Instinct & Reason

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The tall medium built teen looked out the window and sighed; it was his third day at this school and he didn’t like it at all. The teachers always shouted and taught lessons way too hasty, the kids were never friendly; because he has been there for three days now and no one has ever said anything to him. It wasn’t as if it wasn’t his fault though; he never showed any approachable kind of outlook, how could he, especially with his condition that would show its ugly head during extreme stress. His body language always gave off an unapproachable aura or a blank stare that was the symbolic feature of nothingness, almost as if a big question mark was over his lock covered head.

He couldn’t lie though, it was beginning to take a toll on his mental stability that would sometimes affect him physically; drop in appetite and more susceptible to sicknesses, recently he was just getting over a cold he had. Most of the time he was off by himself studying or just much needed unwinding by listening to music or playing games on his Playstation Portable®, to him it was getting old, but he didn’t feel like using energy and getting stressed out worrying on first impressions.

Wednesday didn’t promise anything different from what the last two days provided. Mrs. Palmyra would probably give him a chapter testimony to be due the following day and in Advanced Physics build a bridge out of cardboard, yarn and some plastic straws and who knew what else? SAT’s were coming up in the next two months and luckily even if the stress takes effect on that day he could fall back on the low nine hundred and ten, which he made last time.

Snapping him out of his line of thoughts the bell rang, signaling another shift to a different class, Advanced Physics. Last to come to class, the male short fat teacher peered at him from behind thick glasses.

“Alright class, you know what we will be doing today.” The stubby man smiled wickedly behind his desk which had three boxes placed neatly on it. “We are going to make bridges.” The classroom atmosphere was filled with disappointed sighs and one or two paper balls. “I’m going to put you into groups and set you up with a team manager that will be based on your Physics skill.

A bead of sweat escaped from the back of the boy’s neck and soaked into his t-shirt collar. The teacher started to call names and as fast as he could he crunched the numbers; ‘an odd number of students and teams of three, there are sixteen students so that’s sixteen divided by three which is five remainder one.’ There was hope he might be that remainder one and work by himself…

“…Mr. Akidas with Ms. Lewis and Ms. Thomas team captain will be Ms. Lewis.” The class turned to look at the outsider then at the two girls who didn’t seem to mind too much. Ms. Lewis who was a dark skin, solid shape not too skinny and not too fat, she had a beautiful face well formed sized chest and goes the same about her hips, long black hair which she always kept nice. She hung out with her own clique, she was in most of the academic competitions but every once and a while you would see her on the field running laps and getting physical. Ms. Thomas was the most popular girl in the grade and possibly the entire school; bright slender straight long ebony hair, she wasn’t too physical and didn’t do clubs, her boyfriend leader of the football team, a typical jock; red sports car, big house, wild parties and so on.

“Team leaders come up here and get your two sheets of cardboard, ten plastic straws and yarn.” The teen watched as his team captain walked up to the front of the class and got the material and took a seat next to him and Ms. Thomas didn’t take too long to join them.

“Okay, my name is Nikita Lewis or Nikki and since we are going to be working together we have to have some sort of way of communication this is my cell number.” She started to write down on two pieces of paper her cell phone number and handed it to the girl opposite her, “Her you go Coffee and uhmmm I never ever got your name, you’re the new kid right?”

“Yea you don’t talk much don’t you?” Coffee turned to stare at him along with the stares from Nikki.

“Alex.” The boy answered stoically. His heart was racing like crazy and he felt his stress coming back like a dam had broken, ‘I hate first impressions’ He thought to himself.

“Well, Alex you’re too quiet for someone cute like you.”

“Yea you should get out more and talk to more people and stop frowning and wearing that blank facial expression you’re too cute for that.” Coffee added. The stress that came like a wave stopped and calmed out immediately. Confidence over came total embarrassment and he liked the little seconds of praise they gave to him. That meant that they did notice him, it caused him to question himself; he didn’t know much about them at all, he didn’t know who they really were, just their status in school, and their clique. They knew though that he didn’t talk to anyone and his facial expressions and noticed his physical appearance.

The class ended and they had already known what kind of bridge was being built and that they would meet up in the library tomorrow morning to discuss the construction.

