CRACKS IN THE MIRROR
“Okay listen, I want you to calm down. And tell me what happened?” “Zach is drun-k. He’s gone mad-“ s**t. “I’m coming.” I hang up and run out the door instantly, wounding my hair into a rough bun, just taking my cell phone and some money with me. I book a cab and burst my knuckles nervously. “Hayden Mansion. 512, Upper Side. I’m in a hurry.” Be okay, please. Everything, please be okay. Zach has hurt enough. Himself and others. And I just don’t want him to anymore. He has to be okay. It takes me thirty minutes and I reach the place, looking completely peaceful, not giving away anything that might be going inside. I walk straight in through the door. “Brit?” A loud clanking and shattering of glass on the wall beside my head shocks me to the core as I gasp and clutch my chest, while s
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