Father yanked my hand away from the wound with a ferocious grip.
"Adrian." He gave me a cold stare, the kind that made me cringe every time. "I told you not to get into a fight. Even though you're still a child, you act like a gangster. What do you want to do with your life in the future?"
I don't want to get into a debate. What's wrong with beating up four hoodlums from the school when they insult Alfred?
My brother .... Alfred is smart, nice, and cowardly. When the school hoodlums used him as a toy, he never fought back. Isn't that why it's my responsibility as a guy to defend him?
"Wait outside the school next time you want to bash someone up." As he winked at me, Dad grinned slightly.
In Glendale, he's the best dad. He constantly looked after me, Alfred, Kim, and Mother, despite his frail appearance. The father who knows me best can always bring a grin to my face, like he is doing right now.
"What if the girls hate me because of this wound?" I asked, wanting to hold the wound but being unable to do so because he was staring at me.
Dad's chuckle was crisp, and he spoke with his eyes fixed on the road. "After seeing the wound, they will fall in love with you. Believe me. Don't be depressed. A man's wound serves as a trophy. Don't be embarrassed if you get a scratch."
The sound of police sirens interrupted our conversation. A police car, as seen in the rearview mirror, flashed its lights on and off. The patrol sedan passed. The left turn signal flashed, indicating that we should pull over.
Mr. Dohl Downson exited the police car. His stocky body was wrapped in a thick black police jacket. The police hat kept the slightly hairy head covered. In my opinion, it's a cool look. He coaxed Dad out of the car with a friendly smile.
"Wait here," Dad said as he closed the driver's door tightly from the outside. He rubbed his palms next to the car, opposite Mr Downson.
I didn't mean to listen in, but their conversation was loud enough that I could hear it from inside the car.
Mr Downson's voice rose and fell as he said, "I told you not to go out at night."
"I'm sorry, I just drove Ad to the hospital after he 'did it' again." I'm not sure why Dad smiled at me; perhaps he was proud?
Mr. Downson laughed heartily as he narrowed his eyes at me. "Boys must fight to become men." He turned to smile at Dad.
Mr. Dohl has always been like that to me. He also taught me how to fight.
"So, what is it?" Dad asked as he hugged himself. "Can we talk at home?" he asked, his mouth dripping with dew.
"Well, I believe it is better here." Mr. Dohl's body twitched slightly as he looked around before speaking quietly. "The Mancini family was informed of your whereabouts."
Father immediately tensed to the point of lowering his voice. "Who shattered the tea?"
"I'm not sure. Get your family out of Glendale as soon as possible."
Before Dad could respond, they were distracted by the sound of a Camaro approaching from behind.
Mr. Downson's face blanched to death. He attempted to draw the gun from the holster on his belt, but failed because the holster was locked.
An old Camaro drove right by us. Two black men in the car were armed with uzis.
"Adrian lower your head!" Dad gave the order while watching the speed of the strange car that was leaning against the car door, attempting to be a fortress to protect me.
As a hail of bullets pierced my eardrums, I looked down. My father's frantic voice called out to me.
I shouted back. "Father!"
All of this came to an end with the sound of car tires screeching fast.
It all happened so quickly. Everything was as silent as a grave when I opened my eyes.
The body of the father is leaning against the car door. Slowly, he leaned back into the car, his mouth over his eyes. Without that head power, I'm so sluggish. Fresh red blood flowed from the mouth to the only white eyeballs. Dad didn't move or respond to my calls. His body was stiff as ice.
My entire body immediately broke out in cold sweat. I had no choice but to cry silently. As I pushed Dad's cheek, my mouth became sticky. The desire only caused face to move lifelessly, like a mango dangling from a tree.
"Father, wake up...Father!"
