The message I sent was vague enough: “rly need 2 talk @ my hous asap.” More would have been too much to risk over text.
Sure enough 3:30 rolled around, and so did the green beetle by the curbside. Tanya stepped out of the driver’s side blinked at what remained of the door, and ran in to where I was sitting on the stairs.
“KC! What the actual hell!?”
“Dr. Vortex,” I told her. “He was at school, then here, and when I tried to go to go after him…”
Tears burned down my cheeks as I gasped for breath. Funny, but the rest of me was freezing, like my heart had been ripped out of my chest. My arms trembled as they supported my forehead, the last thing keeping me from collapsing into a ball. The sobbing was uncontrollable; not even Tanya’s support could stop them.
“Tell me everything,” she said.