"You were passed out in your bedroom, after making so much meds in there, I had to bring you here. It is my bedroom, so, do not try messing around this place, and I mean it, Kimberly, don't destroy my room," he warns her.
Kim knows she wouldn't do any such thing, but a challenge from Lucas, she better be preparing her soul for a fight with him.
Grabbing the sheets, she arranges herself on the bed, loving how soft and tender this is.
"I brought you dinner, I knew you were going to be hungry," he says coming to seat with the pizza box.
Kim feels bad now that the wave of anger has run out of her eyes, she doesn't care at all if she starves, but she feels kind of guilty that she destroyed the food that was given to her.
"I am sorry, Lucas," she explains softly.
Lucas knows what she
