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Some hours prior...
With a blunt resting between his lips, Cepheus inhaled deeply to allow the intoxicated feeling to fall over him. He drove through the street chaotically, weaving in and out of traffic, running red lights, cutting off cars, and already managing to escape the very brief chase of an officer. To say he was angry would be an understatement, his green eyes glowing under the dark shades he wore to cover them.
His plan was to just ignore all things having to do with Cyrstal's biological grandmother, considering at the end of the day he already made it clear his daughter would have nothing to do with the woman. It was clear as day her reasoning for coming back after all those years stemmed from a place of unpurity. Crystal never being the thought or the root of this, but it was more to claim a plot of revenge that Cepheus refused to allow her to exceed in having.
Whipping the car into the driveway of a house he could only pray was still owned by the same woman, he inhaled the smoke of his blunt again. Barely shutting the car off before he was out the door. Making his way up to the front, he glanced around to eye the cheap decorations that still remained so many years later. Hundreds of memories clouding his mind, some bad and some good, but nevertheless none that mattered anymore.
Pulling his Beretta from out of the back of his pants, he glanced around the surrounding area. It was dark outside, but the only house in the dark dead end street was this one. The next being about 5 miles out, allowing what Cepheus was planning to do a lot easier.
Pulling back on the trigger, he shot the lock off to swing the heavy door open. His eyes were immediately met with her, a gun aimed in his direction that was grasped by her dainty, trembling hands. Staring at the lady, Cepheus raised both his eyebrows in amusement, things going a lot faster than what he intended.
"You've grown balls Mrs. Blake, I suggest you put that gun down." He chuckled, stepping into the house deeper. Closing the door behind him, he leaned up against it with one hand gripping his beretta and the other pinched around his blunt.
"For a year, my daughter has been dead..." She started out through a harsh whisper. "I told her to never get involved with you, told her that you were no good for her. Renae was such a good girl before you came in and tarnished her life, impregnated her when you knew she was finishing school and trying to do better! You corrupted her, abused her, introduced her to drugs, you made her crazy! You killed her! You killed her mentally before even getting to the physical aspect of it!" The lady yelled, tears streaming down her face like a river.
Nodding his head, Cepheus took another pull from his blunt with his eyes never leaving those of Mrs. Blake, or Riley which was her first name. He tilted his head towards the ceiling, allowing the smoke to seep out past his lips before placing his attention back on the woman in front of him.
