LOGIN82. MARLON "You are going to join the NHL?! At just eighteen?" "Oh my God, you have no idea how lucky you are!" "Your father must be so proud of you!" I wish I could burst my eardrum if only it will make me deaf so that I won't have to hear all that again. Four people have been confirmed to be joining the NHL, and that includes William, my best friend, and I. Coach has been boasting, he even told me that Dad gave him a huge bonus for a work well done. To everyone, this is the pinnacle of my life, and they think I should be so happy, but I'm not. This is one of the tragic times of my life, and it has lasted for a few days. At least Maybelline is not as judgemental as Dad is. She loves Luther so much, and she told me that I did the right thing by making that piece of shit, Oskar Wallin, pay..As for Luther, he hasn't been to class in a week, and at first, I thought something bad happened to him. I drove past his apartment, and I swallowed a gulp when I saw the 'for sale' sign
81. LUTHER Finally, we touch down Densberry. I'm glad to go home, to my bed again, because even though I survived the drowning, I'm still sore and healing from all the physical and mental injuries. By the time I gather my things and set to disembark the plane. Convoys of SUVs are waiting to take us back to our houses. There is a car parked away from the rest, and I immediately know that's my ride. Marlon and his father are ahead of me, but as soon as our feet touch the tarred runway, Mister Gustave stops me and then nods to his son. "Go ahead, Marlon, I will join you shortly," Marlon's face screws in a frown, like he doesn't trust his father to be alone with me, and then he continues walking towards the car. "I've arranged for a doctor to keep checking on you for the next one month, Luther," he says as he slips his sunglasses on. "All of that... the situation in Stockholm. It never happened. I do not want to ever hear a word out of it," My throat feels dry, but I nod. Afte
80. MARLON It's a breezy night when we finally get on the plane to go back to Densberry. It still feels surreal to me, like it's all a terrible dream, and I'm going to wake up from it soon. At least I've not fucked anymore. Who would have known that Oskar was such an asshole that even his wife didn't give a fuck about him? "Good morning, Mister Gustave. Good morning, gentlemen," The pilot smiles at us as we walk in. I seat two seats away from Dad, but facing him. It's a wrong choice of seat for a flight that will last more than six hours, but I don't want to make him think that I am avoiding him. Luther on the other hand, struts to the very end of the plane, and makes himself comfortable. We still haven't spoken, and he has those huge headphones on. As soon as everyone is settled, Dad takes out his laptop, and jumps right into work. Leaving me to make myself busy with my iPod. It doesn't take too long for sleep to start to settle on me, but I get a glimpse of a headline th
LUTHER My stomach churn every time I remember that I was in such close contact with death. Coach told me everything. How Marlon didn't hesitate to jump into the water to save me, and most especially, the look of the devil in his eyes when he held Oskar Wallin under water. My hands still feel numb, the doctor said it's the drugs and the strain in my brain, but it will soon go away. Now, Marlon, his dad, and I, are seated in a white room, where the painful slow ceiling fan slices through the air. Mister Gustave cleats his throat and he keeps glancing at his wristwatch. Is he going to be late for another meeting?Marlon's finger is tapping on the table,as I watch him chew the inside of his cheek. He is nervous, even though he is one to easily show it.Soon, Mister Gustave stands up and buttons his jacket. "I will be back in a minute. Don't move, boys." Marlon lets out a breath that he seems to be holding since we came into this room. "Hey, are you thirsty?" He reaches for one o
78. MARLON"Dad."He runs his hand over his mouth and turns to the wall. "Marlon, what the hell have you done?" "Please, do not even pretend that you would have done differently." "You think I would have attempted murder?!" He laughs incredulously. "Is that what you think of me?" "Yes, Marlon, I'm exactly like you. That's why we have the same fucking name!" He laughs and turns away from me again, like he cannot look at me right now. I don't care what he thinks of me, I don't even care what he might say to me, but he dare not try to hit me.I'll knock him the fuck out, I swear, and embarrass him in front of all these people. He dare not try it with me. My dad raises his head, and that calm look has returned to his face. It's like he has now accepted this reality. "Luther is now awake," he says. "Coach told me." "Well, let's go to see him. I'm sure you've earned it. You tried to kill a man for his sake..." He shrugs and opens the door.I don't wait to hear the rest of his sen
77. JANAE "Oh my God, this is the best cake I've ever had!" Maybelline moans as she spoons even more into her swollen cheeks. "Yeah?" I laugh happily. I'm glad that it's just us home, because her father would have found this to be way unhealthy for his precious daughter. "I'm going to save Dad a huge piece!" She declares, and my heart skips a couple of beats. "Um, May, I don't think you should do that. I could get in trouble," She snorts because she has already gone to find a plate to keep some for him. "Don't worry about it. He is definitely going to be a dick about it at the beginning, but as soon as he takes a bite, his mind is going to be transformed." What can I do? I smile as I watch her store her dad's piece in the refrigerator. This just shows me how much she loves her father, that she has chosen to keep something she likes for him to partake with her.I wonder if she is going to still be this friendly with me if she finds out that I have been fucking her father...."O
MARLON I woke up with the worst headache, and about four half naked girls in my room. The whole place is a mess. Jesus Christ. I stagger out of bed, my shirt is missing, but thankfully, my giant diamond pendant is still on my neck. I'm relieved. I immediately go into my closet to check on the
LUTHER Everyone is celebrating, but I can't. My face is stiff from fear, and this fear is directed at Marlon. I saw the way he hit Taylor over and over again, and I must say that he's indeed his father's son – no matter how much he would like to think otherwise. To think that this is the second
MARLON I keep skating in circles, waiting for the game to start, that's when William calls my attention to something. “Why the hell is Johnson talking to Luther Wayne?” I stop and turn around, straining my eyes as much as possible to see what he is talking about. All of us are. My throat const
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. “







