" Aron Phoney " Lucas called and the boy with well-built body and almost 5'10 height step forward.
"Sir." He replied.
"Where are we Mr. Phoney?" Lucas asked.
"In the gym sir." The boy replied.
"If I give you one task will you do it for me?" Lucas asked so softly while adjusting himself on one of the table's corners.
"Sure sir." The boy replied.
"Do an elbow plank for me please." Lucas asked and the boy so confidently did it.
"You good?" Lucas asked and the boy nodded.
"Oliver Gallon." Lucas called one of the team-mates and the boy was quick to come forward. "How powerful do he look?"
"He is the strongest of our team sir." The boy replied.
"How can I believe it just because you are saying it. Get on his back." Lucas sa
"Hey." Willie said as soon as he sat down on the chair. He just finished the class and came out and got the message from Moura that he is waiting for him. Willie hasn't forgot the small physiotherapy he gave to Moura before class, the aftereffects were still present down there. "How was your class?" Moura asked him. "What happened to you?" Willie asked in return. "What?" "You never asked about my class. Why now?" Willie asked. He didn't get the reply, but he let it slide. "Where's Darrick?" "Why do you have to bring that fucker up between our conversation?" Moura no doubt gets irritated on the mention of his younger brother. "No, he was there when I came that's why I asked." Willie cleared his point. "I've sent him to make 50 rounds of football field." Moura told him, nonetheless. "50!" Willie gulped; his eyes were the size of soccer ball. "Fuck him. I called you here to talk about some very important matter." Moura was dead serious. "What happened?" Willie asked, both elbo
Lucas closed the door and turned on his heels to get back inside. His face decorated with the biggest grin. His expression changed as soon as his eyes fell on Miles. There he stood, hands dangling on his sides, eyes wide, unfocused and tears flowing out of them unnoticeably, his glasses slipped to his nose and teeth digging deep in his lower lip that was torn due to the pressure. Imagine a kid being scolded and beaten up by his father, how would he look? That's how Miles looked right now. For a second Lucas felt ashamed. No matter what, it was wrong, he or anyone in this world was not allowed to touch him like that. He basically attacked his self-esteem. But that moment was very very little as the memories of past took over his empathetic self. He remembered how Miles kicked him in face and dragged him inside, leaving him there on the ground like a dog. And the empathy was gone. "Aww, poor baby got hurt? Come on it's not like no one ever touched you." Lucas came toward him.
Miles was finding it hard to control his trembling body. He was holding his knees close to his body and wrapped arm tightly around his knees, but it wasn't working. "Everyone is a monster." Miles whispered. He digs his head deep down in his knees. "I hate them." Miles was tired of crying. That's all he ever did since he came here. "I shouldn't have ever left Daegu. I was so happy there, I was close to my brother, my family. I miss him, I wanna hug him and hide from all these monsters. They are scary. I'm scared. James, I'm scared." Miles had his eyes close shut, and his head was buried in his knees. "Cal......Cal is Moo a bad person? Am I not good? Why do people hate me.... why can't I have them as friends....why can't i....i be strong?" Miles hiccupped with every sentence. "Jammy, your baby bear is sacred. I want to......" Miles stopped as
The raging ringtone broke the silence of room and startled both sleeping boys. Christopher hardly moved, as he just flipped to his other side, placing the arm over his eyes to stop the light from penetrating. A small groan left his mouth, however. Miles was up as soon as the phone ringed. He was finding it hard, really hard to sleep already. Miles was quick to silent his phone before gazing at the screen for caller ID. Jammy. Miles didn't wait for a second and hopped off the bed. He didn't bother to look down at his naked body and in a second ran out of room. He didn't want to disturb Christopher, so he ran outside. As for him, this call was much needed for him. "Broo." Miles almost cried out. The single glance on his brother's name overwhelmed him. "Baby Boo. How are you?" James's voice was fresh as ever. "I miss you bro. I miss you so much." Miles wanted to say so much right now but only this came out of his mouth. "I know bear, we miss you too." Miles has never craved his
Christopher woke up at 7 am on the sound of alarm. The night was rather disturbed as compared to the others. He didn't feel like waking up. He just wanted to pull the cover up his head and sleep.He has no other option but to wake up. He pulled his body up to sit and used his hands to brush the remaining sleep away from his eyes. His gaze fell on the sleeping figure of Miles beside him. He looked so peaceful while sleeping. His one arm clutching the cover close to his chest and the other that was bandaged was lying straight on the bed. Bandaged"What might have happened?" Christopher whispered. The look that he saw on Miles's face yesterday was horrifying. Something terrible happened to Miles yesterday that is for sure. And then the call yesterday? Why was Miles crying? Yes, Christopher was awake and he was the one who texted James saying Miles miss him and he should call him. Well, he had to do something to force the truth out of Miles. But it didn't work. Miles didn't tell anyt
