Chapter 6
Sam
For the rest of the school day, I saw nothing more of the KINGS. I gave up eating in the cafeteria and preferred to take my lunch at home. That was one of the few advantages of living on school grounds. When I unlocked the door to our little house after school, my dad was already home. He sat on the couch in the living room with a glass of alcohol, probably whiskey, in his hand. This was unusual. Dad liked to drink a glass or two in the evening, but I’d never seen him drink in the middle of the day.
"Hi Dad," I greeted cautiously, setting my school bag down on an armchair.
"Hi, Babygirl," he greeted, setting his glass on the table in front of him with a sigh. "Come and sit down."
Okay, that didn't sound good. Dad obviously wanted to talk, and I had a dark premonition of
