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Ugh.
“Hello?”
Haze’s voice hit my ear. “Good morning, sunshine.”
Fucking Haze.
“What do you want?” I asked.
My brother sighed. “You’re the one who asked me to pick up some random ass drug dealer. One that goes by the name Ray?”
My eyes shot open, remembering how I had called him last night to find Ray. “And?”
Haze cleared his throat. “Well, he wasn’t hard to find. But…”
“But what?”
He sighed again. “I only had to interrogate him for a few minutes before he just spilled everything.” He paused. “He’s working for Kief. And if what he told me is true—” My eyes widened as a sick feeling churned in my stomach.
“Felix…is Dream with you?”
I spedthe whole way to Dream’s apartment, clutching the phone as I kept glancing at the GPS.
Please be okay. Fuck! Please be okay!
Her location never once changed, and I prayed she was at home.
I swear to god, Kief…if you touch my woman…
I pulled up to her street, seeing nothing amiss as I parked the bike. I ran up her stoop but when I reached to grab the doorknob, I noticed a tiny speck of blood on the step. “Dream?” I turned the handle, sick to my stomach as it opened without a key. “Hello?” I moved inside her apartment and dropped my helmet at what I saw.
What the?—
The entire apartment had been trashed, the floor covered in broken furniture and glass. A fear I hadn’t felt since my mother’s death peaked through my body. “Dream!” I sprinted through the apartment, my heart racing as I searched for any sign ofher. “Dream!” I checked every room feeling an unimaginably overwhelming amount of anxiety.
No…she has to be here. She has to be okay!
I kept looking, but she wasn’t there. She was gone. “No…No, no, no…Dream? Dream!” I shouted, walking around the living room. The sound of crunching glass under my feet could be heard as I noticed her spider’s enclosure was now smashed on the floor. “Lady Zaza.” I ran to it, ignoring my fear.
Where are you?
Thankfully, by some miracle, the tarantula was unharmed.
Dream would kill me if I left her here alone. Fuck.
After looking around, I found a small storage container. Using my knife to poke a bunch of air holes in it, I carefully guided the magenta spider inside to safety. I shivered, trying to stay calm as I snapped the lid in place. “At least you’re safe.”
But where the fuck is Dream?
I felt as if my entire world had crumbled from under my feet, and I couldn't breathe.
The sound of her phone ringing caught my attention. I shot to my feet and looked for it. “Dream?” I lifted the flipped couch to find her phone under one of the cushions. As I picked it up, I noticed the screen was cracked, but even worse, just under the phone was the pink leather collar she always wore. My hand trembled, knowing something bad had happened.
No…Dream.
The call ended before ringing again, the same unknown number lighting up her pixelated screen. I stared at it before I finally hit the accept button, then raised the phone to my ear.
“Hello, cousin.”
