@drhalepitt continued from here [x]
[ sms : pops ] Weylen , please , i really need you right now . [ sms : pops ] I'm in my bathroom locked in here . My brother came over and he's not in his right head . He won't leave . Lady is crying in here with me . I can't get out the window with her . [ sms : pops ] he keeps hitting the door . [ sms : pops ] I'm so sorry .
The sudden repeated buzz one after the other wasn't completely out of the norm. When there was a third and a fourth that was different. He dug his phone out of his pocket and took a look to see who was messaging. His heart sunk in an instant. He couldn't say where or when the relationship to Igraine had shifted from mentor for paternal but he adored her like he did his own kid and her in danger was not acceptable. The shift was about over and he didn't have time.
He dialed with a swift couple of swipes, "Hey Conley, I gotta run. I've got an emergency you mind calling dipshit for me? Yeah I know but i don't have time. Thanks." He was out the door and running through the parking lot keys in hand. This was one of the few times he wished he had a fob key.
[sms : Iggy ] On my way. be there in 5. [sms : Iggy ] Does he have a gun or anything? [sms : Iggy ] Whatever you can tell me.
He ignored ever speed limit, he knew his way to her place like it was second nature. He sent a voice text to Jack so he'd know where he was and pulled into her place. He grabbed the gun out of the glove compartment tucking it under the scrub shirt and hoping he's not going to have to use it.
[sms : Iggy ] I'm here.