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 [Author's Note: First and foremost, I would like to thank Lillie and
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   You all inspire me to become a much better writer...  and also a much
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   Chapter II: Amicus
   "Settle down everyone.  Class is about to start" the old and balding
white teacher from earlier told everyone in the class; which made the
laughter die down to my relief.  Everyone then started settling back to
their places and sitting down to their seats.  Just as I was about to do
the same, however, the teacher pointed to me and said, "Since you're
already standing, and you're new in the class, why don't you introduce
yourself, young man?"
   The people in the class all stared at me.  Some of them had neutral
expressions especially the hippies sitting at the back.  Some of them on
the other hand were snickering at me, no doubt because of the recent
incident concerning my private part.  I decided to ignore them all for the
moment as I cleared my throat and started introducing myself.
   "My name is--"
   "BONER KID!" interrupted the black guy with cornrows from before which
merited a high-five from one of his buddies.  This drew a raucous chortling
from everyone in the class much to my embarrassment, and to the displeasure
of the teacher.
   "Later at my office Mr.  Jones", the stern teacher scolded.
   The African-American then tried to plead back, "Come on Mr.  Wickman, I
was just joking", but to no avail.
   "And I am not, Mr.  Jones", the school teacher retorted.
   "But we have basketball practice--"
   "You should have thought of that earlier then."
   "Fuck" was the last word I heard the student mutter, as he was being
consoled by his buddy Marcus.  I was then asked by Mr.  Wickman to continue
my speech.  Again, I cleared my throat and then started speaking.
   "Hello everyone, you can all call me James.  I came from a small town in
Nebraska..."
   This time I found it much to easier to speak as no one dared to
interrupt, for fear of reprisal from the teacher.
   "Wow, detention sure does work wonders at any school", I thought to
myself.
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   "Can anyone here define for me, what is Chemistry?  Anyone?" the
bespectacled chemistry teacher asked the class and waited for anyone to
answer.
   Much to his annoyance, no one even tried.  This left him no choice but
to answer his own question.
   "Well, Chemistry is the study of the composition of..."
   I didn't really pay much attention to the teacher, really.  As he kept
discussing to the class, my attention was transfixed on Marcus and the
ivory-skinned, hot, red-headed girl he was with.  They were sitting a
couple of rows ahead of me on my left, but I could still see them very
clearly.  Both of them were doing inappropriate things while the class was
going on.  There were even a couple of guys who were staring at them like
me, but Marcus and the girl didn't seem to notice, or probably just didn't
care.
   The black man's right hand was inside the girl's jeans and seemed to be
petting something.
   "Damn, he's fingering her", I thought to myself.
   The girl it seemed, was trying to concentrate hard on the lecture but
couldn't.  She then stared at Marcus and tried to say something, but he
just grinned at her and continued touching her.  This went for a few
minutes, until the girl's face contorted into a look of lust, as she bit
her lip and closed her eyes.  She then covered her mouth with her hands
then buried her face on the table soon after, as if trying to conceal the
fact that she came in a midst of pleasure.
   "Ms.  Hartman is something wrong?" the teacher asked, due to noticing
the girl's strange behavior.
   The girl upon hearing this quickly sat back up properly, then replied as
if nothing happened.
   "Um, nothing sir.  It's just a bit hot in here, that's all."
   The teacher looked at the girl quizzically at first as if sensing
something, but decided to just ignore it.  He then wrote on the whiteboard
and resumed his lesson.  The ginger-haired girl then threw a soft punch to
Marcus shoulder and muttered something, to which he replied something back
while grinning.
   "Damn", I said to myself.
   I was jealous at Marcus.  First, he had Mimi, the hot Asian chick, and
now this girl.  The guy was quite popular with the ladies, and hot ones at
that.
   "I hear you, brotha", a classmate of mine who was sitting beside me,
with shaved head and who was also an African-American heard me say.
   He had his arms crossed under his chin while laying his head on the
table.  It seemed to me he also watched the naughty scene a while ago.
