I was sitting down, my wrist cuffed to the arm, and the guy circled my chair. “Do you know who I am?” He asked in a deep, cynical voice.
“No.” I answered, innocently.
He laughed and said, “Do you know where Danny is?”
I shook my head and said, “You must be the guy they are talking about. What do you want with Danny, anyways?”
He paced the floor in front of me and said, “Let’s just say, he needs to finish what he started before he finds it okay to walk out on his family.”
“This does not look like a family to anyone. You are cruel and heartless, and if you think you are getting your hands on Danny, you better think again because there’s another thing coming for you.”
He sarcastically pouted and then grinned, “I don’t think that I will find Danny, sweetheart, I know, and when I do, he is going to regret walking out.”
“There are more of us against you than there is you and your guys. You will lose.”
He frowned sarcastically, but it was soon masked with a look of legitimate anger. “If you are here, then where- those lazy punks!” He slammed his fist on the desk and stormed out.
Ugh, another short chapter:P Oh well, more is soon to come!
//And as he slammed his hand down on the desk, a ceiling tile fell on him, and he died//
If only it was that simple...but sadly, no. All hell is about to break loose in the next few chapters :O
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Reliving a Lost Past
Roman pour AdolescentsEveryone has something they wish could be changed about their past. But it's the past. What's done is done, right? Not exactly.
