Summary
My boyfriend has multiple personalities. I was getting ready for a date with his greasy, overbearing-CEO persona when disaster struck.
An anonymous text arrived:
“My little brother loved you so much, and you got him killed. I’m going to avenge him!”
One sentence, complete with typos and bits of pinyin. I knew immediately that this guy was something special. Definitely not right in the head.
Before I could work out what to do, he was plastered against my window, covered in blasting caps.
I grabbed my greasy boyfriend’s head.
“Date canceled! Switch to someone tough. Now!”
A second later, his eyes cleared.
“Dongdong-ge! I’m here!”
Fuck. How had I managed to summon the childish personality?