Only a Game (Olympus Drive Chronicles)

Chapter 25: The asshole

Azela

"You ugly bastard."

"Wow, got a different phone so I would take the call. Creative. Bye—"

"Don't you dare fucking hang up you absolute minge," I hiss, with such authority he does not.

"What?" he groans, and I can hear the crashing of waves, "So you don't exactly know where the boy is? Or something?"

"I'm worried. I haven't heard from him he's only at a convention thing—and they aren't taking my calls—"

"Did he take the dagger?"

"Yes," I searched his room. He didn't leave it.

"Then he's fine. I promise you. He'll know how to use it—"

"He had to get stitches last time he opened an Amazon box—"

"What was he using to open it?"

"Scissors, we're moving on. If he has so much as a scratch—"

"Listen—"

"If he is hurt in any way I don't care if you were in Australia at the time I will blame you I will find you and I will put you in unimaginable pain and I know I can't actually hurt you probably nothing can but I'm going to bet you care about something on this earth and if my boy doesn't come home to me I will find whatever it is you love and I will slaughter it before your very eyes do you understand me?"

"Yeah. You're crazy. Goodbye."

"Bastard," of course he hung up. My hand shakes as I stare at the silent phone. How dare he hang up? How dare he not even care about this precious child? It's his son. I've never asked him for anything. Not money. Not to be there. Nothing. I had my Teddy. That was all I needed. That was it. And I can't lose him.