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[POV: Adrian] ------- "Father!" As I sat on the bed, I opened my eyes to see sunlight streaming in through the window and striking the silver cabinet at the far end of the hardwood-floored room. My shirt became wet as cold sweat soaked all over my body. I massaged my brow slowly, attempting to relax. Why did that dream resurface? Dream about an incident from nearly sixteen years ago. The girl beside me jerked up and sat up. She kissed me on the shoulder. My earlobe was greeted by warm breath. Her voice was spoiled as she mumbled, "What's the matter, honey? Why are you call your father?" "There isn't anything, sweetie." I lifted her slim arms from my stomach, kissed her forehead gently, and climbed out of bed. "Where are you going?" she inquired. "I have to attend college." I walked into t
[POV Adrian] ----- I opened the door to my apartment room and greeted a sexy girl who was standing in front of it. I gave that angel my trademark smile. "Good morning, lovely." She looks stunning in an olive blouse and a black vest jacket with thick fur in the middle. The sweet little eyes with light amber studs followed me until they came to a halt at the only part of my body that was covered by the cloth. Her thin, sensual lips twitched with a small chuckle. She brushed her wavy blonde hair back, allowing her thin face to shine through. "Are you serious?" she sarcastically inquired. I kept an eye on my body. "I'm sorry, I forgot to put on clothes." She stormed into the kitchen as if it were her own apartment. "I can't come here every day to wake you up!" I followed her out and shut the door. She is Estefany Reine, daughter of a friend of my late father. Fany understands me better than
[POV Fany] ----- Despite the fact that they were brothers, their attitudes were opposite. Adrian is immature, whereas Alfred is more mature. This must be difficult for Alfred. Melisa is the only daughter of the office's largest shareholder, according to what I've heard. If this engagement fails, Al's career as CEO may be jeopardized. Melisa, who was sitting on the bar stool, got a glass of orange juice and a plate of fried eggs shoved in her face. "Come on, let's start with breakfast." Melissa gave me a stern look. I don't like how she appears. Melisa spoke up "You came to our engagement party last night to sabotage it. You've arrived to bring Alfred here." Of course, I shook my head because I'm not a spoiled brat. I went to their event last night solely to say goodbye to Alfred. I attempted to persuade her by providing relevant reasons. "Melisa, every morning I come here to wake Adrian and we go to campus together. The
[POV Fany] ----- I clean the apartment by myself. All of this became a part of my daily routine. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out. "Are you prepared for college?" Adrian's style drew the collar of a white shirt, clothes that clung to the body's curves. Swooping black brows that swoop up and down. He took his favorite black leather jacket and an empty sling bag out of the apartment, the black bag he used to carry everywhere. "We need to hurry or we'll be late. I'll be in the car waiting for you." Oh my God, he's the one who caused me to be late! I went out and locked the door after finishing tidying up. "As usual, huh?" enquired a veiled girl as she locked her door. "Yep, that's my routine." She is a devout Muslim who has repeatedly resisted Adrian's advances. I've never seen her in revealing clothing because her religion forbids it. She expressed herself politely. "Stay
[POV Adrian] ----- If this car wasn't whining, it would have taken about five hours to get from UCLA to Glendale. "Can we stop by the convenience store?" Fany inquired. "I'd like to buy something." "Would you like to purchase pampers?" I had to tease, I couldn't help myself. She gave a curt response. "Put up your hands. I'd like to purchase some toiletries and fruit for Aunt Nicole." I turned around and entered the crowded parking lot of the minimarket. As a result, I got a parking spot quite far from the minimarket's entrance. Fortunately, Fany did not object; perhaps she was in too much of a hurry. I grabbed her arm before she came out. "What is it?" she inquired. "Look over there," I said, pointing to the convenience store. Many Mexican men had gathered in front of the convenience store; it was unclear what they were doing. They have tattoos and are holding liquor bottles. It's not yet
[POV Adrian] ----- I beat the bald man until he collapsed to the ground. His friends swarmed him like ants. "Enough Ad, stop it!" asked Fany. "They should apologize to you. "No one should insult you," I said, stroking Fany's soft porcelain cheek with the back of my finger. "There's no need; what matters is that you're okay." This kind of attention melts my heart every time. I spun around to face the demons. "Come on, admit you offended my girl." His pals were about to launch an assault. I kicked one of them. I stepped forward to keep Fany safe from lecherous men. They're in a panic. One of them drew a penknife from his pocket. It's not good, because I'm unarmed, and fighting might injure me. Fortunately, the sound of police car sirens stopped them. The police car came to a halt on the side of the road. In a relaxed tone, the officer in the front seat greeted us. "Is everything all right t
[POV Fany] ----- The scent of cedar wood. The living room has a squeaky floor. Wall made of drab wood. Every step into the Beneds' house brings back memories. My steps ceased. Behind the long sofa is a special spot where I blew my first kiss. Oh, those memories that make my heart skip a beat. Oh my goodness, why am I even thinking about it? There are far more important things to consider. My path takes me to the dining room. Alfred sat on the steps, limply leaning against the wall, and raised three fingers to greet me. While Aunt rose from her dining chair to greet me. "Fany. Let's take a seat first." Her skin is sagging, and his black hair is being replaced by gray hair. The rest of the beauty, however, was painted on his thin face. While kissing her cheek, I placed the plastic-filled fruit on the empty chair. "Where is Adrian?" she ask. "Perhaps he's fucking the neighbor's girl," Kimberly specu
[POV Fany] ----- "Next door neighbor came home," Kim explained. Adrian rose from his seat after a long period of silence. "Where are you going, Adrian?" Auntie inquired. "We're looking for the wind." Alfred left without saying goodbye and went to the second floor. Auntie. All because of my presence on the night of the engagement. What on earth was I thinking? "I appreciate you looking after Adrian," she said. "He must have bothered you." "It's fine." "I'm perplexed about Adrian. He's been out of control since his father left. You are free to leave him if you so desire." "What exactly do you mean, Auntie?" "Adrian may not be able to change, but he will always be your burden. Now is the time for you to depart." "No, Adrian is a good man; he just hasn't found his calling in life. I'm sure he'll be a different person when he has a goal." Aunt gave a shaky nod. "I don't want to