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Chapter Twenty Nine : A family reunion??

                                       DENVER.

Ugh.

I'm tired of hiding around.

I literally have to wear hoodies and caps every time I'm stepping out for fear of being seen by my ex-father or his men. Today is not any different since I'm already dressed in a grey hoodie and black cap, jeans of course. I'm tying the laces of my favourite black boots when I receive an abrupt call and slightly jump in my skin. I curse under my breath stretching to get the phone that's placed near my pillow on the bed and this time, I check the caller ID before picking up.

It's Jr. Weird.

I ignore the call since he could have been asked by George to track me down or some shit. He ends the call before calling yet again. I ignore it and he calls the third time. Oh fuck it

"What?" is the first thing that comes out of my mouth as soon as I pick up and there is sighing on the other end of the line.

"Look, I'm not calling you on behalf of...George or anything but I have some news." He says tiredly and I remain quiet because I have nothing to say to that. I wonder what the news is. He continues,

"He....George is dead." Cue the pin-drop silence and frozen posture.

"Wha....what?!"

Another sigh from him.

"Yes, he died yesterday but I can't tell you the whole story over the phone so just come over or I'll come to you." What if it's a trap? As if he hears my thoughts, he continues.   "I'm not tricking you or some shit, Denver. This is serious and there is something even more serious that you should know about." He sounds so sombre that I really think he is infact telling the truth.

"Fine. We'll meet at the local bar."  Jr and I loved to go there for alcohol on most weekends before I left for California. Since then, we haven't gone there.

"Cool."

He ends the call at that and I blow out a breath. What? How did he die? When, what or who killed him? I'm torn between kissing the life out of them for relieving me of George, and killing them because they killed someone that raised me even though he didn't like me all along. I rub my hands over my face as I lay back on my bed with my legs hanging off the bed. I had planned to take Sia to the lake just for a picnic near the water but that has all gone down the drain. Picking up my phone again, I decide to call and inform her.

"Hey princess." I greet with a sigh.

"Hey Den, excited for today?" She asks happily and I instantly feel bad for having to cancel plans.

"Um Sia?" I start and she hums in response.  "I can't make it today, I'm sorry." I say in one breath and her line goes silent, even the rustling around I've been hearing in her background stops.

"Oh, why's that?" She asks softly after some time.

"George's dead."

"Wait what? Are you for real right now? Sorry, stupid question but really?" She asks in disbelief.

"Yeah. A member of our gang just told me so we have to meet and he can tell me everything about it." I say.

"I'm so sorry. I know you hate him but he raised you and you have to find out what you need to know.....at least to finally let go and leave it in the past, right?" She asks and I know she's being genuinely caring.

"Right. I'll call you in the evening?"

"Yes, of course. Sorry for the loss, Den."

"It's okay. Oh. Please don't tell your parents about it, okay? I haven't processed it myself either."