Chapter 27

VIVIAN'S POV

"Zeke! Zeke! Zeke!" I called, banging on his door.

Swinging the door open, a groggy Zeke stood there. "V, what are you doing? It's after midnight."

"Are you going to invite me in?"

He stepped aside, gesturing inside. "If you so rudely insist, I guess come in."

I brushed past him, entering his room. I heard the click of his door. I walked over to his small couch, which I spent many nights crashing on. I slung myself down, patting the seat next to me. "We need to talk."

He rubbed his face, trying to wipe away the sleep. "This better be good. I was in a dead-ass sleep."

"It is. Somehow, Samantha is abusing Chris. I don't know how, but it's some mental abuse. Or maybe it's physical. But she's creating some mental warfare on him. I was with him tonight, and he left with her. But when he came back, he completely forgot why I was there."

Zeke sat down next to me, confusion lacing his face. "That is strange. But maybe Chris is into drugs."

"You