Lucas and Willie were staring at the wide eyes of Moura. What happened?"Who is this?" Moura's asked on the unknown voice."I'm James Theo, Miles's elder brother.Who are you? And where's Miles?"James asked once again. Moura stretched the phone off his ear and looked at the screen one more time. His gaze then went back to Lucas’s, and he handed the phone to Lucas with trembling hands.Lucas didn't understand and he cut the call. He didn't have the courage to talk to whoever was on the other side. As much as he know, this number belongs to Miles's brother and he would most likely question about Miles and Lucas have no answers."Muh-Miles? Who's he?" Moura looked at Lucas with dread filled eyes."What do you mean?" Lucas asked."Who is he? Wuh-who do he belong to? His family, anyone?" Moura
Lucas didn't dare to defy Moura's order. He kept practicing and his body finally stopped coordinating with him. He was burning in fever and the fatigue and exhaustion did the remaining work. "Mark, get you shots clear. See the fucking basket and throw the ball." Moura yelled. "But I'm doing it right, it went right through the basket." Mark replied as he was right. Moura was telling Lucas, but he doesn't want to talk to him. Lucas jerked his head slightly to get the black spots away from his vision and get more focused on the game. That's the first time that he missed three baskets and eventually the teammates stopped passing him the ball. "Get your asses concentrated on the game." He heard Moura yelling and made a final jerk to his head, now is not the time to pass out. "Pass it to me." He growled to one of his teammates as he was the front-liner so taking the hold of the ball, he ran so fast and eventually made a basket. The whole team started cheering and clapping as i
After 20 minutes Lucas was back and took the car keys from the key handle and went straight to the car. Willie followed him and both of them made their way to the school. The ride was completely silent, it was Willie who broke the silence. "Good luck for your match." "Thanks." And then again it went silent. Lucas had so much on his mind, he was tired and wanted to rest, to close his eyes and..... "Moura.....Moura was—-" "He has gone out of his mind." Lucas gritted his teeth and increased the speed of the car. Willie held the seat belt as he wasn't very good with fast speeds. He knew it's better to stay quiet or it would only make Lucas's mind go wild and he doesn't want that. They were few meters away from school when Lucas lowered the speed. He parked the car and went straight to the basketball team. The whole team was there, and it seemed like all of them were waiting for Lucas to arrive. "Luca—-" "We have 25 minutes left before the game. Stop practicing and relax yourse
Christopher was pacing outside the door as the doctor just came and requested him to leave the room so that he can examine Miles. Miles has eaten well and then went back to sleep as he was still under the effect of medicines, and Dr prescribed him to rest as much as he can because his heart condition was too bad after the incident. Only Christopher knows how hard it was for him to get his emotions in the grip. He saw Miles eating like he had never eaten anything, and he saw how he slightly hissed with every movement. The sight of him sleeping yet connected to so many tubes and then the doctor ordering him to leave the room for examination. He knows Miles is in pain, and he's going through so much, he just wants to be a good friend and be there for Miles just like Miles was once for him when he was staying at his house. James.... The thought hit him.....It's been a whole day and Miles haven't talked to James that only makes things worse for him. What if James know......No, he
Moura was called by his stepfather that he has to come back home. It was just recently that he left home and settled in his own apartment. But today when he was coming back home, he received a call from his step-father saying that he arranged a full family dinner so he must be home by then. Right now, it was 8pm and Moura just reached his father's house. It was just as always, his stepbrother was playing game, his step-father was in his study, probably busy with another deal and his mother was the one who welcomed him. Moura's mood ruined as soon as the door opened by his mother, and it got even more worse when she hugged him. He hates this woman to his core. "Moura, welcome home. How has you been?" She asked him as she hugged him. Without answering her, he walked past him and made way to his old room. He opened the door and anger boiled in him when he saw that his room was now transformed into a new room for his stepbrother. It hurt him and angered him as well that it was s
The day has been a long loop of pain already. There was no more strength in him, watching his love having so much hatred in his eyes, and his friend trying his best to not show the vulnerable self of him, and his own crumbling self, here he is standing outside the door of Christopher. He doesn't know the passcode so he is trying reaching out to Christopher via intercom. He can feel his hands trembling and his body falling to stand straight yet he still has to, he has to stand straight and do all he was supposed to do. "Willie?" Christopher had a string of strangeness in his voice. Despite of being friends, Willie and Christopher rarely had any interactions. "Can i come in?" Willie did his best not to let his voice tremble. "Of cource." Letting him in, Christopher closed the door. "What happened to you?" Christopher was already out of his mind, ever since he has taken Lucas home, he was so out of his self. Watching the two people who mean the world to him, lying unconscious s
Miles stirred slightly, he can see the room is dimly lighted and he can feel his body getting slightly stiff for lying down for too long. "Water." Miles rasped. He felt his throat going dry, and his tongue felt like a stick; dry and hard, unable to move. He can hear shuffling beside him, he felt maybe someone was close to him. "Chris." With as slight whisper, he moved his hand beside him and soon got a hold of somebody's arm. The arm was muscular, maybe Christopher came back, and Alicia went home. "Water." Miles asked again, this time the room lit up and he heard more shuffling. So finally, he tried to open his eyes. After few tries to adjust according to the light he looked up and saw a figure standing close to the nightstand and filling the glass of water. Soon a hand stretched towards him with a glass in it. Miles's eyes didn't see the glass, but it landed on the tattoos, and then his eyes went to the man's face. Lucas As soon as he saw the face, Miles crawled back immed
It's been a week. Miles is on the bed, strict orders from Christopher and Alicia. He isn't allowed to move unless he wants to go to washroom, or for a walk that he usually accompanies Christopher in the evening. He is doing well; in the recent days he's been talking to his brother and Cal more than ever. At first, they were confused that how do Miles talk to them in his school hours but then they stopped asking. Miles was happy, Alicia was always there, in person or on call, she has been a great company this whole time. She came here almost every day after office and stays for three to four hours. Christopher has taken short leaves, for first few days he didn't go to office but then Lee didn't allow him anymore holidays, so he has been on short leaves from last three days. He goes 9 in the morning and comes back at 2. Considering the sensitivity of the situation, Lee agreed to give him short leaves. It's Saturday today, and Miles is waiting for the main door to open and to hear th