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*Ryker*

"Hello?" I asked, heart hammering in my chest.

"Is this Ryker?" A voice asked, the deep trembling in the voice suggesting that it was a young man.

"Whos Ryker?" I said, hoping they'd hang up. Why was a young man calling me? Is it a drug dealer I butted heads with? Is it a minion of His? Diablo's pawn?

"Oh, it's not, Mr. Willows said, nevermind. Sorry, good-" the voice said, and I bit my lip, weighing my options. He knew Mr. Willows...

"You know Mr. Willows? I-um, who is this?" I asked quickly, hoping to Death that they hadn't hung up already.

"My name is August. My twin-my sister is Ryker, I was just looking for her, sorry again-" the man said.

Stupid, it was obviously me.

"A-August? Is that really you?" I said, shocked.

August. My twin brother, reaching out to me after all this time? What did he want? Money? A place to stay? To tell me I was a lying bitch, a whore who asked for it? Was he like Kari?

"Yeah...who is this?" August said.

Well he doesn't catch on quick, holy fuck.

"It's Ryker. I just - I didn't know who you were so I didn't want to say it was me" I explained.

"Oh, um, Ryker, hi" he said, and I smiled at the familiar awkwardness. He never was never one for phone calls, just like me.

"Hi" I replied back, and there was a silence between us.

I squeezed past everyone and sat in the kitchen, just listening to August's breathing coming through the phone.

"So - how are you?" He asked, and I sighed.

Small talk was hard.

"I'm, um, I don't know, better I guess" I said, and I could practically hear his nod.

"How do you know Mr. Willows?" I asked, and I heard a relieved sigh. Small talk was never a strong suit for either of us.

"Um, mom told me. I mean, mom was notified when you got arrested, and went to rehab" he said, and I felt irritation and hurt rising.

He hadn't come to see me. I could've gone to jail for the rest of my life and he wouldn't have ever seen me.

Let's hope he didn't know about it until now.

"I'm sorry I didn't come, I, uh. Yeah" he said, and I exhaled in irritation.

"Why didn't you?" I asked.

I clung to the hope that maybe he was out of town or something of that sort. Maybe across the world or something. Kidnapped. Trapped. Locked in a burning building for months. I don't know. Something to make up for not seeing me. Not even bothering to call.

He called now...

Well like Jojo said, too little too late.

"I um, I don't know" he said, and I rolled my eyes.

"Well thats fucking great, thanks" I said sarcastically, practically spitting venom.

"Hey, Ryker don't be like that, I just couldn't afford to miss college" he mumbled, and I let out out a suppressed scream.

"Oh yeah, it's okay, I understand how you couldn't miss one fucking class to come see me on the single most terrifying day of my entire life. Can you say brother of the year award" I snapped, clenching my teeth.

"Ryker, that's not fair!" He said, and I laughed angrily. I felt tears spring to my eyes, stinging the corners.

"You know nothing about fair. You want to know what's not fair? Being accused of asking for it, asking to be raped, in a fucking court without any support from any of my family, not one of my fucking blood relatives could be bothered to make it. I thought maybe you didn't know, but this, this is just shitty," I yelled, not caring that the entire floor could probably hear me.

"Hey, well I mean, no one else came, I don't see you bitching at them," he retorted, and I clenched my fists, biting back the burning tears.

"I expected nothing from them! But you, you're my brother, you're my twin, you were my best fucking friend! I did everything for you! I thought maybe you of anyone would care enough to be there," I yelled, finally being overtaken by the pain, letting the tears fall.

"Ryker I'm sorry, look-" he started, and I sniffled angrily.

"No August. Fuck you," I cried, hanging up the phone and putting it on the table before falling to my knees, rocking myself back and forth trying to hold back the sobs.

Not even my fucking brother cared about me, not even enough to come see if I was dead or in prison or what.

He didn't care.

Someone helped me back into the chair and kissed my head before leaving me, knowing I wanted to be left alone to cry.

The phone rang again, to my extreme agitation.

"What?" I snapped, thinking it was August.

"Ryker. Nice to finally hear your voice again" the line said.

I paled, shaking in shock and...yeah, I admit it, fear.

I mean, he wasn't John, but he had thrown me around on more than one occasion.

"Diablo, how the fuck did you get this number?" I said harshly, trying to mask my fear with rage.

Leah heard me say his name, and she rushed over reaching for the phone.

I stood up and put a hand out to hold her back, not wanting to risk angering Diablo by letting her curse him out. Hell only knows the things he'd do to her.

"I missed you too. Jeez, no respect. I made you darling, without me you wouldn't be where you are" Diablo said, and I actually growled.

"Fuck that, you're right. If I had never fucking met your slimy ass then I wouldn't be such a miserable wreck now!" I yelled, jumping off the chair and pacing.

It was partially true, but I couldn't blame everything on Diablo. That would be easy, but it wasn't true. Most of my misery is my fault. That's usually how it goes.

I mean I chose to do drugs again. I chose to leave Ronnie. I choose to get drunk off my ass at least every other day. The problem is choice.

It's because of me that I cry my eyes out at least 3 times a day. It's because of me that the single best man in my life hates me. It's all because of me. The loneliness, the heart ache, the fear, the pain. It's all my fault.

"Sweetums, without me you wouldn't have all that money to pay for that nice squeaky new apartment. 4th floor, really that's impressive. You're welcome" he said.

I could practically hear the disgusting, repulsive perving eyes of that 40 something self-proclaimed stud. Gross. I was glaring at the phone.

But wait, 4th floor?

"How would you know what floor I'm on? You're wrong" I said, sending Leah a panicked look. I hoped my lie would trick him.

"Nice try Roxi. I know a lot more than that sweet cheeks. Ta ta for now. Expect that you'll be hearing from me soon" he said, and I started shaking, barely hearing him whisper "441" before hanging up.

441.

Our room number.

"Oh god, Leah, he knows where we live. He knows where we live!" I was beyond panicked.

I didn't even notice I was falling until I face planted on the floor. Star athlete obviously.

"What? Oh god, this can't be happening. We don't have the money to move, and our lease doesn't expire for another 6 months!" Leah cried.

After that word's fell into deaf ears, mine specifically. Phrases turned to incoherent mumblings, and frankly I wasn't paying enough attention to care.

I thought I was safe! I thought I was fucking safe!

**** okay I don't want you to panic, so I will tell you that Diablo won't be abusing Leah or Ryker or breaking into their apartment and holding them hostage or anything. He just wants to scare Ryker. Worked pretty well huh.

So he will be an annoyance, but he's mostly talk hardly any bite. And we know that Rykers done taking the blows, so she fights back. So don't fear for their safety, Diablo won't do anything severe, just scare them and annoy them. ****