Author's Note:

I want to say, I am ashamed that this has taken me so long. I am also posting it fast, so it may contain mistakes I am sorry for. I just felt terrible about not getting anything up for soooo long and I wanted to apologize. Hopefully it wont take me long to update the next chapter :(

But because i felt so bad this is a LEMON chapter. you have been warned.

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Disclaimer:

I do not own glee.

Chapter 6 – Guilty Dreams and Painful Reactions

It was dark, almost freakishly dark. The blackness appeared to swallow up everything; all the light, all the sound, was eaten away by the nothingness that closed in. Tunnel vision at its worst is what Rachel would use to describe this. She vaguely heard the echoing of her heals as she moved through the unknown but it seemed the way was laid out for her, as if she was following a set path that seemed so familiar.

"I can't see anything down here," her frustrated tone barely broke through the black barrier and she rubbed her eyes in attempt to clear the growing fog that clouded her vision further, "where are you?" Her whisper was just a touch louder than it was before. She did not understand why she was even there. How could she? All she could recall was a list of instructions, instructions that were not very clear, just like the person who gave them to her. Jesse St James was never very clear with anything he did so why would it change now? Sure, her reason to be there was a mystery but the situation itself kind of made sense.

Reaching her arms out she desperately searched for something, or someone, to help guide her as she continued through the shadow which grew thicker each step forward she took. The silence seemed stronger than it was before she ventured and the nervous gulp she took did nothing against it. Why did I listen to him? She thought cursing her naivety.

"I need you," She muttered to herself and the hopelessness hung lower over her mind. Each passing second felt like a century and the adventure, which at the beginning seemed reasonable, turned terrifying. Rachel's memory played, almost automatically, the last moments she saw him in her mind.

Two minutes before she descended down the little wooden ladder to, what she now considered to be, her doom she felt his lips kiss hers passionately. Her eyes fluttered open and saw him take the few downward steps. She watched as his figure disappeared into the darkness of the haul; his golden curls, silvered by the moonlight, overcome by the heavy shadow. That was the last she saw of him.

Her steps hesitated for a moment before pushing herself further. Even with the cold advancing around her, the numbing silence and feelings of abandonment, she still felt him nearby. It was a feeling that gave her hope. The hope that finding him meant everything would be righted.

"Jesse," the whisper of his name managed to echo, louder than her heals, louder than her breath, louder than the faint sounds of waves crashing into the dock. His name managed to break the frightening fog. So she whispered his name again, with more force this time, as she stepped cautiously across the lower deck of the boat which she helped him paint the day before.

Jesse and Rachel had spent the rest of his senior year constructing a new boat in their spare time since his last one had - "a little problem with gasoline which I should have fixed." Jesse's words rang clearly in her head as she remembered Noah's temper over his betrayal to Glee. The guilt rushed through her at the thought of the arson which was no doubt her fault.

"Rachel Berry, this is not your fault. Do not go blaming yourself for whatcouldn't be avoided. Promise me that." His voice rang again, mentally slapping her, acting as a reminder of the promise she gave him. She smiled at the agreement they had made since Noah's act of revenge. They would spend the next months in his garage, building a new boat together and enjoying each other's company as they continued their secret romantic affair.

Getting out their mutual frustrations over Glee by building was oddly therapeutic. With sanding, hammering, sawing, and painting, all of their angers melted until they were left in a bubble of bliss. It was rewarding and a learning experience she truly cherished. She smiled remembering how excited they both got when his new boat, their new boat was finished in time for his last summer month in Ohio.

"Jesse," she called out again, her long hair brushing against her arm startling her. She slapped the strand away as if it were a bug and steadied her breath, "why on earth am I down here?" She continued, stumbling slightly across the floor as it rocked against a large unexpected wave that entered the harbour. She regained her center and drew in a deep breath before continuing. The Cedar floor boards creaked slightly as she inched further away from the ladder but Rachel smiled as a calming aroma filled her lungs. It soothed her almost immediately, just as it had when she was a young girl afraid of the dark.

