Sam Wilkinson Fanfiction
"Whaddya doing down here princess?" He asks. I can smell the weed on his breath. I resist the urge to gag.
"I-I.. L-looking for S- Wi-" I stutter but he cuts me off.
"Wilks not here, princess. And I think you should pay the price for sneaking around."
(This story contains trigger sensitive content such as self harm, depression, abuse, drug use, etc.)