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My Dad's Friend: 60

«Jarvis Point of View»   The next day, I was able to regain myself and I found myself sitting beside Levi on a couch, body leaned down, head lowered and hands joined in front of me while our parents were sitting opposite of us, just staring.   Yeah, Mom was discharged last night and had invited us over to have the talk I was trying so hard to avoid, wishing and praying for it to never happen but here we were, while my prayers and wishes fell on deaf ears, made me wonder if anyone was up there to listen to my rant.   The quietness was nearly deafening. I could count the minutes that had passed and it was fidgeting, nerve-wracking as I continuously rubbed my palms together and the sound of the clock ticking against the wall was even more annoying, I never knew it was that loud or I have never noticed before but suddenly, Dad cleared his throat and my skin nearly left me as I jerked startled and from the corner of my eyes,
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My Dad's Friend: 61

JARVIS POINT OF VIEW    The two days, I landed in Canada, Toronto. With a bag hanging on my shoulder, my head hidden beneath and my hands tucked into the pockets of my sweater, I walked out from the airport and got a cap, instantly giving him my address and he drove off while I was trying so hard not to panic.    This was not how I expected to visit Tristan home, this couldn’t even be considered a visit.    The car moved for an hour or so before it stopped in front of a hospital parking lot and I got out and just stared at the entrance and seconds later, I decided to see for myself. I asked the lady at the desk for directions before heading towards room 105, checking the numbers written at the top of the doors till I finally came to a stop in front of room 105. My heart nearly flee out from my chest
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My Dad's Friend: 62

Jarvis Point Of View  "Kid" A voice called over my ears and I turned on the other side, groaning, wanting whoever it was to go away. "Jarvis, Levi is here" Almost instantly, my eyes shot opened and stared around rapidly but found no Levi in sight but a grumpy Sean, staring down at me unimpressed. I pouted."You know Levi" "Personally, No. Didn't care to find out who" he blurted, his expression cold and I crossed my hands over my chest. "You're so blunt, how do Tristan put up with you", I growled and he shrugged. "I wonder too," he thought out loud and I stared at him weirdly but he grabbed the back of my sweater and pulled me up from the chair. "Your shift is over, go eat" he took over the seat. I sighed, my eyes sadly moving to Tristan's still bloodless face. It had been more than two weeks already and still no sign of life though he move
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My Dad's Friend: 63

Jarvis Point Of View  From the corner of the room, I stole a glance at a calm looking Sean, it was like the ordeal with Mr. Dan two hours ago never took place but he appeared colder as he stared blankly at Tristan’s face, it made him look so unapproachable which was the reason why I wasn’t blabbering questions yet. He had a daughter? He was still part of the Mafia, I thought he left that life behind? He knew how Tristan’s mother died? He had a disgusting past with Tristan’s Dad? Who was Mr. Dan, was he all that he claimed. Why didn’t he wish for his son to be happy? I suddenly cringed when thoughts of Sean and Mr. Dan being together penetrated my mind. That was repulsing, sickening. And just when I thought I would die from this awkward atmosphere, the door opened and a cheery
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My Dad's Friend: 64

Jarvis Pov  Patiently, we sat waiting in a little restaurant. I sighed for the nth time since we arrived and popped my elbow on the table and my chin to my palm and blew hot air out my mouth. “Are you tired, Jarvis?” My eyes glanced up at the voice, found Sean going through his phone. I frowned. “Are you kidding me, we have been here for almost an hour” “Don’t you have a phone, call Levi, or play a game” he voiced without looking up at me. I pouted my lips. “Levi has been avoiding me, I plan to give him a piece of my mind when I return. I’m gonna beat the shit out from him” I breathed out. “I miss LA”More like I miss Levi. Sean nodded. “She will be here, patience is a virtue I heard” “Right now it isn’t. Can’t we just
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My Dad's Friend: 65

Tristan's Point of View  I gawked at the nurse inscrutably, watched as she wrote on her chart after evaluating my body. Why? "Just a few more days and you're good to go" she cinched and I returned with a tiny smile and staved off my gaze to my hands, fondling with them. I was in a hospital, why? Soon, I heard the sound of the door opening and I lifted my head and found a doctor ambling in with a vast smile on his face. Why? "Good to have you here with us again, Kid", he expressed, now standing beside my bed. "How do you feel?" "Lost, empty" I mumbled. I watched as the doctor nodded. "You have been in a coma for a few weeks. Am gonna ask you a few questions and you must answer me, got it?" He inquired and I nodded. "What's your name?" Why was he asking me that? "Tristan." I retorted anyway. That was my name, right?&nbs
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My Dad's Friend: 66

Jarvis Point of View  My gaze flickered between the laptop screen and his face, also taking some time to admire the way his finger moved fastly on the keys without missing any Alphabet or number while his eyes were set on the screen. With a frustrated sigh, I slammed the laptop shut on his fingers, and he groaned out from the pain, shutting his eyes. Served him right! "Don't you have better things to do, like find a job!" He snapped at me, his brown orbs boring through my face. I pouted and crossed my hands over my chest. "I want to move in with you" "No!" He instantly declined and my lips parted in tremor. "Do you don't mean that?!" "Yes, I do" Levi sighed, rubbing his forehead for a second. "Look Jarvis, just because I turned out to be adopted doesn't mean we can be together, I am still your brother" "I don't have a brother
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My Dad's Friend: 67

JARVIS'S POINT OF VIEW   "How many fingers am I holding up?"  The doctor queried, holding up his hand. I ogled at it blinkingly. "Five," I reacted and he nodded before stepping away and I finally glimpsed at the police officers posing at the corner, loitering patiently while my parents were on the other side of my bed and Levi was resting at the wall, his hands crossed over his chest, his face was expressionless. Bloody bastard, it was his fault I got shot by some crazy woman. The officers then walked over. "We'll like to ask you some questions now that you're vigilant," one of them began and I nodded. "From what we got from your brother, you were once charged at?" He implored and I nodded. "Did you ever see the person's face?" I shook my head. "No" "How about last night, do you know the person that shot you?" I shook my head ag
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My Dad's Friend: 68

JARVIS'S POINT OF VIEW   Slowly, my eyes fluttered open but it was cloudy, a complete fog, I could scarcely see a thing while my head thumped and intense pain shot through me from my neck. What was wrong with me? I attempted lifting my hands but something heaved them down and my legs felt hefty. Unexpectedly, the sound of heels slamming on against the floor attained my ears, getting closer. "who's there?" I called out softly but the heels continued. I tried reeling my head but felt stuck, I couldn't move. "Who's there?" My voice came out fragile, vulnerable but still did receive any response, I decided to lay still and stared at the white ceiling with my cloudy gaze till a blurry veiled face materialized before my sight. The person held up with an injection. "What's that?" I questioned tiredly, my eyes flickering shut but I managed to keep them open, the
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My Dad's Friend: 69

JARVIS POINT OF VIEW   I curled up my knees to my chest, disregarding the pungent pain from my thigh, rolled in a white bandage, fresh blood already drenching it, it had been only two hours since the nurse changed and it was already ruddy.  Maybe because I was fretting and emphasizing it too much, dismissing the continuous warning of the doctor to keep the leg stretched, even with the red flag of disability over my head, I couldn't stop myself from toiling, fussing, fearing. I wrapped my arms around my legs, hugging them close to my chest. I could feel fear squirming through my veins, anxiety, I twitched internally. I could feel my eyes trying to flutter shut every chance they get but I struggled to keep them open, soldered to the door, waiting, anticipating it to open any time soon. It had been more than twenty-four hours already, what was taking them so long to get he
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