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“Azzaria Jane,” my mom screamed as she ascended the steps. I could hear the floorboards creak as well as the taps of her heel on the hard surface.
“Leann Angela,” I groaned and pulled the covers over my head. I didn’t want to be disturbed. I wanted Dillon, and I wanted to be left alone.
“You’ve been here for three days and avoided all human interaction even with me, and I live here,” she complained, “what happened?”
Do I tell her that my boyfriend’s father told me some very degrading things, and I flaked on him? Or do I just say I have a stomach ache? Both of those are true, but the first one caused the second one.
“Mom, I’m—”
Why was Ronan calling me? He wouldn’t ring my number unless something had happened to Dillon.
“I have to take this,” I said and jumped out of bed. “I’ll be out in a second.” She half-smiled at me and closed the door.
“Ronan, what’s up?”
“Your phone does work,” he sarcastically said, “where have you been?”
“I’ve been around,” I responded, “why did you call?”
“Because Dillon’s been tearing the city down looking for you. He fired all of the staff at your building and hired new ones because he thought they lost you. He tortured the fuck out of your father, had his people searching the hills for a Matthew guy, bawling his eyes out, he’s tapped out now. So whatever happened, I think…”
Everything he mentioned after my dad’s name was a blur. I suddenly couldn’t hear anything, and my heart stopped. “W-what did you just say?” I asked breathlessly.
“I said a lot of stuff, so you need to be specific.”
“About my father.”
“Dillon tortured him, on your behalf by the way. He’s not dead, though I’m sure he wishes he was, but he won’t be a problem to you and your mom anymore. Dillon made sure of that.” A pit of relief pooled up in my throat. I’ve spent all my life trying to get rid of him and trying to make him pay for all the crap he put us through, and Dillon took care of it in a day. I needed to leave. I needed to go be with him.
“Hello? Am I talking to a ghost?”
“Sorry,” I said, “I spaced out. Do you know where Dillon is by any chance?” It was worth a shot.
“Yes, I’m with him right now. Do you want me to get him?”
“No. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“Just hurry up before he starts making us paint with him. I’m wearing hundred-thousand-dollar wrist tags,” he noted. Ronan was the most self-centered person I had ever spoken to, but yet, if he hadn’t called, I wouldn’t have gotten that motivation to do what I had to do next.
Life felt triumphant. Michael was gone. My entire life has been marred by all the pain he put me through. I spent years feeling like I deserved nothing at all or that no man would love me because my father didn’t.
“Mom, we don’t have to worry about dad anymore,” I said to her as I rushed out of the house. That was the fastest I’ve ever seen her jump in my life.
“Azzaria, what are you—”
“Mom, I can’t stay and talk details right now, but just know that we’re safe from him.” I used to think that the happiest times would be when he was out of sight, but no, the happiest time was knowing he couldn’t hurt us anymore.
“But how?” She asked in disbelief.
“My boyfriend. He took care of it,” I said and smiled.
“How could your boyfriend—”
Two words. One name but two words. “Dillon Xander, mom,” I shouted and ran through the door. That was all she needed to hear, and I knew that I’d get scolded for it one way or the other, but right now, I needed to go.
I stepped out, jumped in my car and there I was, on my way.
I could imagine how insane it was driving him, but yet, all I could think about was how he handled my father. I’ve gotten a lot of empty promises about getting justice, but this was the closest Justice has ever been to my door. It was finally and not because some striped-shirt cop or black-coated judge, but because of Dillon.
