HEAVEN & HELL
He ran to the back door and tried to open it.
Locked.
He knew it would be. He hadn't come to a party here, he'd been brought here and left, and he could only imagine that it was under duress. "Why, what have I done? And who, who the fuck had left him here.
Gabriel sat on a kitchen stool, his head in his hands. He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes, the sick feeling in his stomach increased. There was a voice in his head, "Breathe Gabe it's alright, you are going to be okay, breathe for me love. I love you, Gabriel."