School was out and Alex wasn’t the one to stick around after school that is unless someone held him back, “Mr. Akidas please follow me.” The school counselor, a skinny woman, large glasses an executive like attire and her hair in a tight bun. She led him to her small air conditioned office. For the best, the office was rather neat, stacks of filling draws where in one space and no miscellaneous papers were scattered all over her desk. She had a small television mounted on a wall mount in the top corner of the office and almost directly in front of her desk where she opened her laptop a swiveling lazy boy chair. “Mr. Akidas I was scanning through your files and noticed you have a condition…”

The adolescent’s heart skipped a beat and he swallowed an ever growing lump in his throat, there it was again that stress that would attack him ever chance it had. “… It says you have a mental disorder that causes extreme bursts of mental instability and chronic fatigue.” Alex started to sweat despite the cool office; his palms started to stick to the insides of his pockets and he couldn’t focus anymore. “I never heard of such an illness, could you please…” Before she could finish her sentence her phone rang and Alex took this chance to runaway bursting out of the office and escape out of the school building.

With speed he didn’t know he possessed he mounted his street bike and sped off the campus grounds. The highway was crowded and rush hour traffic had built up due to an accident, good thing it was cloudy because he would have surely fried to death. He took the time to catch his breath from his encounter with the counselor then assessed the situation on the highway, bumper to bumper for miles and the rain look like it was going to fall on him any time now. Grabbing the helmet which was strapped to the back section of the bike and put it on, he took a deep breath and gunned the bike down the middle of traffic zipping inches from other motorist’s rear view mirrors at sixty miles an hour.

He made it home as soon as the rain started to pour and struggled with the tarp he used to cover up his bike; weighing down the edges with pieces of heavy, weathered and moldy pieces of four-by-four. The rain was torrential and you could see why this season was known as the rainy season. After closing the apartment door behind him he looked around the disorderly front room littered by clothing, dirty plates, beer bottles, plastic disposable cups and prescription medicine containers.

Being home was a big issue for the youngster, the constant arguments his mother and father had affected him mentally and would trigger his attacks, and with his brother having to deal also with his parents arguing he would take it out on the youth; black eyes, purple cheeks no physical facial abuse was new to him. He even got a broken nose but blamed it on being careless at the playground. His father beat him and mother cursed him that’s when he snapped. He went on a rampage destroying the house and attacking anyone in it; he went mad and he felt hot, his movements were rash and violent and didn’t have any strategy behind it, only brute strength and extreme hate. It ended up with both his parents and brother going into the hospital. It took a riot squad to detain him and a medical team to sedate him properly. His neighbors started rumors saying that, “The demon in the child finally showed its head.”

He had to be in a rehabilitation center for three years before letting him back into society and keeping his record very limited. They sent him to another state in order to get away from his past because it may start another ‘attack’ so they called it. The government even stepped in and paid for low cost economic apartment and got him into a school and not to mention a vehicle of his choice. They even gave monthly stipends of eight hundred dollars; he didn’t know why they treated him so kindly but for the time being he didn’t care.

He threw his backpack on the already disorganized floor and headed straight to the kitchen; looking in the small fridge he could see moldy cheese, outdated milk and then there was the some craft singles that were on the verge on going bad, he couldn’t risk that it could be bad for tomorrow. It was going to bed hungry for tonight again for the third time for the week. In a desperate chance to escape the cramping in his stomach he went out on the porch and watched the rain fall. He found the rain comforting in a way and found it quite enjoyable when the gentle spray and winds would caress his face.

“Alex! What the hell are you doing outside in this weather! Boy get your ass inside right now!” A senile old woman came outside and peered over at Alex who was also living in the same apartment complex. She was at least eighty and she was rather lonely, her husband had died about two years back and she always got her necessities from her son or grandson that would pull up in their expensive cars and here it is fifty percent source of their own existence lives in an apartment complex all by her lonesome.

“Hi to you too Ms. Johnson , nice to see you’re round and about.” Alex answered in a sarcastic tone.

“Boy don’t you take that damn tone with me you youngling, if you don’t get your ass out of that weather you’re going to get a very bad cold.”

