ALEXANDER'S POV
I dialed the number for the fifth time yet no response.
Bastard! I muttered through gritted teeth.
"Alex," I could hear Mom's distant voice. Dad was behind her as they walked over to me.
"Listen to me son, we can't solve it with Violence."
"Tell that, son of yours, If anything happens to Rubby if even a strand of her hair is hurt, I will kill him."
"Son, I..."
"I am not your son! Do not call me your fu*cking son!"
"I'm sorry," Mom cried and held me by my T-shirt, "Listen to me please."
"You hid it, for how long now?"
Before she could respond, the number sent a text.
"Sweet Mom, you thought you'd gotten rid of me?"
I dialled the number again; thankfully, he took it this time.
"Hey, Mom," He said, sounding so casual.
"This isn't mom, this is someone who would
