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Authors: Jody Morse, Jayme Morse
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attractive. With his jet black hair, nearly-black eyes, and muscular build, most girls would consider him the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. It was just the creepin ess factor that bugged Samara.
“He’s an amazing kisser, too!” Emma went on excitedly. “He said that if I’m nice, he’ll take me to the Homecoming dance! I’m so happy and excited to be in love with the cutest boy in school.”
“You barely know him,” Samara said. “ Are you sure you’re in love?”
“Yes, definitely,” Emma replied. “We are perfect together and –”
Samara heard a loud thud from downstairs. A moment later, she heard her dad yell, “Wha t do you think you’re doing?”
“Ugh, I’m sorry, Emma,” Samara cut in. “I really have to go. I’ll talk to you later.” Without giving her best friend a chance to answer, she hit the end button and tossed the phone on her bed.
Samara went into the living room and stopped dead i n her tracks at what she saw.
Seth had her dad pinned against the wall. His fist was raised in the air as he shouted, “Leave me alone! Min d your own goddamn business!”
“Seth, stop!” Samara said, hurrying over to them. She felt panicked. Samara had never noticed how much bigger her brother had become than her dad. He towered ov er him. “Don’t hurt him again!”
Seth looked over at her with his bloodshot eyes. A look of anger crossed over his face. “Who do you think you are to tel l me what to do?”
Samara carefully put her hand on Seth’s shoulder. He flinched, but didn’t do anything to hurt her, so she left it there. “I’m your sister, and I love and care about you. Dad does, too. We can get you help for whatever it is that you’re going through. Just please don’t hurt dad , Seth .”
Letting go of their father, Seth stared at Samara angrily. Sure that he was going to turn on her, Samara took a step back and looked around the room for something to shield herself with .
Seth made a grunting soun d and ran out the front door.
Samara turned to the ir father. “Are you okay, Dad?”
Mr. McKinley nodded, but she co uld tell from his quivering chest that he was really shaken up by what had just happened.
“What happened?” Samara asked. “Why was he so angry this time?”
“I don’t really know,” Mr. McKinley replied, running a shaky hand over his bald head. “He just came in here and started flipping out on me for no reason. He was uncontrollable. He’s always uncontrollable lately. ”
Samara sighed. “W e really need to get him help.”
“I know it, Sam. Your mom, thou gh . . . ” Mr. McKinley trailed off.
“I think we should take a vote. It’s two against one, after all. Mom will have to give in.”
“I hope so. I like your democratic way of thinking, ” Mr. McKinley chuckled . “Because I’m not sure what else there is to do at this point. It’s like he ’s a totally different person.”
Seth and I have something in common , Samara thought to herself.
*
She wasn’t sure if she had fallen asleep yet or if she had been lying there so long in the darkness without thinking about anythi ng that it had felt like she had been sleeping. Either way, she fel t the urge to go outside again. Samara climbed out of bed and opened her window.
S he glanced up at the moon. It was just as full and bright as it had been the night before. Once again, she felt as though the moon w as calling out to her, as though it was telling her that it was ready for her.
Samara pinched her wrist to see if she was awake this time or if she was just dreaming. She felt her sharp nails digging into her skin. Samara might not be conscious of whatever she was doing or know why it was happening , but one thing was for sure; she was definitely awake tonight.
As she got closer to the lake, she tore off her clothes. Samara felt the same feeling sweep over her body again. Her skin began to feel hot, and she felt like she was going to puke. This time , the feeling was so
“He’s an amazing kisser, too!” Emma went on excitedly. “He said that if I’m nice, he’ll take me to the Homecoming dance! I’m so happy and excited to be in love with the cutest boy in school.”
“You barely know him,” Samara said. “ Are you sure you’re in love?”
“Yes, definitely,” Emma replied. “We are perfect together and –”
Samara heard a loud thud from downstairs. A moment later, she heard her dad yell, “Wha t do you think you’re doing?”
“Ugh, I’m sorry, Emma,” Samara cut in. “I really have to go. I’ll talk to you later.” Without giving her best friend a chance to answer, she hit the end button and tossed the phone on her bed.
Samara went into the living room and stopped dead i n her tracks at what she saw.
Seth had her dad pinned against the wall. His fist was raised in the air as he shouted, “Leave me alone! Min d your own goddamn business!”
“Seth, stop!” Samara said, hurrying over to them. She felt panicked. Samara had never noticed how much bigger her brother had become than her dad. He towered ov er him. “Don’t hurt him again!”
Seth looked over at her with his bloodshot eyes. A look of anger crossed over his face. “Who do you think you are to tel l me what to do?”
Samara carefully put her hand on Seth’s shoulder. He flinched, but didn’t do anything to hurt her, so she left it there. “I’m your sister, and I love and care about you. Dad does, too. We can get you help for whatever it is that you’re going through. Just please don’t hurt dad , Seth .”
Letting go of their father, Seth stared at Samara angrily. Sure that he was going to turn on her, Samara took a step back and looked around the room for something to shield herself with .
Seth made a grunting soun d and ran out the front door.
Samara turned to the ir father. “Are you okay, Dad?”
Mr. McKinley nodded, but she co uld tell from his quivering chest that he was really shaken up by what had just happened.
“What happened?” Samara asked. “Why was he so angry this time?”
“I don’t really know,” Mr. McKinley replied, running a shaky hand over his bald head. “He just came in here and started flipping out on me for no reason. He was uncontrollable. He’s always uncontrollable lately. ”
Samara sighed. “W e really need to get him help.”
“I know it, Sam. Your mom, thou gh . . . ” Mr. McKinley trailed off.
“I think we should take a vote. It’s two against one, after all. Mom will have to give in.”
“I hope so. I like your democratic way of thinking, ” Mr. McKinley chuckled . “Because I’m not sure what else there is to do at this point. It’s like he ’s a totally different person.”
Seth and I have something in common , Samara thought to herself.
*
She wasn’t sure if she had fallen asleep yet or if she had been lying there so long in the darkness without thinking about anythi ng that it had felt like she had been sleeping. Either way, she fel t the urge to go outside again. Samara climbed out of bed and opened her window.
S he glanced up at the moon. It was just as full and bright as it had been the night before. Once again, she felt as though the moon w as calling out to her, as though it was telling her that it was ready for her.
Samara pinched her wrist to see if she was awake this time or if she was just dreaming. She felt her sharp nails digging into her skin. Samara might not be conscious of whatever she was doing or know why it was happening , but one thing was for sure; she was definitely awake tonight.
As she got closer to the lake, she tore off her clothes. Samara felt the same feeling sweep over her body again. Her skin began to feel hot, and she felt like she was going to puke. This time , the feeling was so
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