Helen opened the door ajar, hurried into the sitting room. Everything in the sitting room was as she left them. The broken plasmas, the rotten food on the dining table, the big jar on the floor. That reminded her of the day she put pepper in the eyes, mistakenly. The day she heard the voice of someone that sound like Jack Gordon. And the moment she walked out of the house with her cat in, furious. And the thought that John doesn't call her back to stay strike her heart, till it bleeds into pain.                And for a minute, she wondered why John failed to clean the mess. Coming back to focus, she hurried to her room and found it opened. She remembers she locked it before she left and that no one have the key to open it. John had told her there's no spare key for her door, and she should be confident to hides anything there.          &n

    Helen sat checking the pictures in the Rockstar hotel room when John called her via phone call. The call scared her, and make her think twice. And she allowed her phone to ring over ten times.     “Kite, what should I do? Should I pick Dad's call?” She rubbed her cat's hair as her tears darted from her eyes. She cleaned it when detective Desmond’s voice came back to her mind. The half-brotherly, and half-console voice, “your tears won’t solve the problem.”     The phone rang again. Without thinking about what to do, she picked up the call. And wait for John to speak first.     “Hello, Helen,” John said     “Hello Dad,” she said.     “Where have you been since all these days?” he asked     “You sent me away, da

    Arthur wants to walk to Harry’s house through the long hill. And he had been walking around like a lost sheep from the middle of the day to the night. Wearily, he sat in the middle of the endless road, laid his back, and a cool breeze tangling his hair up, refreshing his strength. He forced himself up for his dried throat and dessert tongue had weakened him. And he had fallen many times in the hill, had rolled back to the ground, and the sky had gone blurred for minutes. But he would rise when the air refreshed his strength to climb the hill again.         He remembers he climbed the hill with the three friends as they jumped out of their canoes at the riverside, and he remembers they walked down the long hill after climbing it. It was easy then, but hard now. Even harder when he got lost, and had lost his strength. And still can’t find his way back to Harry’s house. For he had said, “I will eat and

    Chris, the old friend of Arthur, drove to Gogyoshi hotel in a new car. He slowed down into a parking space, and move out of the car. Girls marveled as he removed a glass of his eyes, and throw it to one side. That eyes glass worth millions, but he doesn’t care, and he walked into the hotel in black.         “He has curly hair and a long jaw. I love him,” a girl said to her friend in one corner.        “Let’s meet him,” another girl said, “he loves girl.”        Vivian sped to the hotel, and five men darted out of the car and ran into the hotel to catch Chris. And Vivian waits for them in the car, communicating with them through earbuds. “Chris is smart. Don’t let him escape. Use wisdom guys. I got your back.”        The five men watched C

    “Where did I drop my phone?” Arthur clasped his pockets tighten as the morning light sifted through the curtains upon the bed. Chris sits up, yawned, and leaned his back against the white wall.    Arthur moved down. “My phone. Where is it?”    “Where did you put it?” Chris coated his mouth as he yawned once more. “Go check the sitting room.”    Warily, Arthur walked there and glanced about. Picked up pillows on the chairs, walked to the table as something resembled his phone, but was remote. He dropped it, hurried to the fridge, but found nothing. He stood still in the middle of the sitting room. “Did I even come here yesterday?”    He darted back to Chris’s room. “C’mon, give me your car key.”    After a minute, he opened the car, glanced around, but found nothing. He held the door shut, tapping h