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xxx"i've never so adored you
xxxi'm twisting allegories now
xxxi want to complicate you
xxxdon't let me do this to myself."
To James' surprise, his father hadn't sent any of his men in search of James. Or maybe they had and they were just extremely bad at finding him. He'd picked a hotel in neutral territory but had used his own name, so it wasn't like he was hard to find. He'd even still been going to classes, his one escape from the hell that was his life. He felt like it was the former, that he just had never been searched for. And he wasn't sure how he felt about that. At least they hadn't cancelled his cards.
For the most part, though, he'd just been hiding out in the hotel room. It gave him some feeling of peace, of being relatively normal. Ryan had texted him a few times, as had Chloe. He'd replied to a few of Ryan's texts. Mostly confirming that he was alive and that, no, he didn't want to see him. He'd only replied to Chloe's text checking that he was alive. Every time he even thought about seeing her again, panic overwhelmed him, a fear that he was going to fall right back into that old life.
But he'd started making steps that might mean he could escape it for good. He'd checked with the college and he could switch to an online-only course, which would get him the same degree in the same amount of time. His mother had given him access to a large account, meant only for emergencies. She was the only family member he'd really been in contact with. She wanted him to come home, but unlike her husband and son, wasn't going to force him. She wanted him to be happy more than anything.
He was walking home from college and had stopped only to pick up some supplies, when he spotted one of his father's men. He knew their tells, knew they were up to something. But they didn't even look his way. They weren't after him at all. So, instinctively, James followed him. Straight into Salant territory.
He didn't recognise the apartment from the angle they approached it. It was only when the hitman started climbing the fire escape that James realised where they were. And against his best judgement, he let out a yell. "Hey!" The man turned sharply, locked eyes on James and drew a gun. James could see the moment that he realised who he was and hesitated, not wanting to kill the boss' son.
For the most part, though, he'd just been hiding out in the hotel room. It gave him some feeling of peace, of being relatively normal. Ryan had texted him a few times, as had Chloe. He'd replied to a few of Ryan's texts. Mostly confirming that he was alive and that, no, he didn't want to see him. He'd only replied to Chloe's text checking that he was alive. Every time he even thought about seeing her again, panic overwhelmed him, a fear that he was going to fall right back into that old life.
But he'd started making steps that might mean he could escape it for good. He'd checked with the college and he could switch to an online-only course, which would get him the same degree in the same amount of time. His mother had given him access to a large account, meant only for emergencies. She was the only family member he'd really been in contact with. She wanted him to come home, but unlike her husband and son, wasn't going to force him. She wanted him to be happy more than anything.
He was walking home from college and had stopped only to pick up some supplies, when he spotted one of his father's men. He knew their tells, knew they were up to something. But they didn't even look his way. They weren't after him at all. So, instinctively, James followed him. Straight into Salant territory.
He didn't recognise the apartment from the angle they approached it. It was only when the hitman started climbing the fire escape that James realised where they were. And against his best judgement, he let out a yell. "Hey!" The man turned sharply, locked eyes on James and drew a gun. James could see the moment that he realised who he was and hesitated, not wanting to kill the boss' son.