-1"Dauntra," I repeated, this the only word I could manage.
I was shocked, angry and just wanted to be at home with my sketchbook, or anywhere with David. I couldn't cope with this, not now.
"Chobits?" she read, a ridiculous sneer on her face.
"Oh Sam," she sighed, "Grow up already."
I narrowed my eyes.
"Maybe it's you that needs to grow up. Did your mom never tell you that making up lies was wrong?"
"But there not lies, are they," she replied smirking, "you know fine well you were telling the truth."
"Funny, 'cause I don't remember much about that night because of a certain someone," I lifted my eyebrows accusingly.
"Honey, just because you'd never tried drugs before… but you know, you were just happy."
"Whatever," I replied, "Just give me my comic and I'll be on my way."
"What this comic?" she said, retrieving a lighter out of her pocket and flicking the flame far too close to the pages.
"What would you do to save it Sam?"
"It's a god-damned comic, Dauntra. I can just buy another one." I began to walk away.
"Oh but Sam, you can't leave. We're having far too much fun."
She laughed and I spun around to offer a retort. Before I knew it something hit me, hard, in the side of the head.
"You stay away from me!" I yelled before crumpling onto my knees. My head felt numb and as she hit me again, again and again I grimaced. The edges of my vision began to darken and as I tried to crawl away I heard the squealing of tyres and a door open.
Something round my mouth, a sickly sweet smell and suddenly all was black.
What was going to happen to me?