“Thanks for your concern Ms. Johnson but you know I always do this and I haven’t gotten sick yet, so please spear me the lecturing for today.” The boy heard the neighboring door slam shut and the violent drawing of curtains and knew once again he was alone. Watching as cars splashed through the puddle that grew into a small pond he started to think; think of his life and his past and of course his future.

About fifteen minutes into his pass time he saw a car sputter to a halt in front of his yard. It was a familiar Volkswagen Beatle and it had only had at least one year usage to its name on the body, he watched in amusement as the person banged at her wheel, pull at her seat belt and cursed loudly. Alex didn’t care it was a usual thing for cars to cut off in the miniature pond what he didn’t expect is a familiar face to come out of the car.

Coffee didn’t know what happened, somewhere along leaving the little get together her boyfriend was at, she got lost finding her way back home. Ended up driving down this small quiet neighborhood road, then drowning the car in a huge puddle, she bashed on the steering wheel and cursed loudly catching the attention of a familiar face, which looked at her from under his porch roof.

“Alex?” She questioned herself, trying to focus on the being from under heavy tears. Without any thought she unbuckled herself from the seat belt and abandoned the car to the still rising puddle. She made a mad dash to his porch and took the seat on the side of him.

Curiosity written all over his face, as he starred at the soaked girl, feeling that her day wasn’t going as well as it should he told her to hold on as he disappeared into his apartment. He came back out holding a towel and a thick comforter. She took them, using the towel she started to dry off and tell her long tale of her messed up day.

“Well it started off when, I got a text from one of my spies that a boyfriend of mine, was being a little too familiar with a friend of his at one his so called family get together’s.” Her eyes were slits and that first proclamation obviously grew deeper than that. “So I went to the address and saw him there, all over this other girl, so I confronted his ass.” Surprisingly her voice was still calm and collected but her dark brown eyes were smoldering. Honestly Alex didn’t want to be anywhere near this female. If he had somewhat of a choice he would have thrown a smoke bomb on the ground and vanish. “I slapped that no good nigga’ so hard his grill came out and landed in the party’s cake. I never felt better.” A menacing smile broke out onto the girl’s face, almost like an infection that would cause chronic splitting of the face between the nose and chin. “On my way back home I got lost and I think you know the rest.”

Alex only could stare and put on a fake smile, inside he was as uncomfortable as a lamb in a lion’s den. “What are you going to do now?” His voice barely understood over the loud rain drops.

“I don’t know, really. Probably move on.” Her voice was hollow, now the hurt was evident. “I thought I found someone serious and really loved me.” He never saw her like this and in his inexperience simply sat down on the side of her continued to watch the rain fall.

“What are you going to do, with your car?” His voice in monotone and emotionless rang into her ear, but didn’t register right away.

“I don’t know, probably have to call a tow truck to come and get it. Hope your parents don’t mind me staying here for a while.” She added ignorantly.

For a split second Alex back went rigid but quickly relaxed and answered, “I live with no one but myself.” His tone once again dead and hollow, almost causing a cold gust to blow across the duo.

“You live by yourself, as in no one to bother you, no one to tell you what to do, no one to tell you how to live. Where are they? Are they somewhere in another state or something?”

“You talk a lot don’t you?” She took the hint and ended the topic right there.

A moment of silence fell over the two for about ten seconds, one not sure how to start the conversation up again and the other feeling as if he didn’t have to. “Uhmmm… Can I use the phone to call the tow truck please?” Her voice chimed.

“Well, you could use my cell.” He said holding out his cell phone. Slowly reaching for it she stopped, “Hey what about the project how are you coming along with that.”

“Well I haven’t actually, but I did something like that back in primary school so I have a lock on everything.” As soon as he had finished a huge truck sped by, and made what looked like a tidal wave from the puddle and doused the two.

She screamed and curses littered the air as Alex looked down at his wet clothes, and looked over to Coffee who had her clothes matted to her body. He ushered her inside and she sat on one of the stools he had offered her. She looked around the apartment and scowled a little.

“Yea I have bad clean up habits, hold on.” He dashed into his room and came out with another towel and comforter and a garbage bag and started his clean up; in no time the rug was cleared of debris and the couch wasn’t too bad either and she took refuge there.

