All Chapters of LET ME!: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Jason Peters opened his eyes slowly; he was beginning to come out of his extremely droopy state finally. His eyelids fluttered as though they were in the making of a slow motion video. All these were the after effects of staying up the whole night playing video games and at the same time hiding from his mom to avoid any of her reprimands for his"unethical behaviour". He was allowed to be up till at least 9pm during holidays, but he stayed awake till a whooping 2am the next morning.His eyes were now finally wide opened. He looked around at the state of his room. Looking straight ahead of him was his reading table which made direct contact with the green coloured wall of his room . It was filled with books which were scattered all over. The reading lamp on the table was at the edge of the table, almost at the verge of falling off and breaking its glass. His aunt, Maggie, had given it to him on his fifteenth birthday. His laptop was on top of the scattered books, slightly tilting to the

"Jason, are you fine now?" Chris asked for the umpteenth time, staring closely at his best friend with eyes filled with sympathy."Yes, Chris. I am fine now." Jason replied, getting fed up with the incessant questions. "Can you stop with the questions already?" He continued in a calm voice that sounded forced. He was already boiling inside of him.Four of them were now sitting and eating their food in a way that seemed a bit sorrowful. Matthew Clay and Zion Murphy remained quiet throughout the meal. The silence was only broken at intervals when Chris would ask Jason if his back hurts or if he should help him get more water and food from the counter. Chris did not care if Jason found it annoying, he just wanted to make sure his friend was fine.Jason could not blame Chris for his neverending show of extreme and love care. Chris Hunter had been his friend right from their childhood days. They attended the same elementary school, middle school and now high school. They lived close to ea

Suddenly the staircase became too long for him. He ran up the stairs so fast that he was panting heavily when he reached the landing in front of his room. He kicked open the door and banged it close.He laid his back on the shut door, flung his bag to one side and closed his eyes in a bid to calm his restless nerves. His heart was beating rapidly, he could hardly breathe. He stared outside through the glass panes; the sun was going down gradually, drifting into the evening. He quickly made a dash to his bed and laid on it with his school clothes still on.***"Oh George! Do you not think that you were too harsh on him?" Hannie's voice rang out from the across the table. George ignored her and came to sit down, staring at his almost cold coffee."I will go and make him something to eat. He is probably stressed out." Hannie said as she stood and went to the kitchen counter.George was still silent. He had totally forgotten about the lawyer's text earlier that morning. The rent had been