   "The name's Chris by the way, Chris Johnson", he introduced himself
while lazily offering his right hand for a handshake, while it was still
dug under his chin.
   "James Smith, nice to meet you", I shook his hand and replied back.
   I totally ignored the lecture and just decided to talk to him, first out
of boredom, and second because he was the first person who was friendly to
me.  I asked him about the "Ins and Out" in the school.  You know, the
unwritten and unofficial rules that the school have, but is not listed in
the school's curriculum, if you catch my drift.
   For example, I asked about the various cliques in the school, the social
rankings, people to avoid, and the hottest girls in campus- typical teenage
boys stuff.  I even found out that he plays as a point guard for the
basketball team, although as a reserve player.  Regarding the people to
avoid, he told me that there were two groups who were most dangerous and
which I should try my best not to encounter and go up against.
   The first group was the 'El Diablillo Rojos' or the Little Red Devils, a
high-school offshoot of the infamous 'El Diablo Rojos', a Mexican gang
widely known for extortion, drug trafficking, kidnapping women and then
prostituting them.  The second group, which I was a bit surprised to find
out because of their popularity with women and because of their status as
athletes, was Marcus' group, who were mostly from the basketball team.
   "Aren't you supposed to be one of them?" I asked Chris figuring that
since he is part of the team, he was also a member of Marcus' group.
   To which he replied, "Nah bro, they're assholes" nonchalantly.
   The bell rang soon after which signaled that it was lunch break.  Chris
invited me to go and have lunch with him and his buddies, and I accepted
the offer.  As people started leaving the class, I noticed Marcus in the
corner in tight lips with the girl he just masturbated a while ago.  With
his gigantic height, he had to lift the girl up in order for them to kiss
each other.  As they were making out, the chemistry teacher tried to stop
them from doing so.  Marcus however turned towards the teacher and glared
at him.  This along with Marcus' imposing presence, intimidated the teacher
and sent him running away scared.
   "I think I see now why he should be avoided", I thought to myself.
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   The whole cafeteria was jam-packed almost to the point of overcrowding.
If it wasn't for Chris inviting me to sit with him for lunch, I probably
wouldn't have been able to find a place to eat.  Judging from the way
people were seated in the cafeteria, it seemed to me that everyone already
had a certain territory.  I saw the "Asian geeks" from this morning's
English class, seated next to the garbage bin and playing a board game. 
Some rude people however threw some of their food waste at them while
shouting profanities and names: "losers, geeks, nerds" The geeks however,
just ignored it and continued playing.  It was as if they were already used
to it.
   "Well, that's where we are eating bro." Chris pointed to a table near
the water fountain.
   There were already three people in it.  One of them, a blonde girl with
pigtails, seemed very familiar to me.  When we reached the table, all three
looked at me.
   "Guys, this is James", Chris told them.
   One by one, he started introducing his friends to me.  Starting from my
left was Joshua "Josh" Goldenstein, a chubby Jewish guy with curly hair
wearing a kippah.
   "Nice to meet you, James", he said.
   Next to him was a silent Indian guy whose first name is Sidhu, and whose
surname I couldn't pronounce properly.  There was something creepy about
him, especially the way he stared at me, and that he said nothing when he
was being introduced.  "He's a bit shy, especially when it comes to
strangers", Josh said to me as if sensing my uneasiness.  Last but not the
least was Amanda Clarke, which I quickly noticed was the very same blonde
girl I met in the lift this morning.  She also seemed to recognize me as
she squinted her eyes and pointed at me.
   "Aren't you the weirdo from this morning?"
   "I'm not a weirdo", I quickly countered back.
   "Oh yes you are!"
   "No, I'm not!"
   "Oh, yes you are!"
   "No, I AM NOT!--"
   "Wow, it seems you two already know each other", Chris said to us while
smiling, ending our little bickering.
   "Oh, he lives in the same building as I do", Amanda replied.
