I finished my song I was singing out side one of the shops in the town
Yes I'm a busker I play the saxophone My mother taught me how to play and people love it, I've been playing since I could hold one my mother loved the saxophone it was her dream to play on a stage but she died a few years ago so now I'm going to make her dream come true
I look up and see a boy with a crowd of people around him after a few minutes the crowd walk away leaving just the boy and another boy the one who picks on me because of my choice of instrument
I watch as the boy who's name I learned was Jacob push the boy to the ground and start to kick him I run over and punch Jacob in the face knocking him out clean
"Ow that hurt"I shake my hand trying to get the pain away
"Are you okay?"I ask look at the boy "I should be,thank you"He said his nose now bleeding
"Your bleeding you need to clean it"I take out a napkin and softly start to wipe the blood away he watches me when I do so
"Oh sorry I just went all mum mode on you"He chuckles as I hand him another napkin
"It's okay"he holds the napkin up to his nose
"I shamual"He said the napkin getting in the way "What?"He takes the napkin away "I'm Samual but you can call me Sam" He holds his nose again
"I'm Y/n"
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The front door creaked open my heart started to thumb enough so I hear it the slow but loud echo of steps come closer and closer to my so called bedroom
I curl my legs up to my chest tears beginning to blur my vision my door opens with a slam there stood my drunken father staring at me a disgusting smirk plastered on his face
"I-I did every chore around the house j-just like you said"my voice wavering as I told him
"Shut up! I don't care if you done the chores! You killed your mother"He said angrily point his half drunken beer at me "Now your killing me!"
"I'm...I'm sorry"I whisperer
"For that no food for the rest of the day"My eyes widen as he walk out the room slamming the door shut locking it behind him
