登入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
156. JANAE "But, I don't understand–" "I'll get you out of here, I promise." He tells me. "Just, don't talk. Let me handle this." I'm at a crossroad here, but even with that, I nod to tell him that I am going to fully trust him, even though I still can't believe that he is actually here. I told myself that I never wanted to see, or speak to him again. Not because I hated Marlon Gustave Sr, but because I didn't want what happened with Preston to happen again. Deep within him, I know that Marlon is a good man who has a lot of complex layers, but I know that I am not the one for him. Not when I have my own troubles, and I desperately want to put myself together...The detectives walks back into the room, and I can't help but notice how much their counternance have changed. Especially seeing that Marlon is sitting so close to me. "Mister Gustave, we appreciate that you are trying to give back to the community and all, but the public lawyer is already coming, so you don't have to
155. JANAE I have never thought that the day would come when I would be too defeated to even lift a finger. A day that my nightmares would become true, or imagine the fact that I may never see my Luther again. Nancy smirks when he sees the look on her eyes, and like the evil bitch that she is, sure reaches to push my hair away from my face. I flinch, willing myself to move away from her, but I can't. That's how weak and broken I am. She looks over her neck, as if to see if the detectives are far away enough for her to sit down and blab her nonsense. "First of all, I should tell you that the cameras have been turned off!" She chuckles as she carelessly points to the two strategically mounted in the corners. "I mean, it's all over. The case is closed, you're going to jail." I sigh and look down, feeling that tightening feeling crawling up my throat again. "Oh, baby," Nancy pouts her lips as she reaches to hold my hand. "I told you not to mess with me. But you never but you neve
LUTHER The words get all entwined and I can't come up with a good enough lie to tell my mother, and she rolls her eyes at me. "Oh, Luther, do you think I was born yesterday? Are you trying to lie to me?" "I'm not trying to lie, mum. Maybe it was the wind that you heard. Sometimes, when it's a l
MARLON I had no idea that my father came back into the country last night. I thought I heard Maybelline squeaking when she welcomed him back home, but I thought that it was just a dream. Until I look out of the window and watch the staff greeting him, and a scowl leaves my lips. It's not like I
LUTHER I was just going to teach Marlon a little lesson for treating me so coldly, but what I didn't expect is for that single act to send both of us into the nurse's office. Marlon has suffered a very terrible black eye, and he can't even open it. It's growing bigger and bigger, like a ball.
LUTHER Standing in front of the Hudson mansion, this is the last place I would want to be right now. I adjust the sleeves of my leather jacket before raising my hand to ring the bell. I haven't brought any flowers for Bernice this time around. All the kindness I had for her has been replaced wit







