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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 little windy, my window makes this funny noise..."

My mother snorts before throwing a rolled shirt in my face. "Luther Wayne, are you actually trying to lie to my face, boy?!"

"I'm not lying!"

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  • Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend    105

    105. MARLON Thankfully, the first thing he does is to offer me a drink first, and heaven knows that I need it. She has some alcohol in her room, so that's where we head to, and she pulls the curtains down. The alcohol stings from my mouth down to my stomach, but I think that it will help with the shit load of worry I'm experiencing now. As soon as I am settled, she starts the long talk that makes my stomach knot and cave into itself. "I don't know his name, but he looked quite shaken when he approached me. He asked if I knew you, and then he asked me to run. Before I knew what was happening, a gun went off," Abigail hands are tightly around her body. "It was the scariest moment of my life." "His name is Luther," both of my hands wipes over my face. Her jaw relaxes as her eyes remain on me. "Oh. So you do know him." "But Luther is not that kind of person to try to kill someone, I mean, he doesn't even know you well enough to have a problem with you," I tell her. "Yeah, he was

  • Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend    104

    104. LUTHER Abigail lets out a blood curdling scream, and we both fall on our knees. She is holding on to her ear, and she is crying with fright. I grab her hand and throw both of us behind a small group of shrubs. "Are you okay?" I examine her, but she wouldn't let go of her ear. When I finally snatch her hand away, she is bleeding all over her hand. It's just a brush, so she will be fine. It could have been a lot worse. People are already talking loudly, trying to assess the situation. I hear the loud screech of tires, and when I look, Bernice has driven away. I curse myself out, because I'm now alone in a place where a gun was just fired. "Who was that?" Abigail asks in tears. I can't say. For some weird reason, I can't bring myself to Bernice like this. "Please, don't tell the police about me," I beg Abigail, before standing up on my feet and running across the street. The police are going to be here soon, and I don't want to be here when they come. ******MARLONGre

  • Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend    103

    103. LUTHER I find myself frozen for a second, and my brain goes blank. That's a real pistol in Bernice's hand, I can tell because I've seen a gun before, and this is not any less traumatizing. "Bernice, put that gun away," my voice shakes. "Didn't you hear what I said, fag?" She moves the tip of the gun closer to me. "Get back into the car, and shut my fucking door!" I have to shut it, even though I want nothing more than to escape from Bernice. She has a gun, and from the look in her eyes, she hundred percent intends to pull the trigger. "Please, Bernice," I shut my eyes, hearing my own uneven breathing. "I– I don't want any trouble, I want to go home." "And then I will have to do this all by myself?" She huffs. "No way." The car is parked by the side of the road, but from the type of car and the tinted window, one won't guess that there is a gun-slinging psychopath holding someone hostage inside. How does Bernice manage to stay so calm? How can she cry in my arms, confi

  • Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend    102

    102. LUTHER "Luther, where the fuck are you? We were supposed to have lunch at the back of school, did you ditch me again?" An exhale escapes my lips as I jump into Bernice's car, ignoring Mason's message. She is applying red lipstick on her lips, and for some odd reason, she has a wig on. It's not even a good wig. I wouldn't be surprised if she borrowed it from a housemaid or something. "Oh, don't stare at my wig like that," she waves off. "I just want to keep my hair covered. I think it has heat damage or something, and my cousin has such good hair. This is not the day for me to feel insecure." Today is her lucky day, because I'm allowing her to do whatever she wants without judgement. She drives off with such speed that I am forced to hold on to the grab bar. "Sorry," she grimace apologetically. "I would have used the driver, but this is a very private trip." "So, your cousin knows that I'm coming?" I grip the dashboard with my free hand. "She doesn't really care. Don't w

  • Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend    101

    101. LUTHER Mum and I had a very lengthy talk yesterday, we went well into the night, and I woke up feeling like I didn't sleep enough, but it's all worth it. Our future is the main reason for it. She said that she may never stop running, but I have to find a college to attend, while she keeps going around the country to hide from the credit collectors. My stomach twisted hearing that she would be a nomad for possibly the rest of her life. She said she didn't want to drag me down with her. A proper education will get me out of this mess, but as for her, as long as we didn't have enough money to pay back her former bosses, she was done for....I told her about my fear of which career path I could pursue. I am good in both science and arts, so my mother made the crazy suggestion that I should take the finals for both. "A lawyer or a doctor, Luther. Either way, you will be able to build a stable career, and you will never have to worry for money again," So, I'm here in school toda

  • Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend    100

    100. MARLON On Monday morning, I bump into my father in the kitchen. His coffee splashes everywhere on my white shirt, and this makes me groan in frustration. "Watch where you're going, Marlon," he sets the rest of the coffee down and examines the shirt, before sucking air through his teeth, because the shirt is ruined. "There is no saving it. It's ruined. Change it." "Maybe I can wash out the stain," I walk over to the sink, squirting some dish soap on my hands. "Marlon, what are you doing? You are only going to make it worse. You have a thousand other shirts, and you will be late for school..." "If I just dump this shirt, then that means whoever laundered it did so for nothing," I insist, and I hear my father give the biggest scoff. "What's this about? Did you get an epiphany and now you are so sympathetic? So what if the shirt is laundered again? Everyone who works here gets paid for it, I assure you." Leave it to my father and I to fight over something so random on a Monday

  • Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend    32

    LUTHER He laughs when he sees the fear on my face. “Hey, I don't mean it like that. I know you are his sworn enemy or whatever, but I'm asking because you are his water boy. If anyone knows where he is, it's you.” Oh, right. It was a harmless question. I thought our secret was out of the bag. “

  • Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend    31

    LUTHER My chest is pumping like crazy with fear as I allow Marlon to take me into that old storage room with a stale smell. He is wearing this black compression shirt, and his fit chest is threatening to burst out. “I- if you think that I'm going to have sex with you in school, Marlon, then you

  • Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend    30

    LUTHER “Hey, Gustave, what are you reading?” “Nothing?” I barely allow my teammate to glance at the book before snapping it shut. “What the fuck, Marlon. That looks like a handwritten novel. Since when did you start to read novels, man?” “Since now.” I mutter and go straight back to reading.

  • Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend    29

    LUTHER I do not know why I am so scared, but I don't go to claim the car, or tell my mother about it. Thankfully, it was on a weekend that I found out about the car, so I have been able to think about it a lot. I hate to admit it, but I miss Marlon. It's been almost a month since the last time t

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