Chapter50

#Chapter50

/"How am I-/"

/"I'll have Lucien phone him. This is your fuck up, Joel. You need to fix it, but first, you need to figure out if you want to fix it. The reason you said that chick was your girl... I don't give a shit what it is, but he does; address it. If you can't, maybe he is better off without you./"

/"Way to sugar-coat it,/" I whisper. I had to force the words out, squeeze them past the lump that had settled in my throat.

/"I ain't Willy Wonka,/" was Angel's reply. /"Do what you gotta. Fill me in later./"

The phone went dead. I punched the wheel. The horn blared.

Throwing it into reverse, hightailing it out of the drive, I shoved my foot to the metal.

Scouring the streets on the way there, taking the route he would have taken if walking, I made my way to his sister's house. The only other place he would have gone was to his friend Quinn's house.