Spinning Out of Control
“Don’t know what?” I growl impatiently, getting to my feet.
He gives out a small groan as he plops backwards on my recliner. He shoves his face in his hands, taking small breaths as if his life depended on it. “Jack?” I ask, tapping my foot. “Could you please tell me what the fuck is going on?”
He uncovers his face, giving me a look that told me I wouldn’t like what he was about to say. And then he said the three words I never thought I would hear.
“Ravyn is back.”
Disclaimer: For those of you who don't know, I am re-writing this story. The original copy of this story is on Quizilla, first posted on February 9, 2010 with the same title and same characters. I own the plot and OCs, no real people.
He gives out a small groan as he plops backwards on my recliner. He shoves his face in his hands, taking small breaths as if his life depended on it. “Jack?” I ask, tapping my foot. “Could you please tell me what the fuck is going on?”
He uncovers his face, giving me a look that told me I wouldn’t like what he was about to say. And then he said the three words I never thought I would hear.
“Ravyn is back.”
Disclaimer: For those of you who don't know, I am re-writing this story. The original copy of this story is on Quizilla, first posted on February 9, 2010 with the same title and same characters. I own the plot and OCs, no real people.
First Published January 23, 2011 / Finished Rewriting April 18, 2013