LOGIN162. LUTHER I'm in my room, sitting in the darkness since I have pulled down all the curtains and shut the door. That's when I hear the gentle roar of a car engine, and this slices my heart, and panic sets in again. The cops, they've come for me again, haven't they? My heart is in my mouth, and I'm not sure on what to do, but then when I summon courage to look out of the window, I see that it's indeed a car. A cop car. "Fuck," I plant my back against the wall, but I'm still peering from behind the blinds. My racing heart suddenly comes to a halt when I notice that the driver, the cop, isn't charging at the house to get me. They are opening the back door and then out walks my..."Mum?" My voice trembles. "Luther?!" Her voice sounds distant, but it's clear that it has ever been to me. I charge out of my room, but by that time, she was already in the living room, tears streaming down her face. We crash into each other's arms, and it's like the world has come to a halt. My mu
161. MARLON One of the perks of living in a small town like Densberry is that you never get to witness death, at least not in an unconventional way. I know that it's dark and late at night, so my mind was playing tricks on me, but I know for sure that Bernice didn't survive that fall. It's too high, and the hardness of the concrete floor is unforgiving. She is gone, and I know she suffered from the moment of impact, down to when the last breath of life left her lungs. "We can't be sure, we have to check her," Maybelline has tears pouring from her eyes. "I know she tried to kill us and all, but I'd she is alive, we have to call the police." "Maybelline, I..." William sighs, dropping his head. "I don't think that she is alive. Marlon is right. There is no way that she could have survived that height." "I don't care, we have to check," she raises her voice, and I can immediately tell that she is panicking. "Alright, let's get back to the ground floor." I say. "We can think about w
160. MARLON The scariest part of all of this is not the fact that Bernice Huston is pointing a gun at us, but it's the fact that she probably doesn't even know how to control the thing. Look at how small her hands look on the dangerous weapon, or how her finger can barely reach the trigger. How can I even forget that she has tried to kill someone with a gun before, and she missed because she has no experience. My heart is in my mouth as I see the unstable girl turn the tip of the gun here and there, crying harder and harder. "Calm down, Bernice, maybe we can just talk this all over again," Maybelline says. "It doesn't have to end like this. Remember that if you kill us, you are going to jail." "Do I look like I care?!" She screams. "I don't care if I go to the worst place on earth, as far as you guys are worse off than me!" Crap. We didn't think this through, did we? Who would have thought that Bernice Huston would be crazy enough to bring a gun here? Seeing how shaken we are
159. MARLON Maybelline and I haven't stepped out of her room since we got back from Blackeye clubhouse. We just lay in her bed and watch the ceiling for hours and hours. "Marlon, we have to tell Dad." She breathes. "I don't think so," "This is getting out of hand, Marlon, that girl is crazy. Do you think that she has told anyone yet?" "Her mother maybe, but I doubt it. She looked so defeated when we met her, but she was desperately trying to hide it. She would be too ashamed to admit that she willingly gets married to someone who is gay, so I doubt if she's told anyone." "Even her mother?" Maybelline turns her head, so that she is looking at my side profile. "Even her mother," I affirm. "So see? It's not as bad as you think. We can still handle it." "So, you are going to marry her?" I snort before bursting into laughter. "Hell no, May. That would be a life long torment. I'm not going to do that for shit." The troubled breathing returns for Maybelline, and she tosses in her
158. MARLON "Bernice Huston," I crackle sarcastically as we walk into the room. "Or, should I say, Leslie Smith? That's a very stupid fake name." Bernice sighs as she takes off her shades, but the thing I don't miss is that she wouldn't even look at me. Her eyes are planted on Maybelline, and they are filled with so much hurt. "I told you my requirements, Maybelline, where is he?" "Listen, Bernice," Maybelline drags a sigh. "He is not here," I speak for May. "Deal with it, he has better things to do than to hear you talk all day long." She rolls her eyes before slipping her shades back in place and standing to her feet. "Okay, then I'm done here." "Look, Bernice, we have been looking for you for days now, if you think that we are just going to allow you to walk out of this room, then you better think again!" I say through my teeth. She tilts her head as she looks at Maybelline. "I'm sorry, Bernice, but he is right. It's time we all talk, because this craziness is getting out
157. MARLON I have just laid on my bed, staring depressingly at the white high ceilings when my phone rings by my side. I have this sudden urge to fling it against the wall, but I stop myself. I don't even know who is calling. I pick it up without even looking, and blurt out. "Hello?" "Marlon? Where are you?" I sit up immediately. It's my sister Maybelline, that is calling. "Um, May? What's the matter?" "We've found her." Maybelline says, and my heart skips a couple of beats. "God, it was so hard, but we were finally able to find her." That bitch. If not because she is a girl, I would have taught Bernice the worst lesson of her life. I immediately stumble into my closet, trying to find something to throw on. "Where are you guys? Tell me so that I will come to you." I tell her. "It's not that simple, Marlon, she is not even in Densberry anymore." May says. "Yeah, no shit." I huff. "She is at the hotel just at the border, and she is asking us to meet her at the really luxur
Luther's POV “Wh– what?” I stammer. “Come on, stop being a pussy.” He growl under his breath. “You want to fight me, don't you?” I swallow a dry gulp, I couldn't take my eyes away from his. Him holding me against the wall like this, it was doing something to me, it was causing a stir in my pant
Luther's POV Panic grows in my chest, my head is throbbing with a headache. My nose is bleeding terribly, and I start to feel hazy due to the loss of blood. I don't have a handkerchief with me, so I fold my sweater and place it over my nostrils. Marlon, my assaulter, is gone now, and I have to
Luther's POVI walk to and fro the door so many times, but I can't bring myself to walk into that classroom. To be honest, I would prefer to just leave. I want to go back home and tell my mother that we should move to a new town all together. But she is definitely going to say no. My reluctance
Luther's POV My mother's old tires screeched as the car come to a stop in front of a small bungalow. The house is so old that the paint is practically falling off. The sky roars with thunder, and the raindrops beat against the roof of the car. It's like a thousand spirits are telling us that we




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