2 weeks later

Katrina's Pov

Sam's mood has really changed since Abby came home. He actually wants to live again. he has been a little jumpy at noises but he still hasn't gotten over the fact that our daughter was kidnapped out of her own room. I still can't believe that Abby is home. It makes me happy to know that Sam is doing a lot better. And I feel complete now that my daughter is home. But somethings off with Sam. I can feel it.

Abby's Pov

I'm finally home. I can't believe it. every time I see my dad, I want to cry and tell him what happened. But I swore to my Biological dad that I wouldn't tell anyone what happened in that house. I wanted to tell him that I wanted to die. I wanted to tell him that I was raped. I wanted to tell him that I was whipped and attacked by lots of men. But I couldn't. I wasn't strong enough. As I was sitting on the couch staring into space, I heard Mom come downstairs. I snapped my head towards her.

"Hey. Abby, can we talk?" She asked me

"Sure, about what?" I asked her

"Well, I want to know what happened over those five years," She said grabbing my hand

I looked at her. I couldn't tell her. I looked down at my arms. They were covered by a hoodie, but underneath that was years of torture. Words carved into my arms saying words that a young child shouldn't have known. Slut, Dumb, Fat, ugly, Mistake, worthless. I looked at my mother again. She looked back with eyes of concern. I couldn't tell her. I mustn't.

"I-I-I-I cant." I managed to say.

"Why not?" She asked

"I c-can't" I choked

I then bolted upstairs to the bathroom. I slammed the door and locked it. I waited for about an hour before I opened the door. When I opened it Mom was in her room talking to Dad. I could hear her. Colby left the house a few hours ago to go to Jace's house. A new friend he met here. He kind off reminds me of Brennen. I knew he wouldn't be back for a while because I guessed they were going to the bar. I snuck downstairs and to the kitchen. I opened one of the drawers in search of a knife. I found a very sharp knife. I slide up my sleeves and started to reopen the cuts. When I was done with that I slide up my sweatpants and started to trace the cuts there too. I had written help and kill me on them. I grabbed a towel and wiped the blood. I washed the knife and put it back in its drawer. I snuck back upstairs to my room. A few minutes later I heard Sam go downstairs. I didn't think much of it until I remembered something. I left the towel out!! I ran downstairs in the hope he didn't find it. When I reached the bottom He was standing in the kitchen. I stood there. His back was still turned to me. I gulped as he turned around. His face was full of an emotion he had never shown to me. anger. He looked at me. he took a few steps towards me. He stopped about a foot in front of me. He grabbed my arm. I tried to pull it back but he was much stronger than I was. He pulled up my hoodie sleeve. He read my arm. He threw the towel down and grabbed my other arm. He did the same.

"Katrina!" He yelled, "Get down here now!"

I tried pulling my arms away again but he didn't let go. I watched as my mother ran down the stairs. Katrina looked at him. She didn't look happy when she saw me in his grasp and he wasn't letting go. When she saw my arms she was also mad.

"Abigail Grace Golbach, Care to explain?!" She said

I looked at her. My eyes were getting watery. Sam had not let go of me yet.

" I can't," I said sobbing

"Well, why did you do it?" My Dad asked

"It wasn't me okay!" I snapped at him " It was my other dad." I said. Sam let go of my arm.

"He cut these into my arm and as an Eight-year-old, I believed him. So he taught me to recut them over and over again. I don't want to but It's all I know," I yelled through sobs "He whipped me, Rapped me, He even shot me once or twice. He chained me in a basement. he taunted me with my food and starved me, he even used me as a way to get money, he rented me off!" I screamed, " Okay?!" "Now you know what he did," I said crying. "Happy now?!"

My dad looked at me. Katrina had started to cry too. I could tell that my dad was ticked off. I lifted up my hoodie a little bit to show the wounds on my stomach. I also showed them the whip marks on my back. Dad stormed upstairs mumbling something I couldn't hear

Sam's Pov

I walked downstairs because I was getting ready to leave with Luke. As I was about to leave something caught my eye. I walked over to the kitchen and saw a towel sitting out. I picked it up It was covered in blood. I immediately thought of Colby but left about an hour ago and I was down here when he left. I heard soft footsteps racing down the stairs. I stood there for a minute with the towel. I turned around slowly and saw Abby. I looked at her. I put the towel down and slowly walked over to her. I grabbed her wrist and slid up her sleeves. Goddamit. I grabbed her other arm and did the same.

"Katrina!" I yelled, "Get down here now!"

As hse came down she was mad at me that I had a hold on Abby. She then saw her arms.

"Abigail Grace Golbach, Care to explain?!" Katrina said

Abby looked at her. Her eyes were getting watery and I had not let go of her yet.

" I can't," Abby said sobbing

"Well, why did you do it?" My I asked with a short temper

"It wasn't me okay!" Abby snapped at me " It was my other dad." She said

As Abby was ranting about what her father did to her I got mad. I stormed upstairs

" I'm gonna kill that bastard," I muttered

When I got upstairs I slammed the door and went through my drawer. Damit, I can't find it. I'm lucky I didn't grab anything because Katrina walks in.

"Sam, are you alright?" She asked

"No Kat, I'm not alright, My daughter was kidnapped for 5 years and now she tells me this! What she is doing to herself kills me more than it hurts her." I replied trying to not cry "Katrina, I don't know how to protect her anymore. She is 13, We can't baby her forever. And what happens if she gets a boyfriend? huh?! She is going to go out with him one day and she might not get home. And she might never come back. She might get killed because she ran away again. Katrina, I really don't know what to do."

"Babe, " Katrina started

"No, We have officially hit rock bottom," I said hanging my head down low. "We promised to always love her. To always protect her. But I don't think we can anymore." I said to her

"Sam, what are you saying?" She asked

"I don't know anymore Kat!"

"Sam..."

"Kat! How do we protect her now?! We can't, I don't know how to anymore. And if it weren't for me, we would still have a happy little daughter who isn't traumatized and is going to hurt herself, Katrina I ruined her life!" I screamed breaking into tears "I didn't protect her enough, I failed at my one job, I blew it KAt. And she will never, ever be the same now. And it's MY fault." I said

"No Sam it's not your fault," She said

"YES, IT IS KAT!!" I yelled at her,

I went to open the door but she stood in front of me, "I'm not letting you leave," She said "Knowing what you did the last time you blamed yourself you are not going to be left alone for the next few hours," She said " I don't want you to hurt yourself either." She said with a dark tone in her voice.

She grabbed her phone and called Colby. five minutes later Colby came and picked Abby up to take her out of the house. Now, it was just Me and Kat left alone in the house. She pushed me down onto the bed and sat next to me

"Sam, you didn't do anything wrong, This was out of your power. Even you couldn't prevent this from happening. Sam, you haven't failed at being a dad. were you not there when she was little? Were you not there when she came home? Were you not there when we all felt that click of a connection together? You were. You mean the world to her. And nobody can replace you to her, or me." She said crawling into my arms.

I was going to reply to her but I didn't I just let her lay there in my arms. Just the two of us. Together.