His father and his mother talked a lot about those 'Christian values'that were supposedly so important to them, but most of what heremembered from the...m was hearing them curse against anyone they hadreason to hate. Oh, they never used obscene language, that would beungodly, but the way they used language to speak of those they hatedmade it fouler than if they had. They believed in so many things, butit seemed the thing that they believed in the most was making sure thathe learned his lessons. Kay was startled that he would appear in public, but then things had changed drastically with the new democratic county and the old royalty wasn?t supposed to be worshiped as gods. Kay looked around and finally saw the table where the Prince was. She walked over to the table and bowed as low as she possibly could in the tight fitting evening gown she was wearing without falling on her face. He just stared at her, his cruel eyes boring holed through her clothing as he remembered her lusciously. I handed the document to him. How could Momhave left me to handle this on my own? In some strange way, I feltbetrayed. "Mr. Johnson," he said again as his eyes scanned the document. "Sir," I said as politely as I knew how, "I'm neither a John, nor aJohnson." He eyed me carefully and told me to just be quiet. "I'm going to need to see one of your parents," he said addressing me. "Sir," I tried again. I handed him the document that proved I was anemancipated teen. "As you can see from the. "Yeah, just a bad dream." "Want to talk about it?" he asks. "No, I will be okay." I can feel myself shaking. I lie back down on the bed. I can still feel my heart racing. I do discover that this dream didn't make me wet or excited. I am wet only from sweat. I curl up into a ball and snuggle back into Nick.The rest of the night was still restless and uneasy; I didn't want to allow myself to fall into that deep sleep. I stayed on the edge of sleep and unconsciousness. I hear the alarm but don't.