Chapter 13
I was like back in high school, being asked by my strict teacher about a question. I knew the answer but I remembered how my classmates would stare at me. It would always get into my nerves and cause me to talk gibberish. That's how I was feeling when he asked me about his necklace. I know how to answer it but I knew I'd stutter as I looked at his cold translucent blue eyes.
"Fran, where the hell is the necklace!" he asked again with an urgent tone. "Why the hell isn't it around your neck?" He looked at me with a stern disciplinarian way. Xed is strict but loving. He would only do what would be right. He'd usually be a dick if I end up in trouble because of my stubbornness.
"I...I gave it to one of the kids." I answered blankly like it was my second nature to obey him. Why the heck was I feeling guilty as if losing that damn necklace is a sin? He already gave it to me, why the heck would he care.