He went into the kitchen and covered his nose as he started to remove old moldy and decrepit food out of the fridge and into the bag. Returning back to the front room he saw that his guest had fallen asleep comfortably on the couch. He sighed and looked out the window at her car that had water over the bottom of her car door and sighed knowing full well the car wasn’t moving from that spot no time soon especially with the forecast stating that it will rain until morning.

He couldn’t help but smile a little when he looked at the girl cuddling into the comforter as he closed his room door, leaving it ajar just in case she woke up screaming when she found out she ended up sleeping in the boys quarters.

It was about two in the morning, when heard a heavenly voice echoed through his subconsciously carnal brain, “Mom?” He questioned ignorantly, eyes still closed and brain still in auto-pilot.

“Alex it’s me Coffee.” One of his eyes opened slowly to see the girl leaning over him, worry etched over her face as she cleared a strand of hair from her features.

“Just lock the door behind you.” He answered as he threw the covers over himself.

“The car is still swamped, I need a ride.” At that the teen looked up at her with both eyes fully open.

“I ride a motor bike, I can’t do you want me to call a cab for you?”

“No it’s okay I’ve been on the back of a bike before.” He saw no way in getting out of this, so groggily he got up and threw on a shirt over his singlet. He had fallen asleep with jeans on, a habit with he had from when he was a kid. He would sleep in what ever he wore that day.

She followed him out the door, locking it behind her. He unveiled his Yamaha Red street bike and her eyes lit up. She saw the bike in the parking lot, lots of times but never really been this close to the vehicle. He started it up and it sounded wonderful.
With a flick of the wrist the engine, revved up and she got on the back, wrapping both arms round the boy and felt him tense under the embrace.

He sighed and pulled off, down the driveway with ease and perfect clutch work with the girl on the back. The road was still damp so he was sure to be extra careful taking the back streets instead of the interstate. He didn’t want any accidents, even though the constant traffic lights had him using his legs as kick stands more than usual.

At the third stop light she told him to make a right and he complied; the easy right put him through the entrance of a residential area where the trees leaned over the road making a natural canopy. Rain drops constantly dropped from the leaves and the fallen wet leaves stuck to the road a clear rationale of last night’s storm.

After another ordered right, the boy encountered a black Impala blocking the road. He stopped the bike and analyzed the surroundings; wide sidewalks, no obvious pedestrians, hedges, huge houses with a lot of yard. A lot of the vehicles were in their garages, it was still four thirty in the morning by the way. This analyzing was something he had learned from his father.

FLASHBACK

Their car was stuck in traffic on the interstate, a vehicle had just flipped over seven times and burst into flames and the person got trapped inside when it exploded. They saw the explosion about two miles away and traffic started to back up shortly after that.

His father, same complexion and basically the same facial features talked to him after seeing the explosion.

“Son let me tell you something, whenever you get the chance, notice your surroundings. Hiding spots, desperation areas, weapons, escapes and conditions. You never know when you will have to use any of them and when you do have to use them you don’t have to look around.”

The boy was affixed on the burning wreck he could barely make out the charred corpse in the vehicle.

END FLASHBACK

“Coffee who’s the loser baby, you know I am the only guy for you.” The tall dark individual shouted to her over the roof of his Impala.

She took off the helmet and looked at him with burning fury in her eyes. “Fuck you Damien you don’t love me like you said, you thought I was just some piece of ass!”

“Baby sleeping by another guys house right after, isn’t something that spells different than H. O. E. babe.”
At that she had put back on Alex’s helmet, “Carry me home.” Alex drove pass the Impala.

“Don’t drive pass me like that homeboy, you want to die?” The sound of the bike shifting gears in the distance was his only answer.

He pulled up to her huge house, Mercedes parked in the drive way and lush lawn complimented the beautiful old style designed house.

“See you later Alex, thanks.” He put on the helmet and was about to answer when he heard a vehicle coming with speed behind it. He looked back to see the black Impala power slide the corner after starting to accelerate right for him as an occupant leaned out the window a rifle in his hand.