"For God's sake Moah, enough now." Willie said tiredly. He has been getting punished since last night. At first Moura did whatever he liked with his body and then after that he was like he doesn't even know him, he doesn’t even exist. "Get out of my face." Moura groaned as he walked past Willie and made way to couch, the same couch where Moura spent the last night. "I only did what you asked to me to do." Willie defended himself. "By kissing him? You got feelings for him. You fell for him Willie." Moura tried his best to contain his anger. He was fuming since yesterday. No doubt the little show Lucas presented him yesterday was good, but it didn't help calm his anger. "I did not. You asked me to kiss him to prove my loyalty, and I did." Willie almost cried. He loves Moura more than anyone, but he couldn't clear his own mind right now. No doubt he loves him, he got no one else in his heart, but he like the blonde: he wants to be friend with him, only friend nothing else. "Use you
"Hey Willie. My bro." Christopher chirped as soon as the door opened. "Hey Christopher." Willie greeted back. "Is Luca here? I went to his apartment and no one's responding so I thought..""You thought right. Come on in, he is in the kitchen. It's been so long that we met." Christopher pulled him in. "Y-Yeah. So long. You know school and stuff." Willie fake laughed. As soon as he entered his first target was Miles, who was standing by the couch, lost in thoughts. "Yeah. I agree. I just don't know why I finished it so fast." Christopher laughed. "You were intelligent. If I didn't have joked around then I would've passed it too. You know." Willie was thankful that Miles did acknowledge his presence yet. "Yeah. But then you didn't have find Moura either." Both laughed. "Hey Willie, my man." Lucas came out of the kitchen and hugged Willie. That was when Miles also lifted his eyes. Willie saw as soon as their eyes met, the look of terror masked Miles's face. "Hi Miles." Willie prope
It's been a week, and to be honest this week was so peaceful for the young blond. He was thankful that nothing happened in this whole month. Like usual he just has to go to school and when he come back home, he has to help Christopher with dinner and then he would eat and talk to his brother. It was a good routine. A healthy one actually. His bond with his friends also got better. All this because of one person, because Lucas Volkov is nowhere to be seen. In the past one-week Miles has never once encountered or seen Lucas and nothing can be better than this. He doesn't even desire to see him, nothing good happened when he saw him. Miles started taking the subway, he now knows the way to his school and doesn't hesitate to go to school all by himself. Well thanks to his friends specifically Min-Jae who once came with him to make him understand how easy it is. Miles thanked him and ever since he is going alone. He can feel the freedom and he can swear that this feeling is pretty good.
2 and half year ago. "Mr Volkov, how are you feeling today?" Said the lady dressed in mustard turtleneck. Her voice soft and welcoming. She soflty gazed her hand over Lucas's hair and smiled when Lucas's face broke into warm smile. "I'm Good." He replied. He saw his therapist giving him another warm smile in return. He likes it, the way she smiles, how she always smiles and never once gets irritated by him or shows an expression. "Three words again, that's a progress." She stretched her hand up for a high-five. Lucas took some time but then clapped it. "You?" Lucas asked. He saw the lady stopped turning pages and looked at him. He felt like he stepped a line or something. He lowered his eyes back to his lap. "Im good, great actually, happy." She smiled. "And you know why?" She asked. Lucas looked up, kept watching her and then darted his eyes off. "No." "Because of you, you make me happy." She replied and Lucas's face broke into another smile, this time even the teeth w
"Lucas Volkov, you have a visitor." The sentence alone was enough to fill his body with dread. He never felt all these feelings but now he understands how must it felt to Miles every time he ganged up to assassinate him. Since yesterday— after the court session— he couldn't get the desperate cries and the last glimpse of Miles's face put of his imagination. "Whu-Who is it?" He dared to asked. He wanted to know, he prayed it should be Christopher or James or anyone but not the lady. "You'll see. Now get your ass out here before i drag you out with a chain around your neck." The officer was not in a good mood, he never been. Lucas tried to test his luck, he was sure if the woman didn't come in last two days that means she won't be here today as well, he gave a last look to both his friends who were sitting in there corners not saying a word. "Hurty up!" And he was yanked by his arm resulting in hitting his elbow to the bar. "Put your hands out." The officer didn't even let h
It's very common to feel guilty or ashamed once you see the consequences of your doings, it's common to see people loosing their shit when they come to know ghat what they just did could coast him their life, but Josh isn't one of them. Here, among all these days knowing very well that it was him actually who was responsible for a death of an innocent being, he wasn't ashamed or guilty at all. "You don't feel it?" He turned to see Mortin standing behind him. He just came back meeting his brother and Josh knows what's coming. "Feel what?" He still had the nerve to ask. "The guilt, dread that you killed a human!" Mortin pushed him making his back hit the wall. "Keep you hands in control!" He took a dominant step forward and towered over Mortin. "Why? Huh? Why should i? You never kept your hand to your pocket, so why should i? I didn't do anything still here i am...... i lost everything because of you!!" He lounged forward and punched Josh on his face. Since the last hearin
