Chapter 102: Chapter 102

Finally after I ring the door bell continuously for what felt like an eternity, my mom opens the front door whilst rubbing her eyes and yawning.

" Mickey ! ", she exclaim wide eyed on seeing me standing in front of her.

" Hey Mom..", I say lowly whilst walking inside.

" What is this Mickey ? Today is Friday, right ? Why are you here instead of attending school? And why you came without telling us ? What did I tell you last time ?", Mom screams trailing behind me.

" I just felt like coming. S..so I came.", I say and walk towards the stairs.

My Dad then walks out of their bedroom in utter surprise. " Why don't you just call us before you head from there ?", he asks.

" Just wanted to surprise.", I say and ruffle my hair as they both glare at me. "Okay, I'll talk to you guys l..later. Let me go sleep for sometime. Couldn't s..sleep properly in train.", with that I briskly walk upstairs.

" There's great improvement in his speech, right ?", I hear my Mom mumble to Dad. Dad replies her with something but I don't catch it.

I open my room door and barge in, shutting the door behind, locking it. My room is kept neat and clean like always. Throwing the bag on the floor, I fall on my bed, leaving a long sigh.

After lying like that for a few minutes, I fish my phone out of my pocket. I switch it on and instantly it starts to ring and vibrate continuously with message notifications, horrifying me.

To my utter shock there are 57 messages and 38 missed calls from just Ethan. Gavin and Grace too has send a lot of messages and called many times.

I check Ethan's messages and most of them are voice clips. I play the last voice message which is send at 5 Am. And to my shock, he is crying and sobbing, saying 'I love you.'

My heart ache hearing him cry. I've never seen him cry before. But now he is literally crying and sobbing like a child through the voice clip. I play the second last clip and again the same.

" I love you so much baby. Please...please don't leave me. I can't live without you."

I pull on my locks in frustration. Why is he being like this ? I just switched off the phone for 13 hours and he is already crying like this ?

Suddenly a new message pop up. Before I can read it, my phone is ringing showing his name on caller ID. I take a deep breathe before picking the call and placing it near my ear.

" Michael...", he sobs into my ear.

" Why the hell are you crying, Ethan ?", I ask him.

" Why did switch off your phone ?", he asks whilst controlling a sob.

" It's b..battery died. I only reached home now. And what is wrong with you Ethan ? D..didn't I tell you I'm going home because my r..relatives are coming ? Why have you send me a hundred v..voice clip of you crying ?", I ask. I only get a sob in reply.

" And what are you d..doing now ? It's almost 6. Aren't you supposed to be getting ready to g..go for practice ? "

He doesn't reply causing me to leave a frustrated sigh. " Okay, don't go for practice today. You haven't...slept, right ?"

" You are lying.", he cries.

" What ? What am I l..lying about Ethan ?", I ask.

" You are j..just lying. No relatives are coming in your home. And you purposefully switched off your phone."

I sigh. " Why would I do that ?"

" Are you going to change school ?", he asks.

" Oh God Ethan ! I'm not changing school or anything. I'll come back after th..three days ! "

What all he has thought in a short while. What will I do with him ?

" So you won't break up with me ?", he asks.

" No..I won't. I like you so much.", I say and the next moment he breaks out into sobs. I feel my heart melt down at that. " E..Ethan, why are you now c..crying ?", I ask.

" I- I love you, Michael.", he says.

" I know you do. ", I reply.

His sobs only increase. " Baby...I'm sorry. I thought you are leaving me. I'm sorry. I love you."

He keeps on mumbling ' I love you'' and I had to spend almost five minutes, just to console him. Then he was saying how much he got tensed yesterday and how he couldn't sleep. And then he started scolding me for worrying him. But he don't know how much tension I'm bearing since two days.

" Ethan...my Mom is c..calling. I'll call you later. ", I at last say.

" No...no. Don't end the call ! ", He squeal.

" I'll call you later Ethan. Now you go and sleep."

" Okay when is later ?", he asks.

" Sometime later."

" When exactly is sometime later ?"

" After having breakfast."

" When will you have breakfast ?"

I sigh running a hand through my hair. " I'll call you at 10 sharp, Okay ?"

" 10 ?? Uhm..okay. Give me a kiss now."

" How am I gonna g..give you a kiss through phone ?", I ask.

" Mwah.....",

I cringe and rub on my forehead at the sound. What the hell is wrong with him ?

"Now give me.", he demands. If I don't give him now, he will surely start crying again.

" Okay Mwah..", I quickly kiss the phone.

" Hello..did you give me already ? I didn't get it.", he says.

" Ethan..stop playing...", I sigh in frustration.

" No..I really didn't get it.", he whines.

Ahhh! I think it's better if he is my twin brother. I can break up with him and I don't have to deal with this shit.

" Okay..Mwah Mwah Mwaahh.. Now cut the call and go sleep ! "

He laughs making my heart jump. " Okay..I love you. Mwah.."

