登入83. LUTHER Bernice just walks into the classroom and it's like someone has dropped an enormous weight on me.She is not looking at me though, her eyes have found their way to the back of the classroom and she waves at Marlon. He probably ignores her because she whimpers like a disappointed kitten, then pulls her seat close to me. "Luther, you are the worst friend ever!" She whines. "You didn't even check up on me once!" I shut my eyes and wish that she would just disappear or something, but when I open them, she is still here. "Oh, Bernice," I force a smile. "I can't believe that you are blaming me when you didn't call me either." "Do you even know what I have been through?! These past weeks have been the worst of my life!" She grumbles, dropping her head against her desk over and over again, but softly so that she doesn't hurt herself. I dislike Bernice. Dare I say I can't even stand the girl, but Densberry is full of vile people. I'd rather just stick to Bernice, the devil
82. 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
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
MARLON Luther's phone call has caused something to settle in the pit of my stomach. I somehow knew that something was up with Bernice, but I sure as hell didn't even consider the fact that she would do something as wicked as this. Collins’ entire family has turned on him, even though they are
LUTHER I don't know why she would think that her wicked secrets are safe with me, but she opened her mouth and started to speak. The things she told me made me so uncomfortable that I felt myself almost turn into stone in her chair….I knew that has always been some sort of wickedness to Bernice
LUTHER “Oh my God, Luther.” My mother has her hands pressed against her face. She looks traumatized by everything I have just told her about the Bernice and Collins case. We are both sitting in the living room, the fireplace crackling because I just threw him some good woods like a few minute