No more evidence was needed for the teen to twist the throttle all the way and explode away from the girl in smoke, the gunman in the Impala not acknowledging the girl and continued chasing the bike and opened fire every five rounds fired in an attempt to gun the boy down.

Alex was afraid to say the least, but not to the point where he couldn’t think. He was in foreign land and didn’t know any back streets to avoid the boys. He could only out maneuver them.

Banking a corner with fatal speed and wet roads, he down shifted and exploded out of the residential area and on to Parkway road , the alternate to the Interstate. Making a mad dash to an area where he was sure to lose the boys. Looking in the rear view mirror he could see they were still on him because they shot that same rear view mirror clean off.

He was pissed and slammed the rear brake, the Impala not noticing how fast the bike decelerated; Alex had already reached the passenger side shooter and stole the gun and rammed the metal right back into the occupants right cheek knocking him out and breaking the bone. The Impala made a sharp right as an attempt to knock the boy off his bike.

Alex only slammed the brake and avoided the maneuver and did an emergency spin whiles dancing on the front tire and turned around the other way. Damien angry now, spun around and continued to chase down the wrong side of the highway.

Finally reaching the interstate and morning rush hour traffic had already filled the damp highway. There was no way he would catch the teen now.

Alex pulled up in his drive way and examined the broken rear view mirror. His pay wouldn’t be coming in until next week and he started to feel stressed. This kind of thing he never had to do before. It was like something out of a gang violence film, he would watch on BET.

School was going to start any minute now and he hadn’t even bathed. It took him two hours to gather the courage and mental stability to pull up in the school yard. His bike hidden and far from any of the other students’ vehicles, he noticed the black Impala in the lot and tensed. He walked into class, all eyes on him as if the school already knew what went down this morning. During the whole class it felt as if he was the center of attention. Even his teacher seemed to be extra intrigued in the boy. Not good for his condition. The bell rang for first break and he never seemed to hate the bell as much as he did right now. Maybe because this meant he was now vulnerable for any kind of attacks.

He was the last to leave the class and looked out the door and looked around before making quick haste to his locker. Whiles taking his gym clothes out of the locker a hand gripped his shoulder and he spun around quickly and almost broke his neck.

“Coffee! Shit I thought you were that guy.” He explained.

“Alex you have to get out of here…” She couldn’t finish before he was tackled to the ground and punched twice in the mouth by Damien.

“What’s the problem newbie can’t run anymore.” He and his cronies lifted up the dazed boy and took him to the gym, by now the whole school had formed a following audience and cheered on the bullies. The brutes threw Alex in the boys changing room showers and turned on the hot water, leaving the audience outside to only imagine what kind of ass whooping he would encounter whiles being alone inside there. His clothes getting soaked and the fog beginning to blind the already dazed boy, then the onslaught began. Punches and kicks came from everywhere cracking bones and cutting skin. He even felt what felt like a bat or some sort of hollow object hit his back; he could hear it echo after making contact. The audience face contorted from hearing the metal hit against something making a deep thump. Cursing and laughter could be heard echoing through the changing rooms’ door.

He couldn’t hear or see anymore after that, he just felt pain then he heard it, somewhere distant, as soft as a whisper in a train station, “Kill them.” He felt the onslaught stop as though they were just looking at him, seeing what he would do next. He got up slowly shaking and obviously in a lot of pain.

With inhuman speed he grabbed one of the boys face and slammed his head into the hard porcelain tile, it cracked under the force and the boy’s head made a long blood trail as he slumped to the floor. The others looked in horror as the boy lay on the floor limp; he looked dead. He turned and loc ked on to the others and pounced, one getting a head butt to the mouth taking teeth and knocking him out instantly.

The last two boys stood there, the one with the baseball bat and Damien himself. With the little courage he could muster he swung the bat and to his surprise it was caught by Alex then ripped away from him. Then in shock he froze and watched as the bat made contact with his knee from the side and easily snapped it from under him and he hollered in pain as he crumpled to the ground clutching his thigh.

