Chapter 15
Sam
I was lying in bed and tried to read. However, a certain devil haunted my mind and made it difficult to concentrate on the story. After a while, I sighed and gave up. I put my k****e back in the drawer. Nate, that bastard. He still had my scarf. How could I get it back? I didn't even know where he kept it. Here at school? In his locker? Or at home? How could I hate someone so much and at the same time become putty in his hands whenever he laid a hand on me? No matter how much I racked my brain, I couldn't find answers to my many questions. If Mom was still alive, then she could give me some advice. But I couldn't talk to Dad about such things. Especially not when it involved one of the KINGS. I sighed. I should try to sleep. Tomorrow was a new day.
I was about to turn off
