Masuk151. MARLON Inside of me, it's like something just snaps, and it quickly follows with a tightening and choking feeling in my chest. One look into my eyes and Maybelline can tell that I may just pass out, so she comes and puts her hands under my arm, the way she used to do when we were younger. Now, it's almost useless, I'm way taller than her, and my weight can crush her, but she never really cares. I'm still her baby brother. "Marlon, breathe," she tells me in a gentle voice. "I'm breathing," I lie, but my voice is hardly mine. "No, you're not. Don't you dare pass out right now," she warns. "I'm not going to pass out," I tell her. "In fact, why do I care? Hell, it's time everyone knows the truth. I fuck boys, and so what?" She looks at William and Luther, as if to confirm if they have noticed the fact that I have gone crazy. "No, that's not going to happen. You deserve to come out on your own terms," she tells me. "Let's call Dad, okay? He will know what to do." "No, not Da
150. LUTHER I know he is angry, and it's all because of the marriage proposal thing that he said earlier. We never got to actually talk about it, because my life started to move downhill right afterwards, and I kind of went AWOL on me. He is ranting, exchanging hot words with his sister and best friend, while my heart gets heavier and heavier. It's all my fault. I was avoiding him, and now he is all hurt because of it. "Hey, Marlon, you need to calm down," I finally chime in, in a small voice, but immediately recoil when he glares at me. "Hey you, no one asked you! You better stand there and shut the fuck up!" He yells at me, making me blink in shock. He has never spoken to me like this. "Hey, don't talk to him like that!" Maybelline stands between us. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" William puts his hand on Marlon's shoulders, telling him to chill, but Marlon shrugs him off violently. "What's this about? When will someone start talking?!" He yells. "Did you tell them, Lut
149. LUTHER To my greatest surprise, she nods, causing my eyes to widen. "She did?" My voice goes up and down. "What did she say to you?" Maybelline shrugs, like it's not a big deal. "Nothing serious, she was just really upset that Marlon stood her up. I knew he would never agree to take her to prom. I was tempted to tell her not to get her hopes up, but Marlon wouldn't let me. Everyone has just been acting strange since prom night, I don't understand..." I reach out to take her hand, and I give it a little squeeze. "You are sure that she never said anything else? Please, even the smallest detail would mean the world to me." Maybelline eyes squint, but she shakes her head negatively. "Is everything alright, Luther? Is there something you are not telling me?" I exhale, pushing the food away to the side. "Can I borrow your phone?" "My phone?" "I need to call William, it's very important." She looks down, her lips folded, and I imagine that she is trying to come up with a lie, b
148. LUTHER I sit in the confinement for another six hours, too angry to even drink the water that they brought to me. This was a meticulous plan, because they know that I don't have the money to leave this place. How long do they intend to keep me here? I don't have fifty thousand dollars lying around, and I need to get out here to help mum..."Hey," I stand up, clutching the metal rods. "I want to make my phone call now!" The Officer, who has been patiently waiting around me, walks to me with a wicked smirk on his face. "Is that so? Have you suddenly gotten the money to pay for the bail?" "It's my right to make a phone call," I tell him. "It's not your business if I have gotten the money or not." ****I don't have a long list of emergency contacts to phone whenever I get into trouble, in fact I know I have to be at the edge of death before I call Marlon to help me, but I decided to call someone else. Maybelline. It's quite an inconvenience to call her with my problems, but
147. LUTHER The feeling of standing at a crossroad. I feel like I could split myself into two halves, so that I can use one part to look for my mother, and the second to look for Bernice. Bernice still hasn't been found, and she also hasn't said anything, and that's the scariest part. I can't even sit still in my house, and yet I'm so lost on what to do. I don't expect for the door bell to chime, but it brings about great relief for me. William has definitely found one person, and he has brought some good news for me. As I rush in to answer the door, my excitement goes down the drain when I see that it's just an unknown man. He is in a beige jacket and black trousers. Definitely not in a police uniform, but I can definitely tell that he is a cop. "Luther Wayne?" He asks. "Yeah?" Something tingles in the back of my head. "My name is officer –" Bang! I shut the door straight in his face and started to back away into the house, hearing my heart thumping like a drum in my ches
146. JANAE "Good morning, Mrs Cooper," a cup of coffee so strong that the smell hits my nose as they set it on the table. I sit up, rubbing my eyes as I look from my left to my right. I didn't sleep a wink, so that means that I look and feel like shit. "My son..." My charred lips move. "Like I said, an officer will visit him this morning. We have a lot to do, Mrs Cooper, so let's get into it." They are not as friendly as they were yesterday, but that's not even the most bothersome part of this entire thing. I finally sit down, and raise the coffee to my lips. They are both seated facing towards me, flipping through the huge files in front of me. "So, Mrs Cooper, we will start by reading your rights..." He goes on reciting the vomit-inducing statement, before flipping through some pages again. "Okay, so, can we go at this head first? You can start by telling us about the secret accounts you stashed the money away in." My hands spread on the table, palms facing up. "What fucki
LUTHER I clear my throat and walk to my seat, which is just next to Bernice's. She has tossed the expensive bouquet of flowers from the table, but the cake is so nice that she can't bring herself to throw it. She moves it to the very edge of her table, and brings out her makeup kit to retouch he
LUTHER I'm boiling with rage because I am being forced to clean up the hallway while the rest of my mates are in their classes, receiving lessons. Why did Marlon do something like this to me? He didn't have to, he knew that it was a mistake, but he turned it into a whole other thing. My arm star
LUTHER Everyone stops to stare, and their eyes on me feels like I'm trying to balance a boulder on my shoulders. Marlon’s eyes are piercing, and full of so much hate for me. I can't believe that was the jealous mother fucker that pulled me out of another date just days ago. We are right there in
LUTHER On one of those quiet school afternoons, everyone is seated around the rink and watching the shirtless players. The coach is punishing them for what he called “Sloppy teamwork” in the home exhibition played against another team last week. He has punished them by making them practice witho







