Brian became dumbstruck after Lana dropped the bombshell. Charlene's mouth hung open, Melanie covered hers while Dalton was the one who spoke in astonishment. "She's-what now?" "The person that called said she tried to carry out an abortion, but...it..." Tears streamed out of her eyes. Brian didn't need the complete statement to understand. His ex-girlfriend was dead. Alexia Baker was gone from this world forever. Brian exhaled deeply. Perhaps, if he was still dating her he would have burst into tears and rushed to the hospital like an insane person to hug her corpse and cry harder. But he didn't do that. His sadness for her death wasn't overwhelming. She wasn't worth his tears. But that didn't mean he wanted her dead. Alexia, just like Patricia, did horrible things but they didn't deserve death. They could have changed their ways and lived better. "I told her not to do it. This is all my fault." Lana continued crying, refusing to wipe her cheeks which were wet with tears. "
"SURPRISE." Brian's heart skipped as applause and cheers filled his ears. He blinked repeatedly and looked. The living room was crowded with a lot of people, at least two dozen and they were all clapping and cheering. Edward and Rosanna stood in front of them with smiles on their face. Conan was behind them, grinning. About two dozen of Nightbirds, Gray Guardians, and Butterflies also filled the room. Brian looks around. There was a line of flag pennants attached to the ceiling, together with flags with letters forming the word, "Happy Coronation." "Welcome home, honey." Rosanna stepped forward and hugged Brian. "I...you guys didn't have to throw a welcome home party for me," Brian said after they separated. "This is not a welcome home party, silly." Rosanna laughed softly. "What is it then?" Edward stepped forward to explain. "Well, it's the tradition of the Addams to celebrate the heir of the family on their eighteenth birthday. Kinda like an heir coronation. But with the gi
In a little cafe in Star City, Brian and his two friends and co-workers, Melanie and Charlene, watched as the last customer left the cafe. "Finally." Brian yawned, to express his tiredness. "Let's pack up and go home. I haven't written my assignment," said Charlene. "Home will have to wait for some time," Melanie said and nudged her head at the door. The door opened, causing Brian to turn. He frowned when he saw the group of girls that had just entered. Charlene groaned. "Can't Patricia and her cronies find somewhere else to eat? It's nine o'clock for crying out loud." "The things we do to earn a living. Be a good girl and do the honors of collecting their orders, Charlene." Charlene rolled her eyes and approached the table where Patricia and her three friends sat. The door opened again and two people walked in. Brian sighed. Do people sleep at all? As they got closer, Brian knitted his brows. One of the people who just walked in was Raymond Kevorkian, the richest student in t
Brian blinked. "Pardon?" "I said get on your knees, kiss my shoes, and apologize," Raymond repeated impatiently. Brian stared at Raymond with deep hatred, wishing he could throw him out through the window. It's one thing to apologize to Raymond, now he was expected to kneel and kiss his shoes? "If you don't, you can leave," His boss added. Brian pondered on this. If he didn't do it, he would lose his job. But the thought of kneeling before Raymond alone irked him a lot. But his job was at stake. Brian's knees buckled slowly. Raymond smiled, thinking his plan worked well. Meanwhile, unknown to anyone except her, Patricia was getting the whole moment on video. She bit her lips in anticipation. If she caught this embarrassing moment on camera and posted it on her I*******m account, she could get a lot of likes and new followers. However, to the disappointment of everyone except Melanie and Charlene, Brian straightened before his knees could touch the ground. "No. No way. I can'
His saviors were a group of three men with huge biceps and muscles, dressed in ripped jackets, T-shirts, and jeans. Their whole arms were covered with tattoos. Bandanas of different colors were tied on their head, covering their hairs. The man in the middle had dark shades on and he had piercings on his nose. Brian guessed they were some of the gangsters who hung out in the alley. He chuckled nervously. "Hello. Thanks for the help. I'll be leaving now." He wanted to walk out from there as soon as possible but their hard glares prevented him from moving a muscle. They just laughed with a deep hoarse voice after Brian spoke. The one with the piercings, who seemed to be the leader, clicked his tongue. "Tsk. You poor naive thing. You are going nowhere." Brian squealed and staggered back. "I'm very sorry for being here. Please don't hurt me." The dark-shade guy laughed again. When his laughter died down, his expression became serious and he ordered. "Get him." Panic immediately too
Brian stared at Melanie from head to toe in shock. "OK, I don't get it. You own those men?" Brian asked. Melanie didn't strike him as someone with that power. "No time for questions. We have to get out of here." Melanie answered. She hooked her arm into Brian's and lifted him. Brian winced as his body hurt. But the pain didn't suppress his surprise. "How did you know I was here?" he asked. "I said no time for questions." Melanie snapped. When they neared the exit of the alley, Brian saw a black Mercedes Benz waiting. And, at last, he saw the men standing by the car. They were dressed in casual clothes and had nose masks on their faces. Brian's jaw dropped. He became scared that it took all of his willpower to walk properly. These men were built up with so many muscles that Brian could see their chest and broad shoulder outline on their shirts. Their biceps popped out in their long sleeve. "Who are those?" Brian asked. He felt like a child in the presence of the men. "Chill. T
Brian's eyes widened at his mother's statement. His father? Wasn't he supposed to be dead? "This man...my father?" stuttered Brian in shock, his eyes darting from his mother to the man. But his mother told him his father died before he was even born. Had she been lying all this while? "Brian," The man called and slowly drew closer to Brian. Brian transfixed on his spot, took in the man's features as he approached. Brian, resembling his mother, had nothing in common with the man except the eye color. Their eyes were the same shade of brown. Could this be his father? The man exhaled deeply in happiness, running his hand on Brian's body. "You've grown so much." Brian looked into his eyes. "Are you really my father?" The man's hands stopped on Brian's shoulders. He answered with a hug. Brian stood still in shock as the man's arm tightened around him. His father was alive in all of his twenty-two years of life? His face twitched with disgust immediately and he pushed him away. T
Brian's mouth hung open at the revelation. The Addams were the highest-ranking and wealthiest of all other families in the city, known for their company, L.A.K.E Conglomerate. They had been around in the country for a long time, breeding generations. They were so popular that you couldn't be a citizen of the country without knowing them. But the whole family, except an old member, was assassinated and their corpse was posted on the internet. Before he died, the survivor transferred the rights of ownership to the Lennox family, a family that had a history of friendship with the Addams. A few days after the transfer of ownership, the old man died. Being the last member of the Adams family, his death marked the end of the Addams family. Brian read this exact story on the internet during research for an assignment. The Adams family were all dead so what was Edward saying? How could he be an Addams? Brian stifled a laugh. "Nice joke Dad."He glanced at Edward's face which didn't expr