   Josh while unbeknown to the girl looked at me, twitching his eyebrows up
and down while giving me a thumb up, as if secretly telling me that Amanda
was single.  It seemed to me, that he must had some sort of telepathy or
something, as he kind of read my mind.  That or he just sensed my
attraction for the cute goth-looking chick.
   Except for Sidhu who still stared at me, but still didn't speak a word,
all of us kept chatting with each other while having lunch.  I asked my
'new friends' some questions, and they also asked me some in return, mostly
about my family and my life back in Nebraska.  I found out that Josh and
Amanda are both in the Music track, which means their classes were focused
more on music subjects.
   "I play both drums in the school band and in our BAND", Josh said to me
while emphasizing the latter "band" in the end of his sentence.
   To which I asked, "What band?"
   He then told me that all four of them: Chris, Josh, Amanda and
surprisingly, even Sidhu were all part of a garage band.  They called
themselves, "No More Monday", and played punk-rock, ska-punk, and some
reggae.
   "Chris is on keyboards and sometimes turntable, while Sidhu is on bass
guitar and also provides some back-up vocals," Josh explained to me, as I
sensed the pride in his voice.
   I found it very surprising however, knowing that Sidhu can sing because
I still that haven't heard a single word from him since I came.  I was even
thinking that he might be a mute, ignoring the fact earlier that Josh told
me he was just shy when it comes to strangers.  Chris in the band was also
something I found remarkable, considering that he also told me before that
he played for the basketball team.
   "Amanda meanwhile is our vocalist, lead guitarist, and muse."
   Amanda smirked at the last word while rolling her eyes upwards.  She
then quickly reiterated, "Queen", while two of her fingers from each hand
moved up and down, as if mimicking "quotation marks" for emphasis.  This
then made everyone laughed.
   "How about you Josh?  You play any instrument?" Amanda asked smilingly.
   It was then that I noticed that she had dimples.  Under her dark heavy
make-up and several piercings that adorned her face; in her ears, eyebrows,
nose and lips, belied her sunny disposition and beautiful physical
features. I was smitten by her.  I think I was in love.
   "So?" she asked again.
   "I can show you mine in private", I hastily blurted out without
thinking.
   "What?" she looked at me inquisitively while smirking, her left eye were
twitched upwards as if eyeing me curiously.
   I then quickly followed up with, "I mean I would love to learn from you
guys in private", hoping she misheard me the first time.
   Thinking about it though, what I just said felt kind of awkward.
   "You're really weird", Amanda said to me.  For the first time, I think I
kind of agreed.
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   "So how was school, darling?"
   "Great."
   After a memorable first day at school, both with negative and positives,
I was now back home eating dinner with my mum.  She had cooked spaghetti
with meatballs, my favorite, which I chowed down sumptuously.
   "Ows wor fers dey", I asked her without minding the stuffed food in my
mouth.
   She then gave me an immediate slap to my arm, although lightly.
   "Chew your food properly before talking, young man."
   "Sorry", I quickly apologized.
   I forgot that she was quite strict when it came to table manners,
something she inherited from my grandparents.  After chugging down a soda
to clear my throat, I then asked her again.
   "How was your first day?"
   She became silent.  My mum averted her eyes from me, as she stared
somewhere to her left.  Knowing her pretty well, I knew then that something
happened to her at work.
   "You can tell me anything, mum", I said to her reassuringly while
placing my hand on her shoulder.
   She looked at me again and finally opened up.
   "There were some guys who tried to hit on me."
   I didn't know what to say back at first, as things became quiet for a
moment.  It was an awkward topic to talk about really, knowing your mum was
being hit on by men.  I even kind of regretted it a bit that I asked. 
Still, I decided to break the ice, as I asked her a related question.
   "Was it your co-workers?"
   "No, they were customers."
   There was another pause between us.  I tried to stare at her eyes, but
again she kept on avoiding it by looking elsewhere.  I tried to think of
something to say to relieve the tension, but to my surprise, she decided to
talk first.
   "Just don't your tell dad okay?  He already has lots of things to worry
about."