Finally he has ended the call and I closes my eyes, leaving one more sigh. How many more times will I have to call him today ? Will I be able to continue hiding the things?

I wake up when Mom calls me for breakfast at 8:30. Dad leaves for office before 9. So on week days, they together have breakfast at 8:30. I quickly brush my teeth and rush downstairs. They both are already having their breakfast. I occupy a chair beside Mom and she serves the sandwich and milkshake for me.

" Mickey, is everything alright at school ?", Mom asks me while I'm munching on my sandwich.

" Yeah..", I nod, my voice comes muffled.

" Won't you miss a lot of portions if you always take leave like this ?", Dad asks.

" I've only took three days leave yet Dad.", I say. Actually I have took six days leave.

They both then start scolding me again for not telling earlier about my arrival and I just ignore it. I'm thinking about how to get Mom's hair. First Dad needs to go.

Finally after what felt like hours, Dad finishes his plate and gets up from his chair. He soon leaves, leaving me and Mom alone at home. I join Mom in the kitchen as she washes the dishes.

" You just sit there Mickey. I'll do this.", she says as I'm about go wash a plate. So I get up on the dry counter and sit there looking at my Mom.

" You look so tired and gloomy. What happened?", she comments looking at me.

" I'm just tried after the journey.", I reply.

She smiles. " Do you talk a lot with your friends nowadays ?", I nod to her bringing a smile to my face. I then jump off the counter and goes behind her.

" Oh ! Mom your hair grew a lot..! ", I say and tug on her shoulder length hair, which she has tucked in a low ponytail.

She laughs at me. " Really ? "

" Yeah..", I giggle a little and pull on the hair for a lock. But I don't seem to get any. Her hair is still so strong. " Ahh..stop pulling on my hair, naughty boy.", she groans. I quickly untie her hair, freeing it from the hair tie , letting it fall to her shoulder. " Oh..what are you doing, Mickey ?", she cries.

" Let me touch you hair. Your hair is so soft, Mom.", I say and entangle my fingers in her locks, running them through it. She just laughs at me, not knowing my intentions. When I pull my fingers out, I have more than one lock of hair in my hands.

" Oh ! I forgot one thing !", I squeal and run out of the kitchen after placing the hair tie on the counter. I hear my Mom yelling ' What ?' and afterwards laughing.

I take a paper and write my Mom's name on top of it before folding three locks of her hair inside it. I had done the same to Ethan's hair. Then I run my hands through my hair and soon I get a few locks of mine. I fold it in another sheet of paper with my name written above it. After that I carefully wrap the three samples together in a another sheet of paper.

Now I just need to go to a lab and give this samples for test.

I manage to get out of home afternoon, telling Mom that I'm going to a nearby cafe to have an Ice-cream. Mom also gives me the list of some groceries to buy.

So I take my Mom's two year old electric scooter and drive in direction of the nearby laboratory. I reach there within ten minutes and give the sample for test along with my email. The results will be available by tomorrow evening and they would mail it to me.

After I come out of the lab, I quickly drive to the nearby grocery shop and buy the things in the list Mom gave me. Then I go to a bakery and buy a family pack chocolate Ice-cream before heading back home.

Mom's happy I bought Ice-cream for her. She serve it into two cups and we both together have it sitting on the couch, watching her favourite TV show, Agent Carter.

I suddenly decide to ask her about Dad's blood group. She would surely know Dad's real blood group. And she is now totally engrossed in the show. So she might tell the truth.

" Hey Mom..", I call. She hums without taking her gaze from the TV.

" What is Dad's blood group?", I ask. Her facial expression instantly stiffens. I saw a sudden fear creeping into her face.

But then she pretends like nothing happened and keeps on staring at the TV screen. I now feel like she also knows.

" Mom...", I call.

" Uhm..what did you say ?", she asks.

" Dad's blood group.", I say.

" It's A+ve. You didn't know yet ?", She asks pretending engrossed in the show.

" But I saw one of his t..test results. And I saw O+ve on it. ", I say.

" What ! No way ! He is A+ve.", she suddenly scoffs, totally shocked, making me more suspicious.

" But why I saw O+ve on it ?", I ask.

" Maybe it's someone else's.", she says, her features getting more nervous.

" No..it was Dad's itself. And who else has O+ve b..blood group in our family ?", I ask.

" No way Mickey, he is A+ve ! Maybe it was some mistake from the hospital.", she says.

" Will such mistakes happen in a blood test result ? Blood group is the m..main thing in it, right ?", I ask.

" It can happen ! And your Dad is A+ve ! ", she sneers and gets up from the couch in exasperation. Then she briskly walks towards the kitchen.

" Mom, aren't you w..watching this ?", I calls out to her.

" No. I've some works here. Turn it off, if you are not watching.", she calls out, still her voice, angry. I get up from the couch and turn off the TV before heading upstairs.

I'm not her son. And she sure knows.