Then... not even a beat later, Storm lifted his chin.
“Welcome to the club... Ripper.”
Chapter 13
Creedence
Age 17
Seeing that name on my phone, I felt a piece of my soul wither away to dust.
He had seen his name in my phone, growled, and changed it to Ripper.
I still didn’t know what to think about that.
Ripper – Made it. Talk soon.
Made it? Talk soon?
Ex-fucking-cuse me?
Me – Talk soon?
No response.
Five minutes later... nothing.
Two hours later... nothing.
Five hours later... nothing.
Me – Good night. I love you.
Two-thirty in the morning.
Ripper – Yeah.
I should have seen the signs.
They were written in big letters. Big as fuck, red letters.
But I was in love.
He was my everything.
I just didn’t know about his demons.
Not until it was too late.
***
He wasn’t there when I graduated high school a month later.
He wasn’t there when I got my acceptance letter for college.
He didn’t return my numerous calls or texts.
Except for one.
