Christopher came back home after 5 hours; it took him 5 hours despite of trying his best to be home as soon as possible. The ride was long and tiring but he got a certain someone in his mind and he needs to be with him soon. He pushed open the door and got inside his apartment only to see Lucas sitting there in living room with his head in hand and eyes closed. He can only imagine what could've happened for Lucas to call him. Before that, Lucas never called him like that, every time he was with Miles, he cared for him well and was there till Christopher get back home. He can only imagine what could've happened. "Luca." He said softly while placing a hand in his shoulder. He felt that Lucas's shoulder muscles were tense, and that he heard a sniffle too. It concerned him. "Lucas, hey." Lucas looked up and there was a lingering tear in his eyes, it aches Christopher's heart. Why can't everyone just be happy? Why do things have to get sad? "What happened?" Getting on his knees so
It's troubling him first that Lucas looked out of his usual self and second, he doesn't know how to make Fried rice, he needs Lucas to instruct him. Reaching in front of his door, he knocked first and then without waiting pressed the passcode and went inside. "Luca." He called. "Hmm." Christopher saw Lucas sitting on the couch outside. He walked closer to him and sat down beside him. "Are you going somewhere?" He said as he saw Lucas taking his wallet and car keys in hand but typing something on his phone. "Yeah, Grocery Store, you should go too." Lucas told him. "I don't need to." "When was the last time you saw your fridge?" Lucas asked him. "Like yesterday." Christopher replied confidently. "Was there something in it?" Lucas asked. "Stop interrogating me and come to the point." Christopher said annoyed. Lucas was irritated about not finding anything in a time of need in Christopher's fridge. "You don't have anything eatable in your fridge, what happened today
After dinner, Lucas left. He didn't tell Christopher where he was going because he himself didn't know where he should go. He just needed to leave, to just run away from all those. Suddenly, his old weak self-started to appear and the egoistic, ruthless Lucas just left him. He was standing at East river, the beautiful view at night and the best place to think as it's near the mid night right now and very few people are there. The best thing was that he was not on bridge so he can see the reflection of big buildings in the river water making it appears in every colour. He just sat there on one big rock and was watching at the far away, at nothing particular. He had his phone clutched in his hand tightly. Lost in thinking, he just staring at the endless corner of the river. "It's Intensive Care Facility. This message is for you to know that due to some behavioural issues examined in Mr. Volkov we have transferred him to Intensive Care Facility. This message is the confirmation for
It was 7:30 in the morning, a worried Christopher was passing through the hall with a phone in his hand. His shorts were the only things covering his body and the upper half was naked. A frown decorated on his face, brows knotted and face muscle tense in worry. His hand was holding the phone tightly and his worried eyes were lingering in the phone screen which showed 26 calls that he made to Lucas’s, but the younger didn't pick up. Apart from that, he also left him thousands of messages asking him about his whereabouts, but it was not even being delivered, he was on the stand by. Christopher moved a hand in his hairs and tried to call one more time. It was of no use as the operator spoke up that the phone is switched off. Christopher didn't want to leave a voice mail as he was worried and wanted to talk in person, wanted to hear his friend telling him that he is okay. Throwing the phone on the couch, he went to the kitchen to get himself a bottle of water. He couldn't sleep well
The breakfast however went soon, and Lucas was ready to leave. He stood up, handed his plate and glass to Christopher and walked to the door. "Best of luck shorty." He shouted making Christopher come out and glare at him. "Volkov!" Knowing that he has successfully irritated his friend, Lucas waved his hand and left the apartment. "Fucker." "Christopher." Miles's soft voice made him turn. He saw Miles smiling a bit and then he engulfed him in a hug. "Best of luck for today.""Thanks Bear. I feel so good now, you can always make me calm just by your smile." Christopher said and pinched his cheeks. "Why are you up so early today by the way? Rest, I'll finish this up—-" "I wanted to go to school. That's enough holidays." Miles said lowly. "But there are still few days." "I'll talk to my teacher; I can't stay home anymore please. And I'm okay, I'll take care of myself i promise." Miles assured him. "Please." "But—-""I talked to Jammy too, he was also asking me why am i taking too m
Miles entered the school gate still bit hesitated and surprised by the way Lucas was behaving. He can never forget how Lucas panicked the other day. And how he was so soft with him while talking just today. While thinking he didn't know where he was going, the ding of his phone made him halt in his track. Fishing it out of his pocket he looked at the phone screen. It had a message from Sara. Sara "I'll be late, make sure you make a good excuse to my supervisor. And don't get in any trouble. Robin said he had an extra class today, so he'll be free by 10 minutes. Till then find yourself a good company. I just woke up, will be there in 30. Miles Be careful on your way. I'll tell your supervisor. Sara Oh, you are an angel. Today's lunch on me, anything you want. See you school. Miles read her message and smiled. Closing the app, he was about to put his phone back in his pocket when he remembered that he said to Callie that he'll share picture when he'll wear his shirts.
Lucas still couldn't get the lying flat body of Miles out of his head. The dread he heard in his voice, maybe it was always there, maybe Miles was always afraid, he can hear the similarity in Miles's voice since before. When he was rude to him, when he troubled him, in the car, when Moura tried to.......every time it was same dread. If only he knew that he gave others the impression that they can do anything to any student, make their life hell anyway they want."I'll drop you at the main gate and don't you fucking dare cling to me in the school. I don't want a weirdo at my tail. Stand at the gate when i tell you and I'll pick you from there. You don't know me in the school. Understood."He never liked him, was it really the hate or something else? "I-I received the text......i-i though i-t wa-s you.""Whoever will text you will be me? Did you have my number?""N-No." "Then use this thing. I said clearly, I'll call you. You already are enough pain in my ass, stop troubling others.
9 year old child, kicked open the door of his house, walked inside, looking around. It wasn't really his house; his house didn't look like this. But he used to live at this place, just around the children playground, there was his house. "Is this my house, unc— sir?" He turned to the driver who brought him back. "Yes." The man gave one word answer only and then darted his eyes back to the ground. He helped Lucas walk up to the stairs and stood beside the gate. He knocked, the guard looked at them and then the door opened. And the livings room and the inner of the house was even more beautiful than outside. Then he saw a portrait, it was a family portrait, but who was the woman standing beside his father. He hasn’t seen her before, it was the first time he was looking at her face. And he wasn't there as well? What kind of family picture was it where so many people who are part of this family yet still not in the picture. "Mr. Volkov, you are free to anything until senior Mr. Vo