It was a dark day, dark clouds surrounding the dim sky of the evening, making the whole environment more and more dangerous. In that weather, a small 9 year old was sitting beside the window, holding the bars of it like his life depends on it. His mind was still stuck, what happened few hours ago has shaken him to the core. "Lucas, I won't let anyone hurt you either." His heartbeat fastened. He killed a person, the generous male just got killed because Lucas asked him to protect him. He made him stand up to his father. "Uncle, Luccie is sorry. I didn't know.......I'm sorry." Lucas cried silently. If only he had stayed in his room, Paul would've been alive, and he wouldn't have been staying here alone. It felt like the sky was also sad on poor boy's miseries. The cloud roared angrily at his sorrows. It felt like the small amount of anger Lucas had his heart. Lucas flinched when the thunder roared. He didn't let go of the bars as there was nothing else to hold on to. The room
Lucas woke up with a jerk. His heavy breathing and sweaty face were the proof of how traumatic his past has been. It's very common for him to have such dreams. He was gritting his teeth tightly, his jaw clenched so hard that he felt his teeth might break. It's so fucking hurting that he has to live all that time over and over again. Placing a hand at his racing heart, he wiped the sweat but why is his eyes stinging? And just then a drop of water fell over the back of his palm. "How many times do i have to bear the torment?" He whispered to himself. He was angry at his body who reacts the exact same way every time that happens. He wiped his eyes harshly and turned to see the time. 2:45 am. There's nothing he can do about it. It's so early to wake up or do anything. He wished to lie down and sleep again but he was troubled sleeping, making a wish he closes his eyes again and he was lucky that he fell asleep. ~~~~~~
Morning rays shined waking the four sleepyheads. Alicia was first one to wake up. And right after that a loud scream made the male sleeping beside her wake up with a jump. "Oh my God!" Alicia yelled. "What the—what happened?" Christopher asked her. "Look at the time." She pointed at the wall clock. "What the hell.... Alicia, you could watch the time just fine. You don't have to shout like this." Christopher replied with his eyes half closed and fell back on his pillow to get some more sleep. To his bad luck his eyes were shot open when he got a slap on his butt. "I was supposed to leave at 6 in the morning. Mom asked me to be home on time. And I'm waking up at 9. I'm late just because of you." She half yelled making Christopher to look at her. "Because of me? How am I responsible for it? I asked you last night to set an alarm and you said you did." Christopher defended himself. "I did. You were hugging me so close that i turned the alarm off thinking I'll just wake up in
Miles was unable to walk so Lucas picked him in his arms and he and Christopher moved up to the apartment. "My mouth tastes so bad." Miles pouted. His eyes closed and his index finger lingering around his lips. "How the hell did he drink?" Lucas looked back at Christopher, more like glared. He has seen Miles in many states, but this is the most vulnerable state Miles ever had. "He accident dropped juice on me, i went to take the tissues and when i came back he had cleared the two shots that were left in my order." Christopher explained even showing where the juice stain was. "This does not seem like the effect of two shots." Lucas said as Christopher walked forward to open the door. "I didn't say he only had 2 shots. Your sorry ass also left his shots there on the table. He at least had 8 shots of bourbon. And Millie is lightheaded for drinking. He doesn't handle alcohol very well." Christopher replied. Lucas stepped in and went straight to the couch to settle whinny Miles th
Christopher was in the living room, sitting on the couch with laptop over his lap and he was focused on the laptop screen. His hands typing on the laptop with full speed. The ding of his phone's made him dart his eyes off the laptop screen. He looked at the message and it was Lucas telling him that he might get late so he shouldn't wait for him at dinner today. At first it was a bit suspicious for him but then he let it slip thinking Lucas must have plan with Willie and Moura. Replying to his message Christopher got back to his work. He was just about to complete the report that he has to send to Lee today. Alicia told him to be extra careful while working because Lee wants the final year report to be flawless. Christopher is a hardworking employee, and he believes in working to his full potential. He planned to finish it right now and then after dinner he'd give it a read and them send it to Lee. "Ouff." Cracking his knuckles, he snapped his neck as sitting for three hours st
He washed up, changed his clothes and went out to see Christopher sitting in the living room, busy with his phone. "Let's go." "Yeah." Christopher stood up had his car keys with him and both boys left the apartment. Christopher didn't say anything about Miles getting drunk and all, they talked, listened to music and in no time, they were at the convenience store. "Come on, take whatever you like to eat okay. I'd go to the vegetable section and take some veggies." Handing the basket to Miles, Christopher left. Miles looked around and saw that it's quiet bigger convenience store than the one that is near their house. He looked around and added things in the basket that he thought Christopher would like to eat. He was done in no time and right then Christopher also came back. He had a small paper bag in his hand that he put in his pocket. "I've added things that I thought you'd like. You can change if you don't like them." Miles gave the basket back to Christopher. "What have y
Lucas woke up at the couch again, but this time the couch isn't his. He looked around, the light from the open kitchen window is illuminating the living room. He groaned while sitting up. Tapping his hand all over the couch to get his phone in his hand, he finally found it. 6:55 am. It's still early. He dropped back on the couch. But right then he sat up again. "Where the hell am i?" Looking around at his surrounding, Lucas saw the familiar building. He stayed at Moura's place last night. He doesn’t even remember when he slept but he just spend the night there. Standing up he made way to Moura's room and knocked. There was no reply, so he knocked again. "Wake up, sleepy heads." "Ah, you are so loud, so early in the morning." Willie replied in a sleepy voice as soon as he opened the door for him. "We got school today; I'm heading home and you two also get your asses off bed now." Lucas slapped Moura's butt who was lying on his side, sleeping soundly. "Yahh!!" Glaring at Luc
Miles has successfully dodged Lucas till now, and he wishes that he should till the end of the day and the other day and the other and as much as he can. He's thankful to Robin who saw Willie and told him right away giving him time to flee from there. He's good now, out of people's eyes. He breathed in relief that the gym class will soon be over, and he'd be good to go for the rest of the day. "We'll never get free~ Lamb to the slaughter~ What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?~ Hi there, little lamb." Miles flinched as soon as he heard the first sentence, but he didn't get too much time to react as he was grabbed by both of his arms immediately. "Let go of me." And here forgot, it's not just Lucas, there are other monsters too. "Come on, I'm not that bad looking that you have to flee every time you see me." Josh pouted, skipping close to Miles's face. "Look at you, still trying to run away." "Please, I didn't do anything this time." Miles pleaded. History is t
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