He stared at his watch as he wandered the street.
11:59 pm
He continuously stared at the expensive watch on his wrist. He looked up only to take the last sip from his bottle and threw the glass elsewhere. It didn't matter to him where it landed. He tripped over his own feet but caught his balance. He stood in front of a pile of dead leaves.
❝You only get one call.❞He nodded to his warden and dialed the number. The phone rang four times before someone picked up. A woman answered, her frail voice gave away her old age and she was talking to someone in the background.
"You can place that easel over there," She pointed to a far corner of the room.Mykel nodded as he moved the easel. Nef stood up and dusted off her hands right after giving herself a good stretch.
"Seven! Is that you?!" He heard his mother's voice coming from the kitchen. A beautiful aroma of freshly cooked vegetables and chicken filled the house, but he wasn't focused on his hunger. He was mainly heartbroken that Remi treated him like she did. Out of all the fights he's been in, no punch or bullet hurted more than that. "Yeah, ma! It's me!"
Seven glanced over his glass at the happy couple that stood across from him. He swirled the white wine around in his glass and moved his gaze to the large window beside him.The rain decorated the outside of the glass. But, inside everyone was protected from the storm that awaited them outside.
She slid off her heels after rested her body on the couch. She sat up and stretched her back, causing it to crack in the process.She crossed her legs and turned the television on with the remote that sat on the table. She flipped through every channel before stopping on an old movie probably from the nineties or eighties.
He woke up to the most obnoxious headache. His head was literally throbbing. He moved his arm to rub his head but something was keeping it down.He looked up to see that his hands were tied to a chair.He looked around the room, there was no one in it besides him. He struggled to ge
He dragged his feet as he made his way to the bus stop.A familiar car pulled up. "Bro, you need a ride?" Dario stuck his head out of the driver's side window. "You going to the wedding?" "No. I'm going home."
Seven opened his eyes, wondering what had just happened to him. He looked into another pair of big brown eyes staring down at him. "Remi?" He sat up. "I'm sorry for crashing your wedding. If he makes you happy then I don't care. I just want to see you happy." He grabbed her shoulders. "What is wrong with you?" She frowns.