Max gaze darkened. Monica was pleasantly surprised to hear Marco's voice. Didn't they see each other this afternoon??
"Hey Marco!" Bella cheerfully screamed.
"Um... Hey Bella. Um, where's Monica?" Marco was obviously surprised to hear Bella's voice from the other end of Monica's phone. Or did he get the wrong number? He questioned himself.
"I'm here. Sorry about that. We are eating together with my brother so I decided to answer the call in their midst." Monica quickly replied.
"That's okay." Marco responded.
"So is there anything you need my help with??" Monica asked.
"Not really. I was hoping you would accompany me for dinner this evening. You know, my first time in this area and um..."
"Don't worry, I get you" Monica replied. Max had his fist clenched under the table the whole time but did his best to keep a calm expression.
"So since you are already having dinner, I guess its goodnight then." Marco said in a disappointed tone.
"We could all have breakfast tomorrow. That's if you are okay with it." Bella quickly said.
" Sure, sure. So breakfast then. See you tomorrow" Marco said in lifted spirit.
"See you tomorrow Marco!" Exclaimed Bella before rushing to the kitchen to get more sauce.
"And have a nice evening Mr Mitchell." Marco said in excitement before the call was disconnected.
"Excuse me." Max said as he rushed to the bathroom. The second room wasn't too far from the dining so he got there rather quickly, dashed into the bathroom and shut the door.
He went to the sink and splashed a few handful of water on his face.
He gripped both sides oh the sink with great force that made his veins pop out. His eyes were terrifying and the blue veins on his face made him look frightening.
'How could he talk to her like that.' He said through gritted teeth. After a few minutes of staring into his eyes in the mirror, he washed his face once more and lit a cigarette while resting on the sink.
He began to think back to those days when him and Monica spent every single moment together. When they would talk all day from school, back to her home and every night before they went to bed.
Those days he spent with Monica were the happiest days in his life.
There was a time they both went on a picnic at the beach with both of their families. He could vividly remember how beautiful Monica was when she ran on the beach while he pursued her. She had that captivating smile on her face the whole time even when she was splashed with water.
And there was another time when they both took the Siran Super incredible realistic Astounding Nastic-Ride. It was a picture perfect moment for them when ascending the longest wave. He still has the picture of Monica when coming down from such height, how frightened and excited she looked in the photo.
Not to mention the t--
'Knock knock'
"Max, are you in there??" Monica's voice brought him back to reality. It was then he realised how smoky the bathroom was and the finished packet of cigarettes was enough to tell him how long he has been in there.
"Um... give me a moment, I'll quickly freshen up." Max responded quickly before tossing the cigarette in his hand in the trash can and opened the windows.
"Okay brother. I hope you are alright, you have been in there for 2hours now, are you feeling unwell??" Monica asked with concern.
'What!! Two hours??' Max with A shocked expression quickly fished out his phone to see the time written in bold.
9:47
'Sigh'
"I'm okay Monica. I'll be out in half an hour." Max responded in a low voice before taking off his shirt. He turned on the cold side of the shower and sat underneath when all his shirt were taken off.
"Okay brother. Be quick." Monica left immediately she heard the shower and joined Bella on the living room sofa.
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"Hey watch out bro. You look pretty messed up tonight, still thinking of her??" A red haired boy with a tank top showing his biceps with hands full of tattoos supported a skinny looking boy with head hung low as they headed out of a bar. It was already midnight and the street was dimly lit with street light with a few passer bys here and there. The two guys were clearly drunk but the one with red hair was sober enough to walk, so he supported his friend as they staggered out of the narrow street.
"Hey Chris, where are your keys?? I'll drive you to my place." The red haired boy asked when they finally reached a broad alley. The were currently leaning on a blue sports car, the latest one at that, and Chris found it hard to keep his eyes open.
"Hey An-d-r-e-w... It-s it-s i-n my ba-c-k po-c-k-e-t..." Chris stammered in a half conscious state.
"Got you bro." Andrew then helped Chris up and took the keys from his pocket. They didn't waste anytime as they got into the car and zoomed through the dimly lit street as quickly as the car could move.
"Andrew, pa-s-s m-e, pass me the bottle by your left" Cuties Said In a somewhat sober voice.
"Stop this Bro. You can't have another bottle and that's final." Andrew said with determination as he wiped his eyes to keep him awake. He then picked the bottle by the side and attempted to open it.
"Pass it Andrew... Pass me the d*amn bottle!!" Chris screamed out as he reached out from the passenger's seat and took the bottle from Chris.
.
"C h r i s s t o p i t !! DO Y O U W A N T. TO K I L L US !!!" Andrew exclaimed as he drove in a zig zag manner. The car was driving at full speed and Andrew was half focused on the road as he tried to take back the bottle from Chris.
And then it happened___
The car ran into a small boy of about 4 years who was wearing a small black tuxedo. It looks like he was coming from a party as he ran excitedly out of a boutique.
The boy was too focused smiling at whoever was chasing him that he didn't know how he got to the side of the road.
A car moving in a linear motion irrespective of its speed would have been able to avoid the boy, but Andrew was barely paying attention to the road and the car was moving haphazardly so the collision took both side unaware.
"DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE!!!" Chris screamed out. He immediately sobered up when he realized the severity of the situation.
"But the kid--"
"DRIVE THE F*CKING CAR!!" Chris roared out. "DO YOU WANT TO GO TO JAIL?? JUST MOVE THE KID ISN'T OUR PROBLEM!!" He roared.
"But I- I k-ill-ed some-o-n-e..." Andrew stammered in fear. But nevertheless, he accelerated the car and zommed off.
Andrew was scared out of his wit when he witnessed the little boy rolling into the street light with blood ouzing out. How could he just leave when he has committed such a crime??