All The Arts That We're Not

Chapter 48

Zeke

There's just so many thoughts going on in head that it just felt so heavy. He just couldn't slid out everything that's happened last night.

"Here. You better eat up." He looked down at the tray of food that the cop had given him but Zeke just looked at it. "If you think you could save other people again from starving yourself then you're not."

"Just kill me." Zeke said, almost a whisper and the cop had sniggered.

"Don't loose hope now, Haris. Who knows, you might get sent off of here once the truth reveals itself. Only if that would happen." The cop told him before he was left alone again.

After seeing Arkin in that screen from last night, he just couldn't have appetite as much as he's been already. He couldn't slid off his mind how Arkin was looking last night. He's got bruises on his face and bandages on the

It doesn't matter if he would spend his whole life in the juvenile or would just dead as there's nothing left for him. He's lost his mum and there's no use living at all he just cares about Arkin and his future.

At this pint he just don't care about his own life anymore. Arkin might have no everything and from then he's gonna make him want to get him off his life.

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Arkin had been looking down the table with his father seating across from him. It's been thirty minutes and his father had been looking down the pile of papers in his hands and Arkin had no clue of what it could have been. Even he's been wanting to ask questions, he just doesn't felt like having enough strength to talk right now.

After a few minutes, his father had finally averted his eyes from the paper in his hand before breathing out a huge sigh.

"Before we start, I'd like you to know that everything you say can be used against you. Now I want you to think about everything really careful and tell me what happened."

"I did kill him." Arkin quickly said which his father isn't ready for.

"Just tell me the truth, Arkin."

"Dad, that is the truth." He said, his voice a little eager this time. "I'm telling the truth. It was me who killed Jeric. I did went to the house he's at. It wasn't my intention to kill him nor have I thought I would kill anyone that day. I did had a fight with him. I know I could bare the pain he did to me physically but I couldn't stand how he talk shit about Zeke."

Arkin tried to gasp for some air before he continues. "I didn't knew exactly how I got the idea to stab him with that glass of beer. But I know how he did het into my nerves and made me do it." He then held his father's hand, his lips quivering and his eyes starting to have tears forming in it. "Dad, Zeke has nothing to do with what happened. I knew he'd only covered up for me and which I should've not let happened. It was me who killed Jeric. Please help me set Zeke out."

A moment of silence occured. It was too silent that Arkin felt the emotion is starting to grow within. Just when Arkin was about to speak, his father leaned forward, looking a little unsure this time.

"I don't think things could go easy for that Zeke." Arkin's brow raised at what his dad said. "Even if it's true that he has nothing to do with his step father's death, he still can't be set free."

Arkin then looked down at the papers his father had extended him and started wondering what is it.

"That guy in the photo is Gareth Murray. He's a drug syndicate."

"What is that guy have anything to do with Zeke?"

"He died just recently. Zeke killed him."

"What?" He asked, his eyes widen and thought start swirling his head.