Tiny Dark Deeds: Chapter 7

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Subject: Today

So, I don’t know if you’re getting fucking emails, but at this point, I’m desperate since you’re not talking to me. I don’t know if it’s because you don’t want to, or you can’t. I’d like it to be the latter, but I know us.

I know you.

I don’t know if you’re okay. I don’t know if you’re good, but I’m a hopeless fuck so here we are. I can’t give up.

I refuse.

I thought a lot about what I’d say to you if I knew you’d see this message. In fact, I thought about it so much I’ve rewritten this email about three times. I honestly thought it’d be a bunch of fucking angsty shit where I bleed my heart out and just hope to hell you’d get back to me. It started that way the first three times until I settled on this. I know exactly what I’d want to say to you if I knew you’d read it.

I’d tell you about your dad.

Your father, Ramses Mallick, is my god dad. I have a total of four and out of all of them, he’s the one I’ve never once seen lose his cool. The man’s patient to a fucking fault and literally takes anything that comes at him with a smile on his face. I wouldn’t mistake that for weakness, though. All my godfathers are badass and would be quick to knife a motherfucker if they deserved it. They’d do it to protect their family, and what’s nice and unique about your dad is he’d never even have to lift the knife.

He’s just that badass.

Your dad’s a talker, a peacemaker. He could make his greatest enemy fall to his feet, but the thing is, it’d never be with a threat. Ramses is just a good dude, kinder than shit, and is quick to pull the shirt off his back to help others. He’s a fighter and a lover, and your mother, Brielle, wasn’t an easy case from what I understand. In fact our parents joke a lot about how Ramses had to pull out so many stops to prove to her they could be something great. He fought for her, and he won, struggle be damned. Wolf is a lot like his mom, your mom.

But I feel like you’re a lot like your dad.

I could go on and on about how and why, but I’d like you to come back and figure that out yourself. Your dad, Ramses, asks me every day one question. He asks it knowing the answer. He asks it despite the pain he knows it will cause him. He wants to know if I’ve heard from you, no more, no less, and even though I tell him no every day, he still asks. He doesn’t give up.

Like I said, he’s a fighter.

I have a feeling he’s going to continue asking me every day, and I look forward to the day my answer doesn’t suck anything out of him. I look forward to the day I’ll give him life instead of taking it from him.

Anyway, that’s all I got for now. That was today.

Tomorrow, I’ll tell you about your mother.