"Billy, you need to tell me what's happened! You're obviously in the wrong because you shouldn't of been outside in the first place. But you're lucky I'm not focusing on that right now. Who hurt you?" Sam's eyes were scaring me. They were filled with pure anger.
I told him everything about me sneaking out and going to Lola's, where we kissed and how her dad had attacked me.
"Scum! Absolute scum!" Sam shouted, as he slammed his fist down onto the table.
"Sam. It's not that bad" I whispered.
He turned his head to me and stared deeply into my soul.
"Explain to me Billy, how is it not that bad? Have you seen your face! What sort of horrible inhuman adult would do that to a thirteen year old boy? To my younger brother!"
I didn't answer him. I just stared down into my knees, thinking over