Damien in desperation pulled a knife out of nowhere and launched forward and was able to sink it into Alex’s left shoulder, he snickered thinking he had finally taken the monster down only to feel a powerful blow to his gut and in response he ripped the knife from Alex’s shoulder and rammed it into his side. He looked up to see no expression on Alex’s face only humor as he swung the aluminum bat at the boy hitting him right at the back of his neck at the base of his skull knocking him out instantly.

Alex looked down at his side, his senses coming back to him; first his sense of hearing. He could hear the gym teacher banging on the changing room door, screaming for the boys to come out right now. Then of sight, he was no longer seeing in red tint and he could see everything clear now; from the fog covered room and blood streams scurrying to the drain as if the substance was running away, to his own blood that littered his own clothing and finally he felt the pain that hit him like a mighty lightning bolt that was sent personally from god himself. It was so much pain he couldn’t scream he only could look down at the knife jutting out from his side he slowly dropped to the floor and once again things started to go quiet, the pain started to subside and darkness started to cover his eyes. He saw the gym teacher running towards him and kneeling down in front of him before yelling something to the other teachers and kids behind him looking over the teacher’s shoulder, then nothing. It went black and then he was lost.

He stood there not as a sixteen year old teen but one as an eight year old child. Everything black, he was shrouded in it. The cold darkness, he didn’t dear to move, he just balled up and hid under his own arms. His small body shook from the blistering cold and looked up to see a figure, someone he was sure not to see.

“Alex I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen, wake up. We have a project to do remember?” He tried to answer her back but something was in his throat and he couldn’t.

Then another face, he didn’t expect; “Hey it’s me Nikki, Alex, some way for you to start the school year huh? You just got too caught up that’s all. Coffee told me everything, but I really need for you to get up though, we have a bridge to build.”

Alex’s eyes opened to see a dark ward. He was in a lot of pain one in his shoulder the other in his side. He squeezed his eyes shut and prayed to the gods to take the pain away from him. Small beeps could be heard speeding up to his left. He struggled to turn his head and saw the machine then looked to the other medical devices anesthesia and some sort of feeding tube jammed in his nose and down his throat. He was exhausted to say the least; he must have been out for a long time whiles being sedated for that said time. The room was freezing and he could hear other beeps going off in the room and looked and could barely make out the other beds behind his translucent curtain that bordered his space in the critical condition ward.

He tried to remember what had happened as to why he ended up in the hospital in the first place. Only short bursts of visual recollection would come to him, him riding his bike real fast, being scared almost to death then a horrified face then nothingness. Only that cold dark realm was all he remembered so vividly, he didn’t want to go there anymore he hated that place. It was his second time there, and then it hit him like a semi.

He another one of those abnormal mental bursts just like the one he had when he was just a kid. He couldn’t remember what really happen back then either and the doctors would just feed him “Ums” and “It’s just a condition you have, and you’ll be fine.” followed by a lolly-pop. He was too old for the sugary treat but not for the other excuses.

He found himself staring at the ceiling as some sort of escape from the pain; trying to lose his senses in the lines of the ceiling design. He followed one particular line that seemed to never leave the confines of his vision when looking up through the curtain frame. No matter how long he followed he never found the end.

He got distracted when a gentle swoosh broke the eerie noises of the beeps, cracks and whistles from the medical machines. He couldn’t make out the silhouette through the translucent drapes. They were approaching his bed, a slight panic shrill ran down his back to his pelvis did a complete one-eighty around his right big toe and doubled back up his spinal cord and to his voice box, but nothing came out only a grunt that was little over a decibel.

The curtains were gently pulled back and he could clearly see a nurse gently tapping on a syringe trying to get all the air out of it. Then with skilled hands found his vein and pushed the whole of the thick substance in his arm, which immediately felt as if on fire then no sooner his whole body reacted and his whole body was on fire. The beeps from his machines sped up and he squeezed his eyes shut as he allowed the fire to consume his senses and slip back into darkness.

His eyes opened to find him still being in that room just another scene, the curtains weren’t there anymore, he saw a doctor standing in front of his bed back to him, note pad in hand and stethoscope securely around his neck like earphones. In front of the doctor a group of about two, two females in fact, his eyes barely open and vision being blurred he could put identities to blurs.

Suddenly a squeal and then one of the blurs ran to his bedside. “Alex, you’re awake we missed you!"

