Unknown:
Also, I should probably apologize in person. That was not cool earlier; you have to let me explain…
Ryan:
Leave me alone. I never want to see you again. If you come anywhere near my house, I’ll call the police.
Unknown:
Ok
Unknown:
First of all
Unknown:
Calling the police is a bad idea for like…* so * many reasons.
Unknown:
And second of all, like I said, I legit need to talk to you about the kid. I have his mother, and I was hoping to swing by with her in the morning to reunite them.
This caused me to pause.
Cal had the kid’s mother?
I frowned at my phone as I made my way upstairs to check the windows on the second floor. I beelined for my bedroom, scratching the back of my neck.
I definitely never wanted to see this asshole again, but reuniting Caleb and his mother was honestly the best-case scenario. No kidnapping charges for me, and he would be with someone who loved him and cared about him.
Based on what he had said earlier, it sounded like his mom was just as much of a victim as he was…
Ryan:
Fine. You can bring her by in the morning before the service we have scheduled. But I never want to see you again after that.
Unknown:
Can I come by now to apologize, at least?
Ryan:
No! I don’t want to be alone with you! I have a massive bruise on my face from where you hit me. It’s completely inappropriate. Tomorrow is going to be a nightmare because of you!
I opened the door to my room, still scowling at my phone. I waited for the three dots to appear to indicate he was writing back when a familiar deep voice filled my dark room.
“Too late. I’m already here.”
“What the fuck!” I barked, nearly jumping out of my skin when I looked up to find Cal’s massive form silhouetted in the bay windows of my room.
He had his hood up, but his face was exposed, and his bandana was nowhere to be seen. The warm light from one of the street lamps outside illuminated his face enough that I could see his eyes no longer had that dead, empty glaze to them. They were warm and full of remorse again and maybe a tiny hint of amusement.
“I have to say, I’m relieved that you find the fact that I punched you in the face more inappropriate than the fact that I jerked you off.” He grinned at me, and I sputtered in fury.
“We willnotbe talking aboutthe other thing that happened!As far as I’m concerned, that never happened, and it never will again!” I spun on my heel and was about to storm out of the room when he suddenly had his hands on me again.
Wrapping a large hand around my bicep, he spun me back around and pushed me back against the door. It clicked shut behind me, and I let out a strange growling noise that I had never made before.
