☓ClosedStarter || @morganpooley
William held his phone tightly in his hands, his knuckles turning white. He almost snapped the little flip phone in two, but instead snapped it shut and shoved it into his pocket. Hayden. Hayden was threatening Morgan. And William was not there. He felt the adrenaline course through his veins as he stormed out his den.
He didn’t bother closing the front door behind him, instead he just stomped to his garage. William, a man known always for walking, very seldomly took his vehicle into public. Unless it was an emergency. He didn’t wait for the automated garage door to lift open, instead he bent down and in one thrust shoved the door open. His solid black truck shone under the florencent lights as he ripped open the driver door. He flung his visor down, the keys dropping into his awaiting hand, and in one fluid movement started the sleeping motor.
Wild horses came to life when the engine started, his pipes could be heard from the middle of town he was sure. Without missing a beat he threw his vehicle in reverse, tires screeching, and backed his beauty down the drive. Before hitting the cast iron gate he whipped it around, tires screeching once more, his headlights illuminating everything as he spun the truck around. The gate opened a little to slowly for his liking, and as soon as it was a clear shot the sound of burning rubber and more horses erupted from his vehicle.
His hands clenched the wheel tightly, he could feel every muscle in his body tensing, he had to get to her soon. He didn’t slow for any hill, and he felt as his truck caught quiet a bit of air. Running three red lights, he finally slid his truck into a parking spot outside of The Runway. He slammed his door closed, not bothering to lock it, and stormed up the walkway. He pushed past people smoking, and gripped the entrance of the door.
He knew he had to get a grip on his nerves, or the moment he stepped inside Hayden would be a burning corpse. He slowly took a deep breath, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He flipped it open, and typed out a message to Morgan as quickly as he could, his thumbs mashing the numbers multiple times to get the correct lettering. “I’m outside. What do you want me to do.” He hit send, and closed his eyes, sucking in a deep breath.