I splashed water onto my face multiple times until I was satisfied. With my face dripping, I rested my hands on the sink, gripping tightly. It took a moment before I looked in the mirror, my vision blurred.
"The moment you breathe my name to Ares King or anyone, I’ll know."
Noah’s voice echoed in my head, and it had been for a few hours now. Haunting every corner of my mind and bleeding dread into my skin.
I turned off the faucet and put on my glasses, using my palm to wipe the mirror so that I could see my reflection clearly.
I pulled down my sweater to see my neck. There was a little red dot, but that was it, nothing else. I kept looking, feeling my neck in hopes I could locate what was inside me, but I made no progress.
Great. I can’t feel or see shit.
I placed my hand back on the sink and dipped my head, closing my eyes.
Face it with courage.
That was my mantra, but before it became mine, it was my mom’s. The first day she shared it with me, I told her I was scared of the monster under my bed.
"Face it with courage."
She took my hand, and we both stood on our knees, crouching to check.
"See..." she said. "Do you know why?"
I shook my head.
"Because you chose to act."
"Why not face it with bravery then?"
She giggled and pulled me close.
"Because courage is an act despite feeling fear or pain. Weren’t you still scared when I told you to check under your bed?"
I nodded my head.
"There you have it. I won’t tell you not to be afraid. It’s okay to be scared, but it’s your choice to act despite it." She kissed me on my forehead. "I want you to remember this, so that when you find a situation that crumbles your mind in fear, all you have to do is face it with courage."
"But I’m always scared."
"Good thing I have a remedy." She poked my nose, chin, and forehead.
The sounds of my childlike giggles drowned my mind. When I opened my eyes again, I chanted the words over and over again to get a fucking grip
I’m still haunted by the remnants of what happened, and they shook me to the bones. The thought of losing Tori and the threat to my family... but it’s high time I woke up.
Slap!
My hand connected with my cheek, and pain shot through me. I welcomed that instead of fucking trembling. I have been like this for the entire day, in fear, and it has only allowed me to make stupid decisions.
I knew what I was dealing with now... who I was dealing with, which was the one good thing about this; it killed the unknown and suspense.
Noah Voss, son of Noel Voss. How much do I know about him? Not much.

I typed in a search for Noel Voss, at least what the public knew about him. There.

But I read somewhere that Voss and the Kings were business partners. Not so much now. There haven’t been any recent dealings; there were rumors that King Corp was taking over real estate.
That was what Noah meant by Ares kept taking and taking.
The only thing keeping him going was the benefits of his rumored partnership with Mercer’s systems. It wasn’t such a rumor anymore.
How true is that? And how far does a shit like that go?
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