Okay, this chapter was just a random idea! Honest! I don't know why, but I kinda liked it! I own nothing (sad isn't it?)
Chapter 9- Hate and Love
SAMALIA'S POV
I hate you. I hate you so much. But then if I hate you, why do I love you? I thought. That's what my life was really: Hate and Love. Those two things are the best words that describe me. If I don't love you, I hate you. I promised myself I would never see him again, but then he shows up the first day. And then the other HE shows up. I don't understand why destiny has brought them here. I don't know why destiny has brought me here. Hate and love is my life. I hate him so much, but I don't know what to do. I was lying down on my bed. I was thinking of all the times I had been hurt. There was when my mother died. And shortly after that my father died too. Then I was separated from….. I won't say it. I refuse to say it. Then I was taken away, to be a servant. After that, the man I trusted with my life disappeared. He came back, and betrayed me. Then he hurt me in more ways possible than you can imagine. After that I met someone else. Turns out he is just the same. He was the same in more possible ways known to man.
I just tried to block it out. I then fell asleep.
PHARAOH'S POV
I knew her. I just knew it. She was familiar. I was stumped. Everyone liked her. But when she talked to me or Bakura, she seemed angry. And she liked to be alone: A LOT. Something didn't make sense. I just had to talk to him. I got the home phone out, and dialed the number.
"Hello?"
"We need to talk." I said.
"Fine. Meet me at Ryou's." Bakura said.
I hung up the phone, and got my shoes & jacket on. I headed out the door. Bakura and I were going to figure this out one way or another. Whether we liked it or not.
~Sorry this was so short. I promise the next chapter will be better!~