Felix
To say I lost my s**t is an understatement. When we were in the parking garage by Ollie’s car, Finn brought his phone out and called the police to come down and search it for prints even though we know for sure who it was but they had to follow the logistics of it all. I couldn’t stop pacing as Art and Gage tried to calm me down. No matter what they said wouldn’t make me stop. I needed to go look for her right now and I won’t stop until she’s in my arms, alive.
I went to Ollie’s car and just started wailing on the trunk, pounding the s**t out of it, leaving dent after fuckin’ dent, an imprint of my fist was permanently imbedded in the car as I screamed out over and over again. My face turned beet red to the point I thought I was going to explode even more.
Gage has to get a hold
