Prologue
"No!" Clare cried as she struggled against the guy dragging her into the cafeteria.
She tried to keep herself from crying. So she bit her bottom lip and it ended up drawing blood.
"Please. Please let this guy let me go, so I can go to him." Clare prayed to God.
"Clare!" someone yelled from underneath the table.
She recognized the voice. It was the same sweet raspy voice that kept her up half the night.
"Well I guess, this one will have to do." the other guy said.
He yanked her away from the other guy. She struggled against him until he put the gun to her head. She knew he did it to get her to stop. This guy didn't joke like the other one.
"Your a smart little thing aren't you?" he said.
She shivered errily the way his breathe tickeled the hair on her neck. He sniffed her neck.
"Hmmm. You've been with my son. You reak od him." he said with both diggust and amusement in his voice.
"Why would he be talking aboutthe guy that just had me?" Clare asked herself.
Little did Clare and everyone else know. Things were about to get alot clearer and worse