Chapter Thirty-Three: Decision

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A/N: I know I left y'all on a cliff and you're desperate to read on, but this is important. I am no longer able to do two chapters a week.

I have an immense workload currently, and paired with this, I have never been more stressed in my life. I am not abandoning this story - I love it too much to do so - rather posting only on Saturdays.

I'm so sorry! 

Love, Sloan

Groff's POV

    My knees fully buckled and I crashed to the cold, hard tile. I hardly registered the pain as fear so potent it felt like a monster was eating my very soul swirled through me.

    Suddenly I couldn't breathe. My heart picked up, racing in my chest. Everything was slipping away, slipping away, going going going -

    My lungs became balloons as I soared straight into a thundercloud. Or as the psychiatrist calls it, a panic attack.

    Breathe in.

    Out.

    In.

    Out.

    Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, my subsconscious took the reins and commanded my chest to start a calming exercise.

    In.

    Out.

    Slowly, I descended from the writhing cloud of fear, anxiety, and hate and came back to my senses.

    I stared at my surroundings, trying to figure out why I was on the floor, for about two seconds before I remembered.

    Fear once more shot through me like a bolt of electricity and I scrambled for my phone.

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Nathan Woodfield

What do you want?

Well, Jonathan, that is simple. You.

Leave my family alone you psycho, or I swear to God...

You are in no position to make demands.

Please, I'm begging you. They have nothing to do with this.
Leave them alone, please!

Why should I? They took you from me.
That deserves retribution. 

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    And I knew he would hurt them.

    A memory of his red-misted eyes as he pummeled his two victims flashed across my eyes and I began to shake uncontrollably.

    It was like the last time he'd texted me all over again, but a thousand times worse.

    I thought of my beautiful boyfriend and son, twin troublemakers. The way Lin smiled at me when I'd had a bad day. The dimple in our son's smile.

    My tear tracks dried up, deprived of a source, as I made my decision.

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Nathan Woodfield

I will do anything. Just leave Lin and Sebastian alone.

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