LOGIN169. LUTHER Right in our eyes, Nancy Huston goes dumb, maybe because she didn't think they would bring this up, especially since the deaths have been after almost ten years. She first reaches and waves off the strands away from her face. "I-i don't understand why my dead husband or his dead ex-wife and child is being brought up now," she straighten her back. "Is this just a heartless questioning tactic? Because I want justice for my daughter?" Quietly, my mother and I sit at the back, but somehow, we are no longer a part of what's happening. It's now Nancy Huston against the police. Two files are dropped in front of her, and I can see the clean film of dust on the covers. They have been in existence for a while now. "Mrs Huston, please answer these questions truthfully, if you want our help," the first police officer urges her. "Of course, I do!" "Then kindly tell us what happened to your husband again. Tell us from the beginning. When you met Jamie Huston." The amount of
168. MARLON I've never been one to believe in God, or miracles, but I certainly do today. I laugh so hard that even Luther and the police man look at me like I have gone crazy or something. The police officer stands up, "Now, my colleague and I will go and tell Mrs Huston about the latest developments on the ground." He walks out of the room, and Luther exhales through his mouth, and I snort at him. What's he still so bothered about? "You've got to tell them that you were there," I told him. "What? But that's not right! I was at home, worrying about my mother when Bernice died!""Don't you want to win a bit of money from this? You can sue the hell out of that woman," "You want me to sue her? Marlon, her only daughter, died! Why don't we give her a little more grace?" My lips are parted in shock, I can't believe that Luther actually said that. He is too good for himself, and sometimes it just irritates me. I pull my chair close and look at him the way one would look at a stub
167. LUTHER I hold my breath, because this can't be real. I can literally feel hundreds of eyes pushing me into the ground. Honestly, I wish I could disappear right now. My mother warned me, she foresaw the future, but I was feeling so guilty about Bernice that I chose to come to her service of songs. Her mother's eyes are bloodshot and her facial veins are popping like crazy. Her brutal finger is pointed directed at me, and no matter how much I try to dodge it, it always finds me. "Oh my God, the new kid killed Bernice?!" "What the hell?" "Why hasn't he been arrested?" I look to my left, my throat rippling with anxiety, as my eyes try to find the only person that can help me. Marlon. He looks just as terrified as I am, but the way his shoulders are stiff and his eyes are shaking, I am sadly on my own. Even Maybelline looks like she could cry for me, but I won't be getting any help from them today. Fortunately, everyone is in a bit of shock, so that gives me enough time to
166. MARLON His lips twists up, and I immediately know that he didn't like my sarcastic joke. In fact, he turns around to leave, but May dashes out of the room and pulls him into a hug. "Don't listen to Marlon, Luther, he is just being very mean today," she pouts. I can't believe it, he has a smile on his face. He is more happy to see my sister. Thank God that William's room is not a cube sized coffin, so all four of us can stay in here comfortably. I sit at one end of the room, and Luther sits at the other. He won't even look at me. William winces every now and then, as May checks on his wound. It's been only about a day and half since he got shot, but we are very thankful that the wound did not get infected or anything. "My mum has been asking why I have been wearing hoodies all day," he runs his hands over his eyes. "Oh, poor Mrs Feynman," May sighs. "She would totally freak out if she finds out." "What happened to him?" Luther blurts, making everyone look at him. "Oh
165. MARLON Mrs Hudson has always been very soft and fond towards me, but now, all of that has disappeared. There is a kind of hostility in her eyes that I thought I would ever see. "I... Um." I wipe my hand over my mouth. "This is very awkward and stupid, but I thought I heard someone in the room." She scoffs, bites down her lower lip, and then looks away. "Are you trying to mock me?" "Excuse me?" "You thought you heard someone in my late daughter's room?!" "I didn't mean it like that, I'll go." I am already walking back to the door. I should have just gone straight to the damn restroom. "Bernice told me your secret before she died, you know," Mrs Hudson drops the bomb, and suddenly, I can't move anymore. My hand is firmly against the doorknob, but my entire body is frozen. What was I even thinking to believe Bernice when I said that she didn't tell her mum? They are cut from the same evil cloth, of course she told her mother. Managing to gain back control of myself, I tu
164. MARLON I stop dead, because I can't believe what I have heard. "What?" He sighs at the other end, and from the ruffling, I know he is pacing around whatever room he is in. "Look, just tell me the truth, I can take it!" He insists. "The truth about what, Luther? Are you insane? Why would you even think that I could kill someone?" "Why are you yelling?!" "I'm yelling?! You fucking think I killed her?!" "It's just a question!" "Do you think I can actually do something like that? Am I the devil?!" I laugh incredulously. "Luther, please tell me that you are fucking joking!" It's crazy because I know that he is not trying to pull my legs or something. I can hear the raw sincerity in his voice. The way his breath moves up and down. "Well, what do you want me to think, Marlon? She was a threat to us, she said that she is going to expose us!" Luther defends himself. "She was even going to force you to get married to her... And she is suddenly gone?!" I shut my eyes as I slap m
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