   I nodded and tapped her shoulder.  She then placed her hand above mine,
and then gave me her usual smile.  It was then that I realized that my
mother really loved my father very much.  I even kind of wished that my dad
was present, so he could have seen how lucky he is to have a loyal and
caring wife.  As I stood up from my seat, I said to her, "If you need
anything mum, just tell me okay?"
   "Sure, darling."
   I entered my room and immediately slumped on my bed.  After I threw my
shoes and socks at the floor, I looked up at the ceiling and thought back
at the events that happened in the day.  I flashbacked first to Marcus and
the several girls he had shagged, then to when I was laughed at by everyone
and called, "Boner Kid" by one of my black classmates.
   Thinking back to those events quickly infuriated me, as I stuffed my
face with a pillow.  It was then that pictures of Chris, Josh and even
Sidhu while we were in the cafeteria, appeared in my mind, which eased my
anger a bit.  It made me even start laughing.  After that, Amanda's
beautiful face appeared.  Her blonde ponytails, her metal-chick getup, her
petite figure, and her smile caused a particular swelling on my sexual
organ.  I started imagining her naked while lying on top me.
   "Fuck me James", she said to me seductively.
   Deciding to use the moment, I reached down my pants and pulled my
swollen cock.  As I was whacking off, Amanda's face was then suddenly
replaced by that of a black man.  It was Marcus.
   "FUCK!" I quickly opened my eyes because of it.
   "Honey, is everything alright", my mum said to me while knocking on my
door.
   She must have heard me shout as it was pretty loud.
   "I'm okay, mum!" I quickly replied.  Looking at my dick, it was still
pretty swollen as I haven't ejaculated yet.
   "Damn Marcus, why is it that even in my imagination, you still cockblock
me?"
   I decided to browse online for porno since I was still horny and needed
something to masturbate to.  I typed in the keywords, "hot goth chicks
porn", which resulted in hundreds of websites in the search engine.  I
clicked the one that said, "Metal Sluts" and saw different pictures of
naked girls in various sexual acts.  Several of them wore piercings on
their body and some even had tattoos.
   "This will do", I said as I started whacking off.
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   Five months ago...
   Days passed by quickly, until I realized three months have already gone
by.  While some people still make fun of me at school, calling me "Boner
Kid", especially Marcus' friends, I wasn't treated as a new kid anymore.  I
just ignored those people though and didn't really pay attention to what
they say, because to me, they didn't matter.  What mattered to me was
having fun with my friends.
   (I'm your mamma, I'm your daddy.
   I'm that nigga in the alley.
   I'm your doctor when in need.
   Want some coke?  Have some weed.
   You know me; I'm your friend,
   Your main boy, thick and thin...)
   Within the three months, we hung out and did lots of awesome things
together.  We listened to music and sang to the tunes of different artists
such as Curtis Mayfield, The Beatles, Nirvana, Megadeth, and Sublime while
getting stoned from smoking weed.  It turned out that Chris' grows cannabis
in his room through the use of hydroponics and some artificial lighting. 
He even sells them to his neighbors, for some quick bucks.  It's amazing
what you can learn from high school science classes.
   I also saw them play their music for the first time.  While they were
not great, except for Amanda who really sang exceptionally well, they were
not bad; considering they play in garages.  They always have to tone it
down though, especially when they play at Josh's place.  His dad, Mr.  Seth
Goldenstein, is a man who hated loud music and easily gets irritated by it.
There was one time when his dad came back from work early and slept on
their coach, without Josh knowing.  He was awoken by the loud banging of
the drums and the screeching of the guitar.  Let's just say, he chased us
off with a baseball bat.
   "Fucking kids!  Didn't I tell you not to play that loud music at my
home?"
   Sidhu's place on the other hand, much like his character, was eerily
quiet.  Except when we played Xbox, watched T.V.  or listened to music,
there was really no one or nothing that made a noise in his house.  Even
his whole neighborhood was pretty much the same, based from our
observations; every time we passed by on our way to his crib.  Sidhu's
demeanor probably stemmed from him always being alone by himself at home;
and being a single child at that.  His parents, both doctors who work at
emergencies late at night, were usually out when we visit.
