Incubus

Chapter 30

You will not be punished for your anger, 

you will be punished by your anger 

~Buddha

Harry's phone beeped, and he looked down at it, panicked. He prayed to God that it was Corin and that she hadn't left him like he had told her to. He had been angry and had spoken out in ways he now regretted. He'd even spent all day trying to call her, but her phone had gone straight to voicemail. She'd turned her phone off. 

Hayden spent hours pacing back and forth before deciding to go to the warehouse where he and Arlo and everyone else occasionally met up. He needed to get his friends to help him find her. As he looked down at his phone, his heart pounded up his throat and out of his mouth. But all the text said was:

Message From Corin @9:42 a.m.

I now know the truth... Watch your back, they're coming to turn you in. Goodbye.

His heart seemed to stop then and there. Hayden re-read the message over and over again, disbelief running through his veins. 

No. No, no, no, no, no. NO! She was gone. Gone. 

"Fuck!" he roared, slamming his hand against the wall, smashing it right through the plaster. Pulling his hand out, he saw one of the cuffs on his wrists had started to come off, revealing the ugly scar underneath. Disgusted, he yanked his gaze away. But what was the point anymore? Why hide the pain? 

He ripped the fabric off of his skin, scars on full display for the world to see. He then turned around, his expression resembling that of death. His hands slowly curled into fists, and he was panting with rage. Hayden stomped over to the table and lifted it up, throwing it halfway across the room, yelling, "I've lost her!"

Arlo raced over to Hayden and tried to calm him down, but Hayden threw him off, approaching every object in the room and destroying everything in his path. He heard Arlo tell the other guys to go out back for a moment until Hayden had his temper in check again. 

In all of his anger, Hayden never noticed the car that pulled up outside of the warehouse or the man that entered. He stopped in the doorway and watched the scene before him for a moment before chuckling. 

Hayden stood still as he turned around to face the one laughing at him. It was a man in a crisp black suit with a beer in hand and gelled back hair that started falling down.

"You," Hayden then growled, recognizing the face immediately. "Where's your entourage?"

The man ignored the question as he confirmed, "Yes, me." He wiped his mouth after having taken a slug from his beer. Taking the bottle, he smashed it against the wall, took the sharp end of it, and gripped it tightly in his hand, as if expecting for a fight.

This didn't bother Hayden, as he said, "You're the reason that she doesn't trust me anymore- that she's afraid of me!" 

The man only chuckled and shook his head as if to mock Hayden's pain. "And I did a good job, didn't I? Convincing her not to trust you anymore, I mean." He laughed, enjoying the sight of Hayden's blood boiling. "But I don't do anything without a good reason."