Milo slams the car door shut, thanking the Uber before taking off running. He tries not to run into people as he rushes past crowds. The location James sent to him was in front of an old abandoned HEB store. The sounds of sirens brushing his ears as his feet make contact with the pavements, has him shaken.
Not long after he finally reached the destination, his eyes widened at the sight, of many police cars surrounding the scene, while reporters ran around trying to get the story. Milo's eyes searched for James as he moved forward, running past reporters talking to groups of people.
"Did you happen to see or hear anything?" Milo hears the female reporter question an older man. The man was dressed like a baker, some of the flour fell off his pants as he tilted his frame shaking his head yes.
"Yea, it was around 9 or 10 last night, that this black vehicle pulled up in front of the old HEB. Then afterwards a whole bunch of cars surrounded the vehicle," The man lets the reporter know nodding his head as he spoke.
Milo listens in on the conversation trailing his eyes over the scene in front of him noticing Khalil's car parked in front of the HEB.
"Not only that but I'm pretty sure a person was injured, because I heard a gunshot then moments later a whole bunch of cars surrounded that one vehicle and that was it, then you guys were called a couple of hours later," The man says pulling Milo's attention back towards his story.
Milo's heart dropped at what he was hearing. He shakes his head running towards the car.
"Hey! Young man wait!" One of the officers calls out to him trying to stop him. Milo approaches the car his eyes widen as he stares at the door on the driver's side. The door was wide open, but not only that. Milo felt his face go pale and his mouth dry, there in the middle of the driver's seat was a massive bloodstain.
Milo blinks back his tears, trying to stop himself from breaking down. His mind travels to the worst places.
He gasps feeling his eyes being shielded as the sight of red disappears. The soft palm became damp with his tears.
"Don't stare too hard," a calm voice tells him. Milo cries harder as James pulls him away from the vehicle. Milo looks back at the car, then back towards James. He wore an unreadable expression, as news reporters flashed their cameras towards them. Milo does his best to cover his face.
Milo's phone vibrates in his pocket as he struggles to get it out. Looking at it seeing the time at 2:00 am. Messages from his family and friends pop up on his screen,
Javan:
Milo, what the hell is going on? Why are you on the news again? Where's Khalil? Is he missing?
Deshawn:
Answer the phone for I beat your ass! That nigga Khalil is all over the billboards! I swear it's always some shit with you!
Mama Kitty:
Milo, I saw Khalil on the news! too are you okay? Please answer!
Trent:
It's going to be okay!
Milo reads the message tear droplets splash onto his phone screen, as he cries. Lowering his head, he walks through the sounds of flashing and voices that call out to him.
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Khalil
RomanceMilo only had two goals! One survive high school! Two take care of his sick grandma! As a sixteen-year-old boy, Asian American, it's always been hard for Milo to find his place of belonging. The only place he ever felt comfortable is in the presence...
