BLOODY HORIZON

°°° First Light °°°The sound of his mom in an argument downstairs filled his ears. He ran out of his room a bit alerted and took a peek. It was another argument with her boyfriend, Boris Romanoff.“Mom?” he called out with concern, interrupting the argument, hoping to end it.“Go to your room Sean!” his mother yelled at him angrily. Whatever Boris had done, she wasn’t willing to let it slide.Sean stood still for a moment, then reluctantly turned back and walked into his room, slamming the door shut.He heard the argument cease momentarily, and then as expected, the topic suddenly changed to him.Boris and Sean had never really been on the same page. His Mom – Kate – always wrote it of as a phase, a natural occurrence in teens with divorced parents. Accepting the change was always usually hard, but in truth, that was not the case.Sean felt hated by Boris, and he reciprocated the feeling. Boris had always treated him like a ‘not part of the plan' kid. The looks Boris gave him, his co

°°° Blackmailed To Blackmail °°°The rest of the drive to the Whites was uneventful. They’d given Sean quite a tour of downtown Louisville. The Louisville Slugger Museum & Factory was one Mr. White and Andrew were most excited about. Mr. White promised to visit with them before Sean leaves, but Sean and Jason weren’t that excited. When they passed by the Muhammad Ali Center, they both could hardly contain themselves. They immediately made the decision to visit no matter the cost.Arriving at the Whites, Sean immediately went up to Jason’s room.It was a shared attic bedroom. Initially, Jason and Andrew shared a room till Andrew decided he was ready to have a room to himself. Jason loved the idea of an attic bedroom and decided to move out, insisting on the shared attic bedroom design he’d seen online. He was relentless with asking and finally got his wish after convincing Andrew to help him out by asking their parents to sleep in his room every now and then. Seeing as Jason’s bed was

°°° Lost °°°“Isn’t Sean having breakfast with us this morning,” Andrew asked after sitting at the table. He was clad in his school uniform, black pants with plain white long-sleeved collar shirt. His blue neck tie with white leftward diagonal strips was a bit lose from his neck to allow him eat comfortably, but he looked smart regardless. His dark Navy Omari Suede Italian leather drivers sat on the floor as he ate his breakfast. From the way his feet twitched, one could tell just how excited he was to deep his feet into the brand new shoe.“He went out for a morning run,” Jason finally answered after almost thirty seconds of ignoring his brother.“What’s with the mood? It’s just a question,” Andrew rolled his eyes.Jason gave him a look. He was still mad that Andrew had walked in on their conversation the previous night, but more angry that he couldn’t stay home with Sean. His mood wasn’t what it usually was.“Leave your brother alone Dee,” Ann ruffled Andrew’s Havana brown hair. “He

°°° Behind The Scenes °°°The tweeting of birds up in the trees and the calm winds built an atmosphere of calmness in him. Sean had been jogging since he left the house. In sixty five minutes, he had visited every route connected to the one Dan had asked him to take. He figured that not only was Jason inconsistent with his runs, he was also a lazy runner. He never spent more than fifteen minutes on any route, going to and fro, at least according to Feets."Deactivate in ear instructor," Sean said sitting under a tree. The electronic voice went silent, and at his command, the sound of 50 cent's 'I don't know officer' track ended as well.He opened his bottle of water and drank from it, steadying his breathing pattern. The arm band suddenly beeped and he looked at the screen.||Your Sugar Level Needs A Boost||The words kept flashing with an annoying beep. He sighed as it was at least the fifth time, and the beeping was much louder and the light brighter despite the presence of the risi

°°° Bad Decisions °°°Sean could barely sleep throughout the night. He kept having recurring dreams about the snatching event.It was either he was crushed under the wheels of Melvin's car, sandwiched between Melvin's car and the store, stabbed to death by the slow one who'd intentionally dropped his pace so as to take him unawares, broken his head, neck or spinal cord from his double flip stunt, missed the tree and fell endlessly, or the one with the bag shot him dead.The dreams woke him up almost every eighteen minutes into each sleep.He heaved a sigh of surrender and decided to use the opportunity that sleeplessness presented to pack up his things.In a few minutes, he was done. He wore a black hoodie over a white inner shirt. His Dark blue jeans looked black in the absence of light, as did his dark brown footwear.He walked to Jason's bed and took a picture of the napping lad, laughing softly at the funny face he was making in his sleep. He quietly walked out of the attic bedroo