Reagan's POV Part 2

“Hey mom, took you long enough to call me.”

“What? You didn’t answer my 50 missed calls, you child. Now get back here, we have a lot to talk about little one.”

I smile sheepishly, knowing it all too well I’d be damned. I have always been a tough guy but one call from my mom and it’s over.

“Yes, I know you miss me so much mom, don’t worry I’ll get there as soon as possible, Bye!” And with that, before mom could reply, I hung up and called my friend, Zen Alaric Malcolm, Aunt Hira, and Uncle Wave’s son.

“Wazzup, bro.” He greeted me as soon as I called.

“Prepare my car, I’ll get back now,” I ordered.

“Oh, why are you ordering me like I’m one of your staff? Ask your father’s staff, asshole.” As always, Zen has a temper worse than mine, which is understandable as he’s been through hell recently.

“Oh, why are you ordering me like I’m one of your staff? Ask your father’s staff, asshole.” As always, Zen has a temper worse than mine, which is understandable as he’s been through hell