I wake up in the same room, though I can't even remember falling asleep. I am sore from head to toe, and it feels impossible to move. I groan as I try to roll onto my side. I never knew that I could feel this much pain.
After a moment, I hear the door open. I look up and see Darrel standing in the doorway, hands in his pockets. I scowl at him. "What the hell?" I try to shout, but my throat is so raw that it comes out as more of a whisper. "I thought we were friends!"
He makes his way to my side. I try to move away from him, but I am too sore. "Matt, I'm sorry. Okay? I'm really sorry. I had no other choice..."
I want to kill him. I want to reach up and strangle him, but I can't. "I hate you," I tell him bitterly.
"Listen to me, Matt," he snaps. "I had no other choice. My father brought
