Samuel pov:
When I start to pack I just buss out crying. Like I really can't believe I'm really getting sold to this mafia leader.
Im gonna die.
I'm gonna die.
Why did he even want me?
Oh god he gonna make me his personal toy.
with all these questions running through my head I didn't notice anyone in the corner.
"Samuel" said a deep voice from the corner of the room
"who are y- you"
"Samuel" then the deep voice came from the darkness into the light
I wipe my eyes quickly and stand noticing it was Xzavier.
"I'll be done in a minute I just have to get me some more clothes and then- "
"Samuel!" he yells harshly
I look down not able to look into those eyes of his
"Look at me."
I look up at him not meeting his eyes. He come over to me and wipe the tears I didn't know felling and makes me look directly in his eyes.
"hey look your okay. Nomore crying"
I looked at him and nodded my head trying to not let the tears fall
"just take what's necessary, clothes we can buy tomorrow morning."
"o- okay" I say and get to packing my necessary needs
"okay i'm done" i say when i walk out the bathroom about to go up stairs
"ok you sure you got everything necessary" he ask eyeing my 3 suitcases
"yes i'm sure" i say and begin to walk up the stairs
(A/N UGHHH i give up it's like so hard to continue when you don't know what to write about.)
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