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 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,
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
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
"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
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
Miles Theo, 20 year old cute innocent boy who came to Brooklyn to study. Only knows Christopher who is his best friend. Christopher Corbin, Miles's friend who love him more than anyone. Lucas Volkov, Christopher's friend who lives in the same building and had been Christopher's school fellow. Soon to be Miles's nightmare. "Yeah Chris, I just arrived." The petite blonde boy struggled to hold his phone, the purse and the suitcase all at once. "Give me the money so I can leave." The driver said annoyed and he gestured him to wait for a minute. "Chris call me again after 5 minutes, I need to pay for the ride and to take my luggage inside. I can't do that all at once." Miles said frustrated. "Bear, be very careful okay. Just give him 10 dollars not more than that. And keep me on the call. They can fool you..." Christopher wasn't able to come out of the phone or else he would have. "Chris I'm not a baby. I know how to handle the situations." Miles can't handle stress very well and r
“Ahhh. Fuck." Lucas groaned, making his elbows support his body to lift from the ground. "Ouch. That fucker did hit hard." He cursed. Looking around he knows he is already inside. "Ah shit. It still hurts like a bitch." It took him about good 10 minutes to get on his feet, he really went too loose on alcohol today."Ahh Christopher come on, at least buy yourself good, flavoured juice." He said annoyed as he found orange flavoured juice in the refrigerator. He still took a glass of milk and walked back to the living room. Getting comfortable on the couch, he switched on the TV to entertain himself till Christopher come back. "You, fucking, alcoholic. How many times did I tell you do not get tipsy to the point that you lose the track of ground. How many fucking times I told you to go to your own apartment when you are drunk." Christopher yelled as soon as he came inside. It's 5 in the evening, he left as early as he can. It still took him 45 minutes to get back home. "Hello to you
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