His eyes struggled to focus on the two occupants before him, but he could recognize the voice it was Nikita talking so no doubt in his head Coffee was accompanying her. He finally sorted out the blurs and he could easily see their beautiful faces, he strained a smile but his whole body was so numb he was sure that didn’t come out right. He turned his head to the right as to find a more comfortable position as he listened to the two ladies. He could see a familiar face in the other bed. He just couldn’t put his finger on it and finally gave up.

The other girls were still talking about what he missed in school and how the whole incident affected the student body. He tried to make sense of the whole conversation but had a hard time picking up on their vocals. His head felt hollow and everything the girls said sounded as if it was being repeated over and over as other sentences entered the noise of the previous ones’ continual repetition.

A gentle “ding” went off in the rooms and both girls looked up to the speaker, “I guess that’s it baby-boy, we’ll come back tomorrow to pick you up and get you out of here. We have bridges to build remember?”

He watched as the girls’ slender hips danced from view and about five minutes later the beeps were now the dominant noises in the ward. He looked back to the right and struggled to focus on the face he found so familiar, then he finally knew, Damien. He snickered a little at the fact that that guy wouldn’t be leaving tomorrow like he would. He had already made up his mind that he wouldn’t ask the doctors what had happened.

Around three o’clock the next day, he was being ushered out of the Pacifica Hospital with the two girls at his side. He looked back at the twenty story hospital and frowned. He always found himself to this particular hospital. They had to pass the second closest government medical facility, Clear View . He didn’t have time to think of it and he had eased himself into the Nikki’s Volvo . The twenty mile trip home had him asleep within the first five.

“Hey Nikki what do you really think what happened in those changing rooms?” Coffee was really in deep thought about the whole situation because one; she felt as if she caused it and two, she felt some sort of close relationship to the interloper.

“I don’t know Damien and his goons ended up in the hospital just like Alex, I know one of the nurses there from when I did summer internship and they all had serious injuries. Johnson has a fractured skull and a concussion. Geremee has a broken patella and shattered leg he has to go through months of reconstructive surgery, Feecil has a broken jaw and missing teeth and has to see an orthodontist tomorrow.”

“Wow that’s a lot of damage from baby-boy here.” Coffee commented pointing behind her at the sleeping teen.

“The weird part is though, that Alex was not even examined by the same doctor. An expert physician was called in by the government and they where told not to touch him and to keep all his medications and treatment to a special med team. All his records were confidential and not even my inside friend could get a hold of them. The cops that were called in were even told to ‘delay’ the questioning and investigation, but you know Damien’s parents are going to get private investigators anyway.” Nikki had really gathered her knowledge on this whole situation and was just as worried as Coffee was.

“School is going to be awkward tomorrow, not to mention at home life, my parents already gave me the Spanish inquisition routine, especially how they are the head of the neighborhood committee.” Coffee explained.

“I know what you mean, my parents had already set a curfew, that whole incident was all over the news, the whole of Pacifica knows about the fight.” Coffee sighed in response and massaged her temples in an act to relieve the building stress.

Coffee stole a glance at the resting male in the back seat and couldn’t help but smile at him. “He is cute though.” The girls laughed and continued the drive to Alex’s apartment.

“Sir, Alex Akidas has been quieted for the time being but there are talks of Damien parents hiring a private investigator to look deeper into the situation.” The government official read off as she looked down at the clipboard. She had a tight body, one that seemed as if she stayed in the gym and took good care of herself. She had beautiful female features and her black short hair complemented her Indian skin perfectly.

“Ms. Jacobs , who is this Damien fellow and who are his parents?” The commander boomed after twisting his large leather chair around to face her.

“Damien Powers, his mother Michelle Wesley and son of Lyon Powers, his mother mainly wants to press charges on Mr. Akidas.” The official responded.

“That’s funny; they gang the boy and don’t expect him to defend himself?” He laughed at the whole situation. “Try to keep this whole state of affairs in control we don’t want anyone to track this back to us, some things not even the president knows and I want it to stay that way. We don’t need another to end up like Mr. Akidas’ father.” The official saluted the commander and took leave out of the office.