She remembered going to the lumber yard with her father, Hiram, to pick out the timber for her new furniture set, which he promised to make her. She was no older than nine but she remembered it vividly. How her other father, Leroy, made her wear jeans and t-shirt instead of her favourite pink dress which was already torn from playing at school. How Hiram held onto her hand as she perused through the selection in the back because a catalogue alone was not a good enough way to judge the wood's colour, feel and smell. She even remembered how her fingertips ran across the cedar planks before bending over to take in as much of the smell as she could, and how her father laughed with the owner about her so-called expensive taste. She could not help but let out a small laugh to herself thinking about how Jesse said the same thing to her just months prior when he let her pick the wood for the boat, with his approval of course.

Warm fingertips brushed against her arm causing her to jump once more. She turned quickly, bumping into a large wall of heat and looked up to see a young man's face glowing through the night. His ice blue eyes shone brightly, fixating on her face, and melted by the fire in her own brown orbs. His arms secured her in his embrace as he breathed her scent in, running his fingers up and down her arms. The feel of his touch triggered a desire to fill her, the memories of kissing passionately after they loaded the last of the supplies into the garage fuelling the fire, and was glad that it was too dark for him to see her blush.

"Wait a moment and your eyes will adjust," He brushed a strand of her hair away, tucking it gently behind her ear. "You're shaking," he added, pulling her closer with one arm, as he reached into the fog and grasped onto something. He quickly pulled a soft fabric around her shoulders and began guiding her deeper into the darkness. She let him take her willingly, not even the least bit surprised that a large pillow became visible when they finally reached a halt.

"Rachel," he said waiting for her to sit before he continued, "you don't need to whisper you know. We're just in the harbour." When the truth of his words hit her, she let out a soft laugh. "You thought you were in a horror movie didn't you?" His laughter joined her in perfect harmony when she nodded. The smile he set her made her flutter and warmed her core so much it radiated out to the rest of her body. The blanket was becoming useless but she still kept it wrapped securely around her shoulders, needing some sort of physical connection to him. When they both settled on against the wall of the boat, hands intertwined, staring at one another with an intense fixation, she realized that, this time, she could see through the black.

The moonlight from the window of the vessel blanketed the area they were in but the rest of the lower deck remained hidden in shadow. The ambiance of the moment was breathtaking. She could make Jesse's face out perfectly, his skin like ivory as the moonlight clung to him; his eyes were brighter than before but instead of ice, she just saw pools of warm waters, rocking with the rhythm of waves just outside them.

"I know I was being a little dramatic," she let the blush creep across her face when she realized she had been staring at him; he did not know how much he truly impressed her or how many feelings he invoked within her heart. He had such raw talent and potential to wield at his will and his immense training perfected it. He was smug and arrogant when it came to his vocals, dancing and acting, with logical reason, but Jesse was truly modest about his other gifts.

Jesse possessed a strength and courage to speak the truth to the ones he loved just because it was the right thing. He had proved that to her when he came clean about his funkification, it was just the start of their secret affair. She loved that about him, his courage, but he did not know it was one of her favourite qualities. He had no idea how much she wanted him all the time either.

How when he crawled through her window, tears stinging his eyes, unable to speak or move as he locked eyes with her. The guilt he felt radiated off his face, only being highlighted by the tremor of his hands as they reached for her. All she wanted was too give herself to him fully, reassure him she was his and, although he was competing against her now, she always would be.

"I just— I get scared easily sometimes." She admitted and laughed to herself again as she pulled the blanket he had given her closer. His strength and courage of conviction gave her life; she fed off of his energy, making her want to be the best she could be. She had come clean about her mother's arrival to her dads, because of him. And again he had no idea.

Yet, they were still so in tune. He may not have known for sure, but he for sure felt everything she did. He felt her thoughts as they sat in the darkness of the boat. She leaned back against the wall and sighed softly. She truly felt beautiful with the way he always stared at her, as if she was a goddess before him. "So," she straightened up and met his stare, "why am I here Jesse?"

"Just because," His gaze remained fixated on her, the warm blue pools climbing in temperature as he continued to take in her body. "Ok, ok." He raised his hands up in defeat, the sleeves of his sweater rolling down his toned arm, exposing the muscles that lay beneath the skin, sending a pang of desire through core. "I'll tell you, but you have to sit down first." He gestured to the pillow next to him; she shifted over and gave him her full attention.

She could see he was struggling, trying to avoid why she was there in the first place, so she waited patiently allowing him to gather his thoughts and enjoying the feel of him next to her. Heat radiated off of Jesse's body, acting as a fire, and any chill Rachel may have felt was fully gone. It's always so hard for him to open up. She thought looking upon him once more, noticing a pain and a hunger she had never seen before.

