Speaking of Isaiah...
"I know it was you that almost killed him back then," I said softly. "You were so close. You should have made sure to finish the job before you left. That fu.cker got himself to a phone and called for an ambulance. He even lied and said that he was drugged and taken to that house so he didn't get into any fu.cking trouble. That bas.tard. I hate him more than I've ever hated anyone in my life."
I sighed yet again and looked out the windshield. I was in the parking lot of Bill and Greg's new tattoo shop. Where I work. They let me come back a few months ago after a long talk about taking precautions. No one aside from Dad, Jo, and Roman know I work here. I just got off. Thought I'd try Pax again. For the millionth time in the last eight months.
"I hate you too, ya kno