   There was one time though, when we managed to catch up with them at
their home.  His mum cooked us some delicious chicken bits with Indian
curry.  "Chicken Tikka" was the name of the dish I believed.  It being my
first time trying Indian food, I could say that it was lovely.  Amanda
though, didn't seem to like it.
   "Sorry but it's too spicy for me."
   Speaking of Amanda, I finally managed to introduce her to my mum.  While
we weren't technically 'together' because I still haven't really told her
about my feelings, it was a huge step for me.  I brought her to my place
one time after school.  My mum was washing some dishes at the time.
   "Mum, this is Amanda.  Amanda this is my mum", I introduced them to each
other.
   Amanda then was the first one to speak up, "Hello Mrs.  Smith, nice to
meet you."
   "Oh, call me Eva, sweetie", my mum replied as she approached my friend.
   They then proceeded to give each other a peck on the cheek.
   "You have a lovely place, Eva."
   "Why thank you darling."
   Even though Amanda still wasn't my girlfriend, I was nervous as hell.  I
wanted both of them to like each other, as they were both very important to
me.  It was a good thing everything went smoothly- not that I was expecting
them to fight or something of course.
   "Mum, we'll just be in my room", I said to my mum as I led Amanda.
   "Okay honey", she replied back.  I then noticed her giggle, as she wiped
the plates.
   "Wow your mum is really beautiful", Amanda said to me as she laid down
on my bed, with her arms behind her head.
   She was wearing a black sweater, with black stripes that started from
her elbows.  It slightly hid the cups of her breast, but which I still
noticed.  Beginning from her waist on the other hand, she had a pink
mini-skirt which beautifully displayed her legs.  As she turned to face me,
I saw a peek of her panties, which were also black.  Gazing at her, it made
my penis hard.
   "Yeah", I muttered.
   She smiled at me shyly, as if she realized I was gawking at her.  She
decided to change the topic, to relieve the tension between us.
   "Who's that?" she pointed to my James dean poster taped to the door of
my closet.
   "You don't know him?" I replied back while acting like I was offended.
   She shook his head, signaling to me that she didn't.  I then offered my
hand while she looked at me curiously.  She took it and I lifted her up.
   "Come, I'll show you." I then led her to the table near my window where
my laptop is.
   As I showed to her my different clips of James Dean's movies and TV
shows, starting from the "East of Eden", she smiled at me as she asked
different questions,
   "Who's this actress?" she hovered her mouse on a beautiful woman talking
to James Dean.
   "Julia Harris," I then answered her.
   We were both standing up while using the laptop.  Since Amanda was
near-sighted and had poor eyesight, which she covers up by wearing
contacts, she had to lean forward when looking at the thumbnails of some of
the clips.  Because of this she had to arch her back a bit, which gave me a
good view of her ass.  It wasn't large, but not too small either.  It was
pretty and just right for me.
   "Rebel Without a Cause", hmmm...  Looks bad-ass", she uttered.
   As I was about to click the clip that she said, she reached for the
touchpad and accidentally grabbed my hand.  This made us stare at each
other's eyes.
   "Fuck it", I muttered.  I then proceeded to kiss her.
   It seemed to catch her by surprise, as she tried to push me off
slightly. As I placed my arms around her waist, I pulled her closer to me.
It seems the trick worked as she stopped pushing me.  She then placed arms
around my neck, and to my delight, proceeded to kiss me back.  As our lips
were locked unto each other, I opened my mouth a little, and held out my
tongue.  Then, I began to touch her lower lips with it.  Since she didn't
pull away, I took it as an invitation, and decided to touch hers.  Then
magic happened.  Hers met mine, and we began exploring each other's tongue.
   I was determined to have her there.  I decided to go bold by grabbing
the left cheek of her ample ass using my left hand, and squeezing it.  My
right hand clasped the cup of her right tit over her sweater.  I found out
that, like her butt, it was not too big, but not to small either.  It was
just right.
