Samantha

“What?” I place my hand over the hickey, the spot feels so sensitive and soft. “None of them gave me this. You don’t have to kill any of them because they haven’t touched me in any way. What… what is on my neck…” I stall, not knowing exactly what to say.  

“Then why do you have that on your neck?” He points at the part I am hiding.

“Uh… it’s a bug,” I utter rashly.

 A very big bug. 

He scowls, his baby blue eyes narrowing at me. “Do you think I am that little that you can just say whatever you want to and make me believe?” 

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