Page 94 of Perfect Order
And if I can’t trust Kane, the man I’ve let so far into my heart I’ll never be able to get him out, I know I’ll never be able to trust anyone else. Not even if my life depended on it.
A fast trajectory from an interesting source. Prepare yourself for the crash once you fall to the ground! There’s no way to brace yourself from the impact once it hits you.
Texas-born Beckett Miller, always so reticent about his early years, has reason to be. The handsome rock god was abused as a child. Good for him for escaping that mess.
But tsk, tsk, Erzulie. All we have to say is snooping should really be left to the experts. But it’s not your fault someone hacked your cell phone. Guess you’re not as good as your sister.
Don’t worry, we’ll clean up any blood sure to be spilled over this. Maybe you’ll actually attain true goddess status you enjoy in life.
But we’ve been waiting forever. Is it too much to ask for an album to go live in the hours before you ascend?
— StellaNova
I knew it was coming, but still, my hands shake as certain words from StellaNova’s post leap out at me.
Fast trajectory.
Fall to the ground.
Snooping.
Hacked cell.
Not as good as your sister.
Hours.
Blood.
Crash.
I toss the personal cell to the side and reach for my secure cell. Frowning, I notice it’s off. I immediately try to power it up, but there’s nothing. Damnit, I let the battery die. “Fuck! How could I be so stupid!” I scream. I leap for the curtains, throwing them shut. It will only buy me a few minutes, but that’s all I need.
Quickly, I try to dial Kane, but it goes straight to voicemail. “Shit. I need you to answer. Why aren’t you?”
Then I realize he’s working. He told me he’d be primary on Beckett for the next few days. “I love you and I’ll miss you,” he murmured into my neck.
“I love you too. Always. Forever,” I replied before reaching up to try to tempt him back into bed.
God, I wish more than ever it worked.
I need to get to Kane. I need to call this in.
I need to… God, I can’t think about it yet.
First things first. Get to Kane. Tell him the truth. Remind him how much I love him.
Then I can prepare for whatever is coming.
Even if it’s the end.
Kane
So Beckett Miller—rock god of the ages—grew up with less than nothing. Who the fuck cares? Does that make me love his music less? Hell no. If anything, it makes me respect him more.
— @PRyanPOfficial
Preach it, @PRyanPOfficial
