Ginger Snap:
You have to survive this, Cal. You have to come back.
Ginger Snap:
Please, don’t leave me, angel. I just finally found you. Don’t leave me alone again. The sun doesn’t shine as bright without you.
My throat closed up, and I reached up to touch my cheeks, realizing that they were wet with tears.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I was getting soft.
Or maybe… Ryan was worth crying for.
Iwashis dark angel. He’d been waiting for me for his whole life, and I’d never showed up…
Despite the fact that it wasn’t my fault and it was silly to feel like it was, I couldn’t help it.
Would I have found him sooner if I hadn’t had a crazy bitch mom who had locked me up in a cage? Would we have maybe met in grade school if I had been given the chance to go to school like a normal kid instead of being trained to kill people by a sadist?
I could have protected him from those bitch-ass kids who hurt him and wrecked his flower sign.
I could have met his dad.
Maybe I could have helped move the casket that day instead of his father, and George would still be alive.
Who knew.
All I knew was none of that happened, or even had the chance of happening, because of DamianfuckingRyker… and he was going to pay for it.
Switching to my conversation with Damian, I scanned the unread messages there.
His ranged from threatening to condescending.
Damian:
When you’re done with your little temper tantrum, I expect you in my office on your knees, begging for forgiveness, Callum.
Damian:
Fine. You want to play it like that? Take some time to cool off, but I will not wait forever, Mr. Walker. Don’t make me come looking for you.
The most recent message had been sent that morning.
Damian:
My patience is not endless, Callum. You have three days to come home before I start killing people… starting with that red-headed faggot you’re so obsessed with.
I nearly crushed the phone in my hand.
The world literally turned red for a moment, and my pupils felt like they were vibrating. Gritting my teeth together, I fired a text back.
Cal:
On my way back. Be ready for me.
I didn’t wait for his response. I chucked the phone back on the desk and turned on my heel.
