[Warning: once again, this chapter contains violent, torturous and other mentally triggerable thoughts, please proceed at your own risk. You have been warned. The same applies to the song above (Let You Down by NF).]
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(Chris's POV)
I felt my head start to spin with waves of nausea along with the world beside me as I stared down at my outspread hand, body frozen in shock.
My heart was pounding in rhythm with the vibration of the phone, frantic thoughts rushing and tripping over each other in my mind, flashing by so quickly I didn't even have time to fully comprehend it all before that feeling of cold dread engulfed me whole.
What?
Why did he want me now of all times? Just after a mission?
Did I do something I wasn't supposed to do?
Remixing that song...? No, I had permission to do that. He knew who I was in the public eye—he knew I was DJ Marshmello.
Talking with Alan...? No, I was his partner for crying out loud.
Coming back home with Alan...? No, partners are supposed to get to know each other, living at each other's houses is perfectly common so what's the problem with that?!
Wait...No, there was two more things.
The flashback and the runaway.
My stomach dropped all the way down to my toes as cold sweat sprang to my forehead.
Of course.
I cursed my foolish self. For fuck's sake was I really expecting to get away with that?
Fool.
I guess I just let off my guard, just really convinced myself into believing that this happiness and peace with Alan would magically continue until the next mission was called.
That somehow, he would overlook this small incident, just because everybody came out alive except the target, which was our mission.
That somehow, he would ignore the little accident, the fact that I carelessly got myself shot in the arm, and, being helpless and wounded, had to depend my partner who had half of my experience and 12 years less in life, to get me out of that situation and into the hospital.
That somehow, he would discard all of his anger, just because I came out safe.
I didn't know how I told Alan I might have to attend something in private, how I walked out of his house without tripping over myself, how I slid down in the cool morning shade against his garden wall, how I managed to press the green acceptance button with violently shaking fingers.
"What took you so long?"
My whole body shook as I clutched at the phone frantically, my mouth going dry and numb.
Hearing his voice, the same voice, the same bored and annoyed sound that was my own personal devil's ringtone, nearly threw me into that suffocating nightmare all over again.
That exact same voice.
"Don't you say so, slut?"
"I-I'm sorry Joel, I—"
I felt bile well up in my throat as I tasted the devil's name on my tongue.
It sounded like basements in darkness, sweat beading on chains, long unwashed body fluids, cracking leather whips, knife dragged through flesh, and the sickening crack of glass over bone.
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