No kissing, no telling me what had happened during the night or who fell over. Just sleep. Well it had obviously been a long night so she was tired I ...guessed.The next morning she was unusually quiet as well. I made small talk with her and asked how her night had gone. She wasn't really replying. Just short answers. I was starting to get suspicious. Ok, maybe she was just badly hung-over but this was beginning to look like something more. Had she had a falling out with some of her friends? Well. After what I had learned aboutmyself last night, I didn't want to dress up as Brett ever again. I wasreally not looking forward to school the next day."Mom! Dad!" Emily said as her parents sat down on the pew in front of us."This is Megan!" Em," I whined. "I already know your parents." Yeah," she agreed. "But they haven't met YOU, Megan."My family had been living next door to the Prescotts since I was two.Emily and I had become friends almost immediately after we had moved intoour house. Dan. Je ne sais pas monsieur...Une gifle lui secoua la tete, elle sentit sa machoire vibrer, la douleur fut intense dans tout son crane. Le loup venait de la frapper sans meme unemenace prof?r?e.- Mauvaise r?ponse ma fille ! Alors o? est ton maitre ?- Il n'est pas encore rentr? mon...Nouvelle gifle alors qu'elle n'avait pas encore termin? sa phrase.- Derni?re chance ma fille !- Ils sont partis par derri?re monsieur ! je le jure ! dit la pauvre femme terroris?e et meurtrie.- Deux hommes par l? ! cria. Yet as time passed, I realised that they were probably enjoying the thought of me, tied up elsewhere and alone, listening to their faint sounds but unable to be involved. That I might still be serving brought me relief, but did nothing to ease my sense of humiliation at being tied up and left like that, naked, blindfolded, my cheek still stinging from the man's blow. As time passed, I realised that I was hungry too, but I was sure that Kathy would remember that I needed food, and certain that.
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