Moura never left Lucas's side. He sat beside the bed where Lucas was sleeping. His hand in his hair, slowly moving in smooth circles, trying to calm down Lucas. "What's happening to you?" He slowly whispered. He can see Willie don't care what was happening here. He has cut himself off from this cell, from them. "I'm afraid to lose you, Luca." He saw Lucas felt uncomfortable for a bit so he stretched his hand back a little. His gaze however never left the males face. "Did you ever thought that what you do to other can come back to you as well? Did you guys ever believe in Karma?" Moura's looked back at Willie whose questioning gaze pierced his soul. "Like you guys ever thought that you can be vulnerable too, you can be afraid too?" He questioned again. "Willie, if you can't do—-" "How does it feel to be outnumbered and always afraid?" He cut Moura off. "I'm not outnumbered!" "You literally are sitting in jail and you are charged of murder. Still?" "I did not kill—-" "Y
Lucas was taken back to his cell. The officer practically threw him in the room making him bump to the ground and hiss slightly. "I never wanted to hate you, Lucas. But now i do..... more than you think. Your reason was all emotional but it was senseless and absurd." "I'm sorry." Lucas circled an arm around his own body. His shaking body started to feel numb. He had so much to talk to Christopher, but one glance at his pale sick face made everything worse. Christopher hate him......he said he never wanted to.....but he hate him now. Lucas expected a mock from Willie, a hand on his shoulder from Moura but nothing came. He dared to lift his head and look around, it isn't his cell, it's not the same cell where he was taken last time. This room is small, and doesn't even have a window, or a bed......there's nothing. It's an isolation cell. This made Lucas panic, he felt his heart beating so fast and his breathing was heavy as well. Too many memories got triggered. "Keep it down,
James was sitting in the living room. His hair longer than usual, his eyebrows knotted, his hands clutching a glass of water that Cal handed him a few minutes ago. "The medicine is till there, and you are still staring at the void." Cal's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "How's he now?" James asked Cal. "Still the same. Not even close to get back his consciousness. Doctor said, they'd have to keep him under observation for one more day." Cal replied settling beside James and bending forward to give him the medicines. "I don't get it. Why is all this—- i never wanted to come here, they went and—— I don't know what to even think." James huffed not actually knowing what should he do. "The first trial is in two days. Before that, Christopher was supposed to visit the jail, Lucas-ssi appealed to meet him before the court trial." Cal told him. "All of them are together. Millie will never get the Justice at their hands." James whispered slowly. "It's not what it look like.
Lucas's whole body felt frozen to the single spot. The mare voice of Zoye as soon as she entered the hall was enough to grip his toe and tie them to the ground. "I'm here to announce that Josh and his gang is arrested for bullying and killing Miles. Also, i have an arrest warrant Lucas Volkov, Min Moura, and Jung Wiallsome. Please, arrest them." These next words of Zoye pulled him out of his shock and initiated a state of panic in him. Everybody knows, everyone know......Christopher, James, every student.....all of them know now. He turned back to see Moura was as panicked as he was and he was as still as he was. His reputation was also at risk, the coach, the faculty of the school bullying students.......too bad. Then there's Willie, neither panicked nor reacting. His hands already in front of him, stretched for a police office to cuff him. Run, hide, run away or else.... Lucas's mind was a mess. He should run, getting caught by the police officer will only add more problems.
The car ride to the school was silent. No one said anything. Christopher was driving with James on the passenger seat, and Cal, Lucas, and Alicia in the back. Not a single words was exchanged between them. Once they reached school, Lucas lead them to the principal office. "Welcome, Mr. Theo." The principal shook hand with James and welcomed them all after. They sat down and the principal asked for juice. The ceremony started soon after. The great hall of the school was filled with people. Miles's picture was placed in the middle of the stage and it was surrounded by the flowers and bouquets. Many wishes were also placed by the students and his class fellows. Miles's name was written by the candles. He was honoured by praises and many prayers were asked in his name. The principal also acknowledged that Miles was the bright student and shared that he wished to see Miles grow in a great person he was. The hall was filled with claps and many of Miles's friend cried while talking a
James and Cal were sitting in the living room of Lucas's house. The owner of the house was busy cooking. The aroma of delicious food was revolving inside the house. "How are you feeling now?" Cal softly placed a hand over Lucas's hand and asked. "Burden." James whispered. "We should go back..... this city isn't for us." "Jammy—-" "Millie, must have felt like this also. Staying at somebody else's house, being all alone in this city....... He must have felt equally suffocated." James looked at Cal. His red eyes proving the amount of hurt he's feeling. "Millie loved Christopher, he was so close to him. And isn't just anybody....... You've seen him, he grew up in front of you. Christopher was Miles's soul mate, his best friend. Please stop burdening yourself from these thoughts." Cal didn't know what to do. Ever since Miles died, James has develop and unexplainable hatered towards Christopher. He doesn't even wants to see his face. Last night when Christopher dropped them here, a