"I'm leaving Rachel," He stated and broke his stare. She remained silent, shocked, and stiff. "I have to get out of here, even if it is just for a little while. It's this town. This place is killing all aspects of, well, me. I just got me back and with Vocal Adrenaline and Nationals, I think I am being broken bit by bit. You're the only one who is keeping me alive and I can't put that on you." He took a breath and finally let his eyes met her gaze, which for some reason was full of tears.

He turned to kneel in front of her and brushed a tear from her cheek. "It's not like I'm that special Berry." He smiled and moved the hair from her face, letting his hand cup her cheek and she leaned into his touch. "And I have to leave at the end of the summer anyway." Her eyes widened at his words, which caused his touch to stiffen, and a chill to roll down her back. They never talked about his dreadful departure to college, though they both knew it had to come sooner or later. Rachel was hoping it would be discussed later, but unfortunately the moment was upon them.

"Where are you going?" She pushed him back so he fell on his butt, "and for how long?" Her voice was stern, demanding her answer. Other than UCLA where on earth could he run away from her to?

"I was thinking of just sailing the boat around the coast, until I have to school. I have to be back in time to get ready my stuff for college." He moved to regain his seat next to her, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her into his side, not caring for her protest. She rested her head on his shoulder in silence, both staring off into the darkness. Although she was angry, the instant his warmth connected with her body, she could not resist the pull, the need to be close to him.

He could not leave. He was the only one there for her. He was the only one who listened and cared. Her own mother adopted another baby after refusing to have a relationship with her. Her fathers were arguing all the time and her glee family was falling apart at the seams. She could not help but feel the same way as him. Lima, Ohio was like a black hole. It swallowed all the talent it harboured, forcing it to stay in this nowhere town. Lima-Losers, all this town consisted of was Lima-Losers. Drones that marched down the streets in a sickening formation and it what she refused to partake in. She was drowning just as much as he was, so why should he leave and not her?

It did not seem fair to her one bit. She was contemplating a trip of her own to New York when suddenly the idea hit her. It hit her hard; harder than a ton of bricks falling off a tower and onto her head. She felt a sly smile creep across her lips and immediately jumped up to meet his surprised gaze.

"What?" He asked concerned, raising a sceptical eyebrow at what she assumed was her pacing.

"Well," she started, letting her smile widen to almost double in size. "I just had an idea." Jesse's curious eyes begged for her to let him onto her secret she was hiding from him and Rachel continued, "I am going with you."

"Wha-what?" She expected his reaction to be a filled with a little more enthusiasm than that, but the light that suddenly awoke in his eyes was more than the encouragement she need. He stood from his seat, placing a hand on her shoulder, as if to see if she was real.

"I am coming with you. Do you have a problem with that, Jesse St James?" She asked, giving him a slug on his shoulder. "I need to get away from here just as much, if not more, than you do. I deserve my vacation from Lima too." She felt as if his ego rubbed off on her, stubborn arrogance taking over all other reason. She wanted this and she would not stop until she got it.

"Fine," he smiled, not furthering his response and Rachel was just excited that she won so easily. She jumped into his arms, her legs wrapping around his midsection while her arms circled around his neck. She felt his forearms wrap under her legs, supporting her weight easily, while her face nuzzled into the crook of her neck and shoulder.

"Thank you," she whispered to him, her hot breath against his skin; she could taste the sweet flavour of his own breath on her neck and it drove her mad for more. "I need this," She finished, pulling back to rest her forehead against his. He lunged forwards, pulling her chest flush against him, the friction sending shivers of passion through them both as their lips clashed together. One of his hands was tangled in her hair and the other held her waist as she tightened her arms around his neck.

Rachel moaned into his lips as the kiss deepened, his fingers running up and down the exposed skin of her thighs, his movements in time with the gentle waves caused her to burn with want. His tongue was battling hers in a vicious war of dominance and somehow they wound up back on the pillows. He hovered above her his hands running down her sides mimicking her own which travelling up his back. She wanted him, no needed him, and as her own hands ran through his hair, tugging gently on his curls, she knew that this was it. She was ready.

