighed.

"Come in" she smiled.

I entered her room and sat on her bed.

"What's bothering you?" I patted my back.

"I guess this" I showed her my scars.

"Me too" she sighed.

I rested my head on her lap.

"I'm sorry" I started crying.

"Why?" she became frightened.

"I was so mean to you" I wiped my tears.

"I don't think it was your fault" she smiled softly rubbing my hair.

"Why are you and your mother are so nice to me?" I couldn't stop crying.

"Because you are my sister Sam" she hugged me.

"Sam?" I stopped crying.

"Sam" she smiled proudly.

"Sam" my eyes sparkled.

"Yeah" she laughed.

She patted my head as I glared at her.

"I'm not five" I glared at her harder.

"But you are younger than me" she smirked.

"Oliva" I said angrily.

"Sorry" she smiled nervously.

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Oliva, Ms. Forrester and I sat around the table staring at my mom. She looked terrible eating her food slowly.

"Mom.....are you okay?" I held her hand.

She quickly removed her hand from mine.

"Yeah" she looked at me.

"Someone is just trying to take away my daughter" she glared at Ms. Forrester.

"I'm not" Ms. Forrester sighed.

"Dalia, I'm just being a relative to her" she smiled softly.

"Don't call me by my first name" mom slammed her hands on the table.

"You can be allowed to call me by my first name" Ms. Forrester smirked.

Oliva and I sighed as my mom argued with her mom.

"Can't we just be a decent family?" I looked at mom angrily.

"I'm going out" mom glared at me grabbing her bag walking out of the house.

"Then forget about me" I clenched my fists.

She froze staring at me.

"I should get your father here, you are becoming her!" she pointed at Oliva.

"And nothing is wrong with that!" I said angrily.

She tried to slap me across my face. Oliva grabbed her hand.

"You are not the only one suffering your past husband's death" Oliva looked her angrily.

Mom looked at me worried then angrily. She walked out of the house.

"It's okay" Oliva sighed.

"I hope she doesn't do anything stupid" I sighed.

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I woke up in the night finding my mom in the kitchen drunk.

"You are the same" I sighed.

"Have I even told you that you look like your dad?" she chuckled leaning her head on the counter.

"Many times" I chuckled.

"You should be drunk more often" I played in her hair.

"But....I love the way you are, a hot head" I laughed.

"I know you do" she smiled weakly.

I stared at her ring Mr. Anderson gave her.

"You can divorce like Ms. Forrester" I sighed.

"But, how would I take care of you?" she wined.

"We could work with Ms. Forrester, she owns a restaurant" I smiled softly.

"No, I don't want to work with her" she folded her arms.

"Stop acting like a spoilt kid" I glared at her.

"I'll try" she sighed.

"That's more like it" I laughed.

"I'm sorry Sammy for hitting you" she fell asleep.

"Mom-"

She slept in my lap smiling.

I wish it could be like this forever...

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