Novels by williamc897113

Jonathan's POV As we lifted him into the car, I couldn't help but sob seeing how helpless he looked.The leather seat beneath me was soaked with blood.My son's blood.For one terrifying second, I couldn't make myself look down. I couldn't force my eyes to acknowledge what his hands already knew.Carlos was dying.“No…”The word escaped me as a broken whisper.The city lights flashed through the tinted windows of the speeding SUV, painting the interior in brief streaks of white and gold. Every few seconds, another streetlamp illuminated Carlos's pale face before darkness swallowed him again.I tightened my grip around Carlos. Especially the injury where John had tied earlier.“Carlos.” I called, but there was no response.I hated this. Myself, I hated myself more. I've not been a good father.“How’s he doing at the back sir?” John inquired, his eyes burning with intense concern.“Not good.” I replied sincerely.His heart nearly stopped.“Carlos!”His head lolled against my chest, whi

Travis I fell out of Fester's trunk. I crawled my way into it when he wasn't looking.He stopped at the scene of the accident and went to take a look at the sight.While he was watching the damaged car, I knew that was my only chance to get out of here.I had no idea he drove into a hospital.—The wheels of the wheelchair squeaked against the hospital floor as the nurse pushed me down the hallway.Everything around me moved too quickly.Doctors hurried past with serious expressions. Nurses carried trays of medicine. Machines beeped from rooms on either side of the corridor.I could hear people talking, but their voices sounded distant, almost muffled.My head was still spinning.“Where are you taking me?” I asked.“To the emergency room,” the nurse answered. “We need to check your injuries.”“I don't need—”I stopped myself.The truth was, I didn't even know what I needed.My body was screaming at me to stop pretending I was fine.I looked down at my hands.They were trembling.The

Travis The car drove to a stop just behind the crashed vehicle.It was Mr. Alvarez's car—A black SUV.My heart stopped as his door flew open.I hid behind the tree and watched.He got out of the car, along with his bodyguard, while his driver sat still in the car.“Whose car is it?” He asked as he got closer to observe the damaged car.The bodyguard walked around to take a closer look. And that was when he saw the body that was good as lifeless on the floor.“Sir…” his bodyguard called his attention.I closed my eyes tight, knowing what the bodyguard was going to say.“What is it?” Mr. Alvarez asked, looking impatient.“It’s your son.”For a brief moment, relief was standing to come upon me that someone was here who could help Carlos.But that relief disappeared almost immediately when I saw the look on Mr. Alvarez's face.He wasn't simply worried.He looked terrified.He stepped toward the wrecked car, then stopped.His eyes widened.“No…”The word came out almost like a whisper.Hi

Travis The last thing I remembered was Carlos's hands.They were still around me, still fighting to keep me from breaking free, and I was still fighting back with everything I had. My lungs burned. My throat felt like it was closing up. I couldn't think clearly anymore.And then, the sound of a crash appeared. The sound that ripped through everything.Metal screamed and glass exploded.The car lurched forward so violently that my body was thrown against the seat. My face was buried in the safety pillow, but not before I got hit on my head by something. And for a moment, there was nothing.No sound. No pain. Nothing.Then my consciousness came back like merging pieces of a broken glass.First came the ringing in my ears.Then the taste of blood.Then the pain.God!The pain was quite unbearable.A sharp throbbing sensation that exploded through my skull. My chest felt as though someone had dropped a concrete block on it. My ribs screamed every time I tried to breathe, and my neck refu

TravisThe hum of the engine was the only thing keeping the silence from turning into a full-blown interrogation.I kept my hands locked on the steering wheel, my knuckles tight.I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, and maybe knock Carlos to sleep too.I keep getting this weird feeling and I don't like it.Carlos sat in the passenger’s seat, leaning back, his eyes half-closed, looking for all the world like a man who had just begun to see the world for what it truly is.“So…what is my uncle like?” He finally decided to break the lasting silence.How I’d have loved to maintain that moment of silence.“He’s good.” My voice sounded thin to my own ears. I knew I was definitely lying. I don't know anything about his uncle.“You don't have to lie to me, I know who Dayton is.” He sounded boastful.“You didn't have to ask if you knew him so well.”Carlos grunted in response.“Wait a sec, I haven't even seen what you look like?” He started while scrolling through his phone. “My unc

Travis' The punch by Fester was only the beginning. It had triggered an unquenchable fury within Mr. Alvarez.He didn't fail to return his own punch, aiming for Fester's jugular. However, the blow hit his chin.In a blink of an eye, both men were throwing punches to see who was the greatest.I wonder if I should keep watching or I should use the moment to just escape instead.I began taking a few steps backwards to slip away from sight.“Ugh!” Fester groaned, leaning forward and holding onto his crotch. That was freaking nasty.How could Mr. Alvarez hit on his own brother's balls?Fester was whining about it. It must have hurt that much, I can imagine.I was hit once there too when I was in high school. By a ball, not a boy. I rolled my eyes.I had just taken a step out of the door when he voiced, “where do you think you're going?”“Mr. Alvarez…”“What?” Both men retorted with an angry gaze and glanced at each other.That's right, they're both Alvarez's. How could I have missed tha