message from your boyfriend only stares back at you.

“I’m sorry baby, but I need a break.” The message reads back. Why why why? Is all you can think off. You knew your boyfriend was at the club, he’s probably drunk? He doesn’t mean it, right?

You get up from your bed and put on some clothes to go look for your boyfriend, you stop buy at a gas station to grab some water so your boyfriend can sober up, as you pay for the two water bottles a man walks into the store, wearing a sleeveless black leather jacket that showed his tattoos, his head buzzed and bleached blond.

You look back and recognize the man as your boyfriend’s father, who you know as Kenny.

“Oh. Karasu, didn’t think I’d see you hear.” He speaks up, looking down at you with a smile.