" All right. I'll be there in about 20 minutes." She said in resignation."I will not take exception to the tone of your voice Miss. Just get your love...y ass over here when you can." Sorry, its not you. Things are just crazy. Its definitely not you. You are the only thing keeping me sane.'Lucas started dinner. He broiled a couple chicken breasts. Sliced then into strips and tossed them in a pesto sauce. He boiled some ziti and pressed a couple cloves of garlic into a little bit of olive oil.. . after...He forced the thought back into the damn box and spun wildly, looking for anything out of place. There was nothing. Nothing touched. Not a thing missing from where he'd left it. Absolutely nothing had been disturbed – nothing except the bookcase that served as the door to his lab. It hung open ever so slightly, the barest hairline of light outlining where it hung partially open.Dirks ready, Cal stalked slowly and silently to the door. He considered his options carefully. There were. The large man looked down at, "Frank was a good friend of mine," was all he said before his fist came across my face at lightning speed. The pain exploded at the impact, his fist breaking the fresh skin and blood started oozing down my already bruising face. He hit me again, lower on the jaw; I felt the impact push my mandible out of joint, pain flooding into new areas. He hit me a third time and knocked a tooth out. I spat it to the floor and glared up at him, my vision reddened by the pain. “Occupied,” Tyler let out, swallowing hard and feeling like his stomach was now in his throat. The toilet had stopped running and it was dead silent in the bathroom as he can hear the clanging of a belt being undone and the brief scuffing of the boots again. Good, Tyler thought, he was going to use the urinal and Tyler could high-tail it out of here. He cocks his head back and takes a deep breath, hearing the scuffle of boots again. Tyler closes his eyes and shakes his head, smiling to himself.