تسجيل الدخول153. MARLON "Fuck," my eyes close and my hands goes over my head. That explains a whole lot. Nancy Huston is right in the middle of this. She is the reason why the people Janae has been running from have suddenly caught up to her? What happened between Nancy and Janae? I know this doesn't have anything to do with Luther, Bernice, and I, because from what Luther said, Janae disappeared right before he just got back home from prom night. That was too fast. Whatever Nancy was plotting against Janae was already in motion before that. But again, Luther has never told me about any problems between his mother and Nancy Huston. I mean, I don't think he even knows about it! If he had suspected Nancy, that would have been a piece of information that he would have shared with me..Preston stops chewing, so that his confused eyes follow my face, and then with a sigh, he decides to clear my confusion. "I guess you want to hear the entire story," he clasps his hands together. "I was at a ba
152. MARLON His lips are slightly parted as he breathes so heavily. Was he scared because he almost died, or because he had to run all the way here, from god-knows-where? My hands are still on the steering wheel as I stare intensely at this man, like he is supposed to be a ghost. "Heyy," he raises both of his hands, asking me to calm down, because he thinks I will run over him. "I know you don't know me, but my name is Preston Cooper." "I know who you are," I say with unblinking eyes. A small smile creeps on his face as he lowers his hands to his side. "Is that so? Then that saves both of us a whole lot of trouble. I think you and I need to talk." ****Is this a good idea? No. I'm supposed to go back home to tell my Dad that Janae has been arrested, and he needs to intervene before she gets moved out of Densberry, into a maximum security prison, but here I am. Sitting across from my boyfriend's father, in an almost empty diner. I haven't ordered anything for myself, but Presto
151. 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
MARLON Luther's phone call has caused something to settle in the pit of my stomach. I somehow knew that something was up with Bernice, but I sure as hell didn't even consider the fact that she would do something as wicked as this. Collins’ entire family has turned on him, even though they are
LUTHER I don't know why she would think that her wicked secrets are safe with me, but she opened her mouth and started to speak. The things she told me made me so uncomfortable that I felt myself almost turn into stone in her chair….I knew that has always been some sort of wickedness to Bernice
LUTHER “Oh my God, Luther.” My mother has her hands pressed against her face. She looks traumatized by everything I have just told her about the Bernice and Collins case. We are both sitting in the living room, the fireplace crackling because I just threw him some good woods like a few minute
MARLON Even though it's supposed to be something very private between her and her mother, Bernice has asked me to stay in the hospital room with her, while the doctor reads out the report of their examination. “Yes, Miss Hudson's body is covered in scratch marks by seventy percent, some concernin







