Sam squinted at the bright light that shone through the window. She sat up and stretched.
That was the longest sleep she'd had all week. It must have been the crying that put her to sleep.
She buried her face in her palm and groaned in embarrassment at the memory of getting discovered by Desmond. She thought to herself: he must think I am silly, crying over a damn movie.
She must have slept off on the couch. Wait a second! She didn't remember coming upstairs. She must have been too sleepy to have remembered.
Sam got out of bed, yawning. Her jaw still ached where Desmond had held her. Such a bully.
When have men started to force women to have dinner with them? When you are poor, you need to deal with so much bullshit.
She had been assaulted for not having dinner with him. Her life was hopeless. From one monster to another.
At that point, she felt she was safer with Fred and Diane. All they do is beat her and make her work.
