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Because first… I fucking hated cats

Second… He wanted to call me pussy

And third… He just wanted to torture me before I could sleep This was the side of my shite-faced brother that no-one else saw

“Oh…fuck you,” I said oncethe da the the slippers towards the trees

Taking a deep breath, Iabout the sheets… I wasn’t going to sleep in that da to lose anyto set up my roooing to do it once I woke up How very Callahan, I thought, tossing my arms behind my back But I was a Callahan… I didn’t wake up to that fact only because of Ethan or what had happened in Boston Ethan didn’t forcewho I was under the well-mannered mask I put on, the real reason I’d beco someone’s life in my hands They lived because of me…some died because of me…the rapists, child molesters, abusers, even one serial killer and the son of a dictator Doctors weren’t supposed to judge; they weren’t supposed to care who their patients were… I didn’t subscribe to that kind of bullshit If a monster crossed my path, I’d hunt it down and kill it I didn’t think I was a hero I didn’t have sousted me

When I left Chicago, I couldn’t see the difference between my family and them In all honesty, the line was slim No one had ever raped or molested anyone…but had children died because of us? Yes Did we harm others? Yes But the difference e didn’t seek to The blood on our hands caht to cut us first

Seeing Ethan bleeding and Ivy weeping reminded me that I didn’t need to be a doctor to have control over someone’s life… As a Callahan, everyone else’s life was already at our discretion We had that type of power in our blood

Rolling on to my side I closed my eyes for all of one moment when all of sudden—

KNOCK

KNOCK

Are you bloody shitting me?

KNOCK

KNOCK

“Sir—”

“If you knock on or open that door, I will throw you from my , order someone to pick you up and throw out one more time, and you will then be buried with cat slippers on your feet… NOTHING ELSE, JUST CAT SLIPPERS!”