"Jesse," she whispered as they broke for air. Her taste danced through his palate, less diluted than before, richer and fuller, concentrated. Their chests were heaving with passion, a passion which was foreign to her but it seemed to envelope her in a way that she knew it was natural. It was so strong that it taught her all she needed to know with each passing second she revelled in it. He kissed her forehead and pulled her close once more. "I'm ready." His breath hitched in his throat at her words, before he spoke.

"You sure?" His eyes were wide, his voice hoarse, but his arms were strong and his heart pounded against her own. The waters reached a boil as he gazed down at her with lust. She nodded, slightly taken back by his emotions. His lips claimed hers again, gently at first then becoming more heated. He slowly positioned himself in between her thighs, his jeans coming into to contact with skin under her skirt. Arousal seeped through her underwear, when she felt his clothed stiffness rub against her core. They both groaned, craving more friction and less clothing.

She tugged at the hem of his shirt and, with a chuckle, he pulled it over his head, throwing it into the blackness. His toned body, blanketed with the moonlight, sent a thrill through her and she instinctively rolled her hips against him. He growled in pleasure before reclaiming her lips. Her nails scrapped across his back while his fingers danced up her thigh.

"Rach," he moaned as her hand slipped down the front of his chest. Sitting up, she pulled her tank top over her head, tossing it to join his forgotten shirt. She saw his surprise at the lack of bra she had on. Her breasts free and exposed for him and he faltered just for a moment before smiling and kissing his way down her neck.

Taking a nipple in his mouth, he sucked and licked at the sensitive bud, and Rachel felt her head loll back. She was in bliss when skills fingers were ever so gently rubbing against her soaked center causing her to gasp at the new feeling.

"Jesse," She moaned as his thumb circled her clit, teasing her mercifully. Finally pushing the fabric aside, he dipped a finger into her folds, watching as pleasure scorched through her body. "Oh God," her voice rose with power, his thumb still circling her clit as he slowly pumped in an out of her. His tongue traced the movements of his thumb on her nipple, sucking and biting at the flesh as she screamed with desire. His hands sped up by her demand, bringing her to the brink, the waves of lava flowing over her as the boat rocked with equal force on the water. The pressure built within her, her body burning with desire, her screams growing to silent gasps.

"Let go baby," he spoke huskily, thrusting his hips against her thigh to relieve his own tension slightly. Suddenly the pressure exploded into hurricane winds of a burning wildfire, whipping through her body, shaking with an indescribable heat, causing her to scream his name. He slowed his fingers, riding out her orgasm as her body still trembled. Shifting gently against her, he kissed her passionately while her hands tangling within his curls, bringing him closer. A groan escaped him as he felt her still shaky hands unbuckle his belt.

"We don't have to, I'd understand," he spoke, the lust evident, but his control impressive.

"I'm sure," she said as she stood on shaky legs. He watched with curiosity as she reached behind her, unzipping her skirt in the back. It pooled around her feet as she stepped out of it. Pulling him onto his feet, Rachel felt her confidence skyrocket. His eyes wandered her mostly naked form, admiring her beauty and she smiled at his stunned silence before unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

Dropping to her knees she pulled them down his legs, watching with wonder as his stiffness twitched within his boxers. He moaned as she tentatively pulled his boxers down, freeing him from the confinement and took him within her hand. He savoured the contact for a moment before yanking her up by the shoulders his lips crashing onto hers.

Kicking his pants and boxers away from his feet, he pulled them back down the pillow, thrusting his hips against her still, surprisingly, clothed center. They moaned into the kiss, but broke apart reluctantly when Jesse slowly pulled the undergarment off her. He stared in awe at the event desire soaking her legs, her core glistening with arousal in the moonlight. She wanted him so badly, and when their gazes locked and he aligned himself at her entrance, she knew he wanted her just as badly.

"Please," She whispered into his kiss, her hands resting on his biceps, pulling him forward.

"Please what?" He asked, begging her to say what she wanted, the tone of his voice erupted the fire she felt before all over again.

"I need you," She whispered again, pulling him forward, but he still remained at her entrance.

"Need me to what?" He growled as he kissed her neck, sucking at the flesh just below her ear, ensuring his mark be left on her. She sighed blissfully at the feeling, she was his and no one else's; that mark would be a reminder of that.

