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22: Fucking Kane

WAYLEN

Me: You fucking piece of shit. I hope your next rut kills you.

“No,” I said to myself, shaking my head as I stared at the phone. My office was empty, so each word out of my lips echoed after me. Beth should be behind that desk, yet she was working with Malik. “Asshole.” 

I deleted the words on my phone screen and typed something less violent.

Me: The world is a better place without you in it.

Not so violent but still harsh. Beth would have a brain aneurysm if she read the text instead of Malik. I repeated the process of deleting and trying to come up with a nicer text to the fool separating me from my mate. 

Me: Why don’t you just die? Fuck out of our lives?

Not nice. Fuck. I banged my fist on my desk. Sending a text message shouldn’t be this tough. My fingers ran through my hair, tugging hard. I stared at Beth’s desk, and the unsolicited memories from her last time here unfolde

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