He was trying to get up but it was hard. Even though he had been somewhat of a yankee in his school days, he wasnât really on the higher levels.
When these bunch of mountain-like dudes ganged up on him, there wasnât much he could do. He was nearly beaten up to a pulp, his nose had been broken. The bastards didnât even told him why they were doing that even though, Mamoru asked so many times. He brought his body to a bench in an area where people didnât come much.. The farthest he could go in his condition. He sat on the floor beside it, since fully standing became a distant dream. - âMariya⌠I canât call her⌠She canât see me like this. If I call police, they might arrest me instead, just because⌠Fuck.â
Mariya had sent him a text message hours ago, and there was still no response. She really didnât think he could be that busy at work, so she was starting to get worried.
Sat drinking a cup of tea, she fiddled with her phone for a moment. Maybe staring at it would bring a response faster--would it? Chewing on her lower lip, she checked her messages again. Still nothing. She couldnât fight the feeling that something was wrong, but she didnât want to seem like the clingy sort of girlfriend who wanted to know of her boyfriends every move. Mariya sighed -- her gut feeling got the best of her. She pulled open her phones contact pad to key in his number. She held her cell phone up to her ear, waiting to see if he would answer.