All Strings Attached

Chapter 7

"Don't talk about me" Bright muttered, standing up from the computer chair and walked out of the garage. Mike looked at Gunther confused , who just sighs and went back to sipping on his drink.
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Win stood in his courtyard and tried to peek inside his house through the kitchen window.

"Stop acting like a thief and just go in" Saint whisper- yelled and pushed Win ahead who jumped back like a cat fly back when you try to push her in water.

"How about you go and explain last night incident for me?" Win asked, looking at Saint.

"Alright. Win was abducted by bunch of aliens who tried fed him to giant cows" Saint revised what he is gonna say and walked towards Win's house only to be pulled back again by Win.

"No no my friend" Win stopped him and said "They'll forget about me and will take you to the doctor for mental health check up"

"Then why don't you just tell them the truth? That you were hanging out at your usual place and a fight broke into two groups and you have no idea who the hell they were" Saint asked, repeating the story Win told him.

"Saint my dad and my brother is in Cop" Win reminded him, shaking his shoulders "They are already over protective of me. If they knew I almost died, they'll never let me out of the house"

"How do you always manage to find trouble" Saint muttered. Before Win could give a sarcastic comment, he heard his mom's voice from the kitchen.

"Win? Honey are you back?" She asked, unsure.

Win sighed and looked at Saint who just smiled and gestured him towards the door, saying "After you"

"Don't make me hit you on your nuts" Win muttered, gesturing to hit Saint between his legs who just laughed and moved away.

Win entered his house, followed by Saint. He looked around and suddenly his mom came running from the kitchen, gasping when she saw bandaid around his head.

"Honey what happened?" She asked, taking Win in her arms and kissing his hair.

"I'll tell but first is dad home?" Win asked, gently pushing his mom's hand away "And P'Type? Is he home? I need to talk to him"

"My poor baby" His mom ignored whatever he said and again wrapped her warm hands around his head.

Win looked ahead at the stairs and towards the kitchen and found no one. He signed and said "Okay cool. Dad ain't home. Honestly talking to him is a pain in the head and I have already cracked half of my head" Win said, looking at his mom.

"Do you want me to smash the rest of your head too?" His dad asked, coming behind him, wiping his hands with a random cloth.

"Daddy!" Win screeched, trying to smile nervously "You were home?"

Mr Metawin held Win's arm and twisted it behind his back, but making sure not to cause him intense pain, just slightly.

"Ouch ouch Dad not this arm it hurts!" Win shouted, his dad was unaware of his body injuries.

"Honey stop what are you doing!" His mom asked , annoyed.

"You are son of a police officer and can't even bear this slight pain" His dad said and twisted his arm a little more "Then why do you go around picking fights and then come home looking like a wounded chicken huh!"