   I probably went too far-- or so I hope I didn't, as she pulled her face
away from mine.  She then stared at my eyes.  Countering this, I stared at
hers back.  She smiled at this, then bit her lip, and to my surprise placed
her head on my shoulder.  I proceeded to hug her tightly, then we resumed
making out.  We got interrupted though, when we heard a knock on the door.
   "Honey!" my mum continued to knock.
   I had to separate from Amanda, who I saw snickering while covering her
mouth with her hand.
   "Just a second, mum!" I shouted as she continued to knock.
   I then opened the door and saw her in a white-fitting dress and some
black heels.  She was also wearing some make-up.  Her hair was tied-up in a
ponytail.
   "Honey, is everything alright?" my mum asked with a curious look.
   In response, I opened the door wider.
   "Hi, Eva", Amanda waved back at my mum, and then smiled as if nothing
naughty was happening between us a while ago.
   "We were just watching some videos." I quickly followed up.
   My mum still had that discerning eye as she looked at me, then Amanda,
as if she tried to detect any hints of subtle and suspicious behavior.  It
seems she gave up though, as she focused her attention back to me.
   "Well, I just wanted to tell you that I'm going out."
   I then asked back, "Where to?"
   "Oh, my friend at work is having her birthday at her home." she
retorted.
   I looked back at Amanda then gave her a signal to wait, as I was going
to escort my mum out.  It seems she understood as she nodded back.  As I
was leading my mum out of our unit, she grabbed a long brown overcoat along
the way, which was laid on top of the couch.
   "Tell your father when he comes back, that I won't be long.  I'll be
back by 11," my mum said, then gave me a kiss on the cheek.
   I nodded back and bid her goodbye, then closed the door.
   "Now where was I?" I smiled deviously, as I rubbed my hands together.
   When I turned around however, I saw that Amanda was already standing
beside me.
   "Sorry but I also have to go", she spoke.
   I was confused so I decided to ask her.
   "What?" I then quickly followed up my first question with, "I mean why?"
   She twiddled her two index fingers together, a mannerism of hers that I
knew very well, which told me that she was a bit nervous.
   "Well, it's getting a bit late."
   Her eyes on the other hand, told me that she was also hesitant to leave,
as it rolled sideways.
   "Really?" I looked at the clock hanging on the wall in the kitchen. 
"But it's only seven-forty."
   "My sister will be back home soon.  Your dad might also."
   She finally looked at me straight, but I can tell that she was getting
more nervous, as she held her fingers in a triangle together; close to her
mouth.  I was thinking of making another excuse, as I grabbed her hand, but
decided not to at the last minute.  I didn't want to force her.  She stared
at me though, probably thinking that I was about to.  I opened the door
instead and led her out while guiding her.
   There was a moment of slight pause as I let go of her hand.  As we stood
face to face, we then stared at each eyes.  It went on for a few seconds
until she decided to break the stalemate.
   She gave a weak smile then uttered, "Really sorry." She then turned and
started heading to the lift, leaving me.
   I just stood and watched her wait for the lift.  I don't know if she
knew that I was looking at her, or if she probably ignored it on purpose.
After some time, the bell rang and she entered it.  Just as I was about to
turn away, I saw from the corner of my eye that she waved goodbye to me.  I
also did the same to her, as the door to the lift closed down.  I then
headed inside.
   "Fuck I need a wank!" I shouted.
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   "Son, are you awake?" my dad knocked on the door.
   I woke up with my pants off and my flaccid cock hanging towards my left.
I tried to search for my phone on the bed as I wanted to know what time it
was, since it was pretty dark and the lights were off.  I was still feeling
sleepy though and my eyes were half-shut, so I decided to just use my hands
in search for it, without looking.  Because of it, I had to wade through
several of my cum-stained tissues before I even managed to find it.  "4:18
AM", displayed the time on my cellphone.
   "Son, are you there?" my dad knocked again.
   "I'm getting up, gimme a sec."
