Ricky
As his eyes ajusted to the light, Rick stumbled to his feet, thoughts tumbling around his head. As soon as he put two and two together of what had happened. If an Angel had called him out and it was his fault he was dead, he’d killed himself, where would she take him. Maybe she’d say...
Ricky
Ricky gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white, trying to push down his deep fear of cars caused by his little, as he liked to call it “a minor hiccup” a while back. But this so-called “hiccup” had scared him out of his wits, along with the remaining sypmtoms withdrawal...