"Jesse, fuck me," He paused for a brief moment before kissing her lips again, her vulgarity taking him by surprise but exciting him further. He slowly eased himself into her, stopping to let her adjust to the size. It was uncomfortable at first, his size stretching her but it did not hurt as much as she thought it would. It actually did not hurt at all, she wanted more almost instantly. She wanted friction, she needed him to move so she rolled her hips to his. A passion flickering in his eyes rushed across his face as he rested his forehead against hers. Taking the hint he started thrusting slow and deep, a moan escaping her lips each time he plunged into her.

"Faster," she pleaded as she felt the pressure building more than before. He obliged, rearing his hips back and pumping into her with more speed. Her hips met his with each thrust and he groaned against her neck as her nails scraped the flesh of his back leaving a mark of her own.

"Rachel." He moaned, "God you're so good, so so good." He panted and when, Rachel's walls tightening around him, he reached his hand in between them, rubbing her clit. "Cum baby, I can't hold on any longer," His demand sent her flying, her walls tightening wildly around him with such a force, it milked him, and they moaned each other's names as they rode out their orgasms. He stayed buried in her for a moment before pulling out and Rachel immediately felt empty. He wrapped an arm around her as she curled into his side, hearing his heartbeat steady to a normal pace and his breathing slow to an even rhythm. He ran his fingers up and down her arm, causing shivers to run down her back again.

"I need this too," he whispered to her, but she knew he was referring to their joint trip just as much as their sexual connection.

"So, when we leaving?" she asked looking up at him with curious eyes.

"Tomorrow?" he suggested, smiling again remembering that she was coming with him.

"Can we do that the whole trip?" She asked placing a finger on his lips.

"Rachel," he started, a smirk quirking his lips upward as his voice dropped to a husky low point, "Are you seducing me?" He asked mockingly.

Rachel eyes snapped open. She was still panting, her dream leaving her feeling more breathless than she ever had with anyone since the memory. It was as if her mind was trying to remind her of what letting go truly was suppose to feel like. Rolling onto her side she felt the liquid heat rub against her thighs and groaned in frustration.

She had been with Finn for years and still she was unable to have an orgasm in front of him. The movements of fingers were awkward and never able to locate the spot which sent her flying into a colourful explosion. His tongue, if he used it, was too flat, too wide, and never truly tasted her. His penis, although large in length, was missing a hint of girth. It was always the same position as well, and never did he angle his dick in a way that rubbed her sensitive spots. Finn was just never able to make her feel the way Jesse had that one night.

The night that still lingered in her dreams, always teasing her, the way Jesse did. Always starting but never ending. Rachel's bolted into a stepping position, her eyes wide, her breath short with the desire of his fuelling. It was then she realized that her dream finally completed. After years of lacking a conclusion, she was able to dream through the whole memory. Being around and singing with him for fifteen minutes was enough to cause a complete dream. A hot and sweaty sex dream, but a dream none the less.

She turned her head to the clock, six thirty it read. Rachel Berry was able to sleep a full night. It was as if some miracle was bestowed upon her. She let her smile grow before she realized the sick truth. It was Jesse's presence that allowed her to sleep. Jesse St James, the man that left her alone in Lima to the hands of Vocal Adrenaline. Jesse St James, the man who ruined her ability to trust anyone. Jesse St James, the man who she dreamed about but was not her boyfriend.

Glancing over to Finn's side of the bed with guilt Rachel suddenly became worried. Finn's sleep filled body normally laid next to her on the bed, but tonight there was nothing. Running his fingers across the fabric she realized it was cold. The blanket was neat where it normally would be mangled from his movements. The pillow was horizontal at the headboard where it normally would be vertical and trapped in his tight grasp. Finn was not home yet. And Rachel was having a sex dream about another man.

The only thought that got her through it was to find Finn. Tears were about to break free, but she had to focus on ensuring Finn was alive and not dead in the streets of New York. Slipping out of bed she put on a robe and heading down the hall to the kitchen, hoping to find a note. She frowned when none was placed on the counter.

"Finn" she called out through the dark apartment. "Are you developing?" she before stepping into the darkroom only to find it empty. Panic filled her. He did not come home. Where on earth was he going tonight? She thought before she reached for the phone and dialled the number to the puckerman residence. Noah and Finn always drank together at the local bar when a game was on.

