After leaving Arden's house, I made my way back home and found comfort in the embrace of sleep. The events of the day tired me out a lot.The next day in the afternoon, I decided to call Monty and see if he was available."Monty, do you have some free time today?" I asked over the phone while lying on my bed."Yeah, sure. Is there something you need?" Monty responded."I thought we could go out and grab a drink. Just some time to unwind," I suggested."Alright, what time, though?""Let's meet at 6pm," I replied, setting a time for our meeting.As hours passed, I found myself lost in a trance, staring blankly at the wall. But when 6 pm finally arrived, I shook off my daze, dressed myself nicely, and headed out. After a brisk 20-minute walk, I arrived at K5, the restaurant where we had agreed to meet. Monty was already waiting at the front entrance, and as soon as he spotted me, he bowed in greeting. We entered K5 and took our seats.A waiter approached our table and asked, "Good evenin

"Never mind," I told Teddy and Nelly dismissively, waving away the topic that had occupied our conversation. We continued to chat and enjoy ourselves as the sun gradually dipped below the horizon. Soon, darkness enveloped the surroundings, signaling the end of our gathering. I paid for the food and drinks, and we bid each other farewell, heading towards our respective homes. Arriving home, I found my mother waiting for me in the living room, her gaze filled with concern. She didn't ask where I had been or why I was late, but the tension between us was visible. Ignoring the heaviness in the room, I smiled and greeted her, trying to brush off the strained atmosphere that lingered from our recent conflict. Silence prevailed as we sat at the dinner table, our plates filled with steaming food. Not a single word was exchanged throughout the meal, yet the unspoken emotions hung heavy in the air. Finishing my dinner, I retired to the living room and turned on the television. My annoyance g

I arrived home, and as soon as I walked through the door, my mom greeted me with a beaming smile. "Bobby, how was your date?" she asked eagerly. Seeing her excitement, I didn't want to disappoint her, so I decided to lie a little."It went great!" The two of us sat down on the couch, and I began to explain the date, since she was so interested. After sharing the details of the date and making up a story to make it sound amazing, I retreated to my room, turning off my lights, collapsing onto my bed, and slowly falling asleep. [Ring] [Ring] "Who's calling this fucking late?" I muttered to myself, slightly annoyed. Glancing at my phone, my eyes squinched from the bright screen as I noticed Grace's name displayed. "So it's the lying bitch. What does she want? Meh, fuck her, I won't pick up." The phone eventually stopped ringing, and I closed my eyes, hoping to sleep peacefully. However, just as I was dozing off, it started ringing again. With a sigh of frustration, I picked up th

After leaving the premises, the boys and I headed to where we had parked our bikes. We hid away our guns in our backpacks, hopped onto our bikes, and rode towards a store. Arriving in front of the store, Leslie went inside, while the two of us waited outside for five minutes. Upon his return, he excitedly displayed the alcohol he had purchased. "Yeaaa, bitches, tonight we are going to get drunk until we can't stand up. Do you hear?" he shouted out of excitement, hyping us all up. We were all excited due to meeting with Nash Kovalev and not fucking up something. With our spirits high, the three of us pedaled our bikes around the city while singing our hearts out, eager to go home and get wasted. After a while of riding our bikes, it was starting to become dark, so we went to Arden's house. As we walked into the house, we saw Arden's father sitting in front of the TV. Arden asked his father, "Dad, can my boys stay here tonight?" "Sure, I don't care, but this trash isn't allowed i

Ashley looked up at him with gratitude in her eyes, and for a moment, they simply held each other, finding comfort in the silence. I couldn't handle the over-sentimental conversation, so I interrupted, "Leslie, grab the girl and let's get the fuck out of here before the cops bust our asses!" As Leslie scooped Ashley up in a princess carry, I rushed over to where Arden lay on the floor, unconscious. With a kick to his stomach, I bellowed, "Wake the fuck up!" Coughing and groaning in pain, Arden awoke and uttered, "What the hell, man!" "The police are coming," I declared, my words piercing his drowsiness. His half-awake eyes widened in alarm. "Shit, why? Where the fuck even am I?" It took him a couple of seconds to remember. With Ashley cradled in his arms, Leslie and I darted towards the concealed rear exit, Arden quickly catching up. Speedily grabbing our bikes, we fled from the scene. Fortunately, the police did not pursue us. Eventually the cold air from the early morning fr