   After putting on my pants, I opened the door, and then saw my dad
standing.  I then said to him,
   "What's the matter?"
   He scratched his head first, and then re-arranged his eyeglasses on his
face, until he finally spoke.
   "Did your mum tell you where she went?"
   "She's still not here?" I asked a rhetorical question in return. 
Thinking back to a few hours ago, as I rubbed my chin, I then remembered
what my mum told me.
   "She said she was headed to a friend's birthday party."
   "Did she say what time she was going to come back?"
   "Around 11?" I said sounding unsure.
   Despite the blurry image, I could still see that my father was worried
and tensed.  He was looking down at his feet.  I touched him on the
shoulder, and pushed him off a little to the side, as I made my way out my
room.  After turning on the lights near the kitchen, I guided him to seat
beside me on the couch.  It was then that I also noticed that he was a bit
drunk, judging from his color and the smell emanating from him.  "So have
you tried calling her?" I asked, to which he replied with a simple, "Yes".
   I went back to my room and grabbed my phone in the bed.  After browsing
through several contacts in my phonebook, I found mum's number.  I then
pressed the "Call" icon and waited for some seconds.
   "Hi, this Eva Smith, sorry I can't get your call.  Please just leave a
message, thanks!" The call went straight to voice-mail.  I was now
beginning to worry.
   "Mum, if you hear this please call me back."
   I left a message, in the hope that she'll receive it.  While a part of
me was feeling bothered from her still not being at home at this late hour,
and her phone that seems to be turned off, I decided to reassure myself
that my mum is safe.
   "She probably just had too much drink at her friend's birthday party,
and her friend insisted she stay at their home, out of concern." I thought.
   In regards to her phone, "she probably ran down the battery that's all".
I then went back to my dad.
   "She probably just had too much drink at her friend's birthday party,
and her friend insisted she stay at their place, out of concern," I said,
repeating to him what I thought of a while ago.
   My dad didn't say anything back though.  He was slumped forward from the
couch, while his hands were joined close to his mouth.  He just stared at
the floor without any reaction.
   I and my dad clearly were not used to this kind of situation.  My mum
was the kind of person who was always home at these hours.  And when she's
not, she always calls back to tell us where she is, and when she's going to
come back.  This was the first time she has managed to stay past this late
though.  I looked at the clock in the kitchen and it now said "4:52".
   "Probably wait for a few more minutes", I told myself.
   I paced around the kitchen as I waited for my mum to arrive or at least
call back.  Both didn't happen though.  I look at the time, and it was now,
"5:14".  Now I was really worried.
"Let's go to the police", I told my dad.  It seems he agreed, as he
stood up and looked at me.
   "Get the keys."
   "Where is it?" I asked back.
   "In the drawer of my bedroom"
   As I was about to head out to get the keys however, I heard the buzzer
sound on our front door.
   "It's probably her," I told myself.
   My dad looked at me and signaled to open the door.  So I started
walking. When I reached the door, I halted when I heard two voices.
   "So this where you live?" said a masculine-voice.  A woman who sounded
like my mum then replied, "Yeah."
   I was really curious, so I decided not to look at the peephole anymore.
After I turned the knob and opened the door, what greeted me however,
shocked me.
   "Hi, sweetie", my mum said in a weak voice.
   She had smeared lipstick and running mascara all over her face.  Her
hair was messed-up.  Looking at her body, I saw that her white dress was
torn.  Her right breast was even exposed, which she covered with her left
hand.  A large, black jacket which was about twice bigger than her body was
draped around her.
   Beside my mum, stood a very tall dark man, much taller than I was, with
massive muscles that rippled from his white tank-top.  He had shaved hair,
very strong facial features, and stubble.  A large platinum chain, with the
word "Loyalty" hung on his neck.  The man was holding on to the left waist
of my mum supporting her, while she had her right arm on his shoulder.  He
looked surprised, just as I was.
   "Marcus?" I said, while clearly appalled.
   He then smiled at me back then said, "Hey buddy, what's up?"
  
Chapter 02- Amicus (MF Mf hs)