"Hello?" A groggy sounding Quinn answered with a frustrated Noah swearing in the background.

"Is Finn there?" Rachel asked, not bothering to apologize for the early hour.

"Rachel? No he isn't." Quinn mumbled before letting out a sigh. Rachel knew Quinn could sense her panic. "What's wrong?"

"He didn't come home. When did he and Noah finish at the bar?" Rachel's fingers tapped against the counter, as she heard the rustling of sheets and Quinn's mumbled question to her obviously half asleep husband.

"Around two, Rach, Noah was home by three." Quinn's voice was hushed, obviously trying to take caution in avoiding a drunk Noah's half asleep frustration. "It takes an hour to get home from the bar. Finn should have been back, are you sure he isn't in the darkroom?"

"I checked everywh—"

"Rachel!" Finn hollered through front, interrupting Rachel's answer. She immediately stopped pacing only to freeze in the middle of the living room.

"Rach, was that Finn?" Finn's shouting must have been louder than Rachel thought because the worry Quinn had was conveyed through the phone. She could vaguely hear Noah's groan at being woken up but Rachel's form was still frozen. Finn called her name again, louder than before, and the worry only intensified in Quinn's tone. "Is Finn just getting in now?"

"Hang on Quinn," Rachel said, placing the phone down the table, as Finn walked into the living room. Quinn normally would have hung up but something in the air caused her to jump. She sensed that she should stay on the line. So she placed the phone on speaker, waking Noah up to hear the conversation just in case it got ugly and Rachel needed back up. "Finn did you just get in?" Rachel asked timidly.

"You went to that audition," Finn's voice was slurred, and Rachel took a step back towards the armchair on the other side of the room.

"I-I, how do you know?" She stuttered, and Finn moved closer.

"Puck told me. Said he was 'really proud you're getting back in the game.'" Finn's voice dripped with disgust and anger as stumbled closer. "I can't believe this Rachel."

"Finn, listen, it pays really well and—"

"I don't give a fuck anymore!" he shouted. He was obviously drinking past two. With who Rachel did not know, but at this point she hardly cared. She took another step back and managed to put the armchair in between Finn and herself.

"I-I'm sorry, but they loved me Finn—"

"Did they call you back yet?" He interrupted again. She was not going to be able to finish a sentence any time soon.

"Well no, not yet but—" Still she tried, her voice quivering with a fear she never knew Finn could create.

"And why do you think that is Rachel?" He shouted ever louder, finally reaching her. The armchair seemed useless now, but she was still happy she had it. He towered over her, his height acting as another advantage he had over her.

"I-I don't kn—"

"Grow up Rachel. You'll never be on Broadway." He spit the words at her like venom, and the tears started to roll down her cheeks. Finn used to the only one to believe in her. The only one who really supported her, and now his support was all crashing down in front of her, just like her dreams. "It's pathetic this dream of yours."

"Finn, please—" She choked slightly on her tears, her breath coming out in heavy pants. She was glad Finn kept interrupting her because there was no way she could form a complete sentence now.

"No, I don't want to hear it. We talked about this, and you went behind my back." He did not finish instead he looked at her with hate, his hand reaching over the chair, and gripping her shoulder so hard Rachel was sure a bruise would arise tomorrow. "I'm going to bed, I can't even fucking look at you." With that he walked down the hall and into the bedroom, slamming the door so hard the enter apartment rattled complimenting the ringing in Rachel's ears.

She stood stock still, tears rolling down her cheeks and a tingling pain radiating down her arm. The sobs she suppressed before were coming out full force, and when she heard a frantic shouting coming from a muffled source she sobbed harder with embarrassment.

"Rachel," the voice called out in between her sobs as she reached for the forgotten phone receiver wiping the tears away with the back of her hand. She hissed slightly as the pain in her shoulder hindered the movement of her arm.

"Oh god Quinn, I'm sorry so you had to head that." She said struggling to hold the tears from her voice. The last thing she needed was pity from Quinn through this. She had done enough by getting her to go to that audition and Rachel was still truly thankful for it despite Finn's reaction and her guilty dream. "Please just go back to–"

"Berry," Noah's voice was strong and firm, any traces of alcohol that may have remained in his bloodstream was gone as the seriousness echoed through the receiver. "If you don't get your ass in a cab and over here right now I'll kill you myself."

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