Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 204
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[Next Day – Dean’s Estate]
The house is dead except for the sound of bottles of alcohol rolling around the living room floor.
Rolling around Dean.
Dean sat in the middle of the room, on the bare floor, staring at the last full bottle of alcohol with him.
He has been drinking and sleeping for three days straight now, never leaving this room.
He’s practically rotting here.
No child hope.
No hope of ever spawning and making his own babies.
He has been feeling out of the world, and the thought of killing himself crossed his mind multiple times already, but he kept pushing it to the back of his mind with the hope that maybe there’s still hope.
He’s forcing himself to believe.
He popped the last alcohol open, and at the same time, the doorbell sounded. It’s the first sound he heard in there days, and it made his ears ring as he got up grudgingly.
He staggered to the door and pulled it open with half-lidded eyes.
Three cops showed up. One with an arrest warrant, one with a gun, and the third with handcuffs.
“Mr. Dean St. Graves, you’re under arrest for—”
He didn’t even let them finish. He stretched his conjoined wrists.
“Take me away.”
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[Saint’s Mansion]
At 10am, Saint was ready to leave the house. He has plans to go solo racing for an hour before going to the Oddsion to meet Tobias.
He drank the last of his morning coffee before stepping out, carefully wearing his helmet.
“Fûck! I missed you!” He kissed his bike handlebars deeply before mounting it, only for a Uber to show up in front of the house.
Annika came down, and the driver drove back down the street.
“Anita?” Saint blinked.
“It’s Annika,” she corrected. “You forgot your jacket in the Uber yesterday.” She pointed the jacket.
“I have a bad habit of forgetting things, geez.” He shook his head and took her jacket from her.
She looked at his bike.
“Solo racing.” He told her.
“Oh…” She nodded.
“Wanna come?” He asked.
“My boss is still resting, so…..Sera’s Crochets isn’t open yet. I have lots of time….yes.” she nodded.
He threw her the second helmet, and she caught it clean.
She wore it on herself and climbed behind him on the bike.
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