(present day)
MILOS BARRY – Anzac Park
Milos let out another cloud of breath. His fingers were burning at the tips and his ears were frozen. The only thing that greeted him with kindness this morning was the reaction of his feet hitting the pavement.
This was the best part of running in the early morning. Only ten miles to go, but Milos could still feel how strong his legs were, how they carried him swiftly down the familiar path that he ran every day. No one was awake this early, and it was peaceful just to see the prickly trees rush past him as if they didn’t even matter. But something would matter, and in only a couple of minutes.
As Milos was crossing the street, his theory was definitely wronged. For someone was awake, and not just one person, but his least favorite people in the world. The gang his brother used to belong to.
It was easy to piece together. Broken window at the jewelry store. Alarm blazing. Boys hauling a bag of the stolen gems into their rumbling car. Milos wasn’t dumb enough to think that all of these guys were just bullies. But he didn’t think they would be capable of doing something like this.
“Hey Milos, get out of here!” yelled Garrett. Milos sucked in a surmountable gasp of air. He didn’t mean to, but he didn’t mean to get caught by Garrett either. Without a word and wide eyes, Milos looked at Garrett and then let his feet pound the sidewalk, quickly carrying him up the hill to his house.
DENVER BARRY – near Anzac Park
Nicotine gum sucked. It just wasn’t the same. Denver missed the automatic motion of inhaling a deep breath of smoke and watching his stress disappear. This wasn’t quitting cold-turkey, but it was cold, and for some reason smoking made the weather a little bearable. But then again, so did Alec.
That’s why he gave up, the smoking, and the drinking was just as bad too. It was almost easier to give up smoking than drinking because Alec could always smell the smoke on him, but alcohol was easier to hide. It was like jumping into a swimming pool and not getting your hair wet.
Denver was on his way to Alec’s from the grocery store when he heard his brother’s name in the distance. And as much as he hated Milos, he ran towards the yelling.
Denver barely caught sight of Milos sprinting up towards their house when Garrett turned back around and spotted Denver. Knowing that Denver wouldn’t care about his thievery, Garrett nodded his head toward Denver and continued loading the jewelry into his car.
“Amateurs,” spoke Denver, loud enough so the group could hear. Then he walked casually away, up the hill towards Alec’s house.
ANDIE BARRY @ the Barry residence
A knock was heard on the other side of her bedroom door. Andromeda groaned. She had fallen asleep again, and it was only ten in the morning. This happened often, but still Andromeda cursed to herself of how she wanted her old, energetic self back again.
The knock returned again, followed by a familiar voice.
“Hello?” It was Noah. Andromeda rubbed her eyes and sat upright on her bed. She was too tired to get up to open her door.
“I’m awake. I’m here,” sighed Andie. The door immediately opened to a smiling Noah, dressed in his usual attire. Andie silently complained about her horrid appearance in sweats.
“Hey,” said Noah, his smile widening as he made himself a spot on the bed next to Andie, “how are you feeling?”
Why Noah came to visit her every day was beyond Andie’s imagination. Here she was, lazy as heck with an enormous belly, watching movies and nothing much else besides that. And here was Noah, perfectly capable of doing anything, of going anywhere he wanted with whomever he wanted, and it seemed that all he wanted to do was sit in her room and waste his time doing practically nothing.
“Well,” sighed Andie, “I’m feeling REALLY pregnant. Like seriously, I could hardly walk this morning just to jump in the shower. But the good news is, only one month to go!”
Noah and Andie both laughed a bit before deciding which movie to watch. Noah had brought some movies from his home. As the preview played, Andie hadn’t noticed yet, but Noah would glance and smile at her, stuck in infinite adoration. Too bad Andromeda thought he was just being a good faithful friend. She caught one of his glances, though.
“What?” smiled Andie as she gave a weird look to Noah who seemed to have woken up from – from what? – something.
“Oh, um…,” mumbled Noah as he tried to look somewhere else besides Andromeda’s face. But there was her stomach. It was so huge! He couldn’t help it – his eyes were glued.
Andromeda followed Noah’s stare to her stomach. As an automatic reflex, her hand flew up to it. What did he want?

As if sensing the awkward air, Noah added, “Chase… is he kicking a lot today?”
“Oh, yea,” gushed Andie, “he’s going to be good at something athletic, that’s for sure. I can get up – do you want to feel him?”
Noah blew out a mouthful of air before composing his nervous state, “sure.”
Andromeda slipped off the bed, stepping quietly over to him.
“Go ahead.”
At first Noah didn’t feel anything, but not even a second later did he feel the pressure of a small foot against his hand. He gasped as his eyes widened. He looked up at Andromeda.
“Whoa.”
They both laughed.
DENVER BARRY and ALEC HARRISON @ the Harrison residence
The supposedly interesting television show was nothing more than background noise as Denver pressed Alec’s back against the couch, meeting his lips with Alec’s. Suddenly a ringing alarm was going off.
Denver pulled himself from Alec and stood up, checking his phone. It was a reminder – something important.
“I have that job interview today, I totally forgot!” gasped Denver as he straightened out his hair. Alec remained on the couch, supposedly searching for something.
“Shoot, I lost my band-aid,” grumbled Alec as he was trying to hide his injured finger.
Denver turned his eyes toward Alec, “band-aid? Let me see.”
Alec reluctantly held up his index finger, the underside of the nail filled with dried blood. He looked up at Denver, eyes wide as he bit his lip. Denver’s brows furrowed.
“Alec, what happened? Who did this?” Alec looked down.
“The guys. Those-the ones you said you used to hang out with a long time ago. They really don’t like me, Denver.” Denver looked at Alec with pity.
“Alec, I had NO idea they were still doing this to you! This won’t happen again. I’ll be back, hmm?”
A small endearing smile grew on Alec’s face, “good luck at your interview, love.”
Denver gave a warm smile back to Alec before turning to walk towards town.
MILOS BARRY @ Fairfield Park
Though it was warm outside, Milos was thankful that the weather hadn’t decided to let down its fury of heat just yet. Right now he was waiting at Fairfield Park across the street from the movie theater where Wase was working, and would be off from work in about five minutes.
This was always a pleasant park to be in. Children ran around carefree as grandparents played chess with one another and as fathers were fishing with their friends. Mother laid out picnic baskets and musical teens would softly play guitar, keeping up with the vibe. It was a good place to be.
Out of the corner of Milos’ eye, he spotted something sparkling in the sun. Three boys were making a deal with an acquaintance underneath a tree, a bag of jewels versus a bag of cash. It was the gang.
Why three teenage boys would deal with a more adult figure seemed a little abnormal to Milos. What did they need the money for? Why did they trust a more experienced figure as far as robbery goes? The whole plot seemed tricky to Milos, but he didn’t want anything to do with it. Perhaps the boys really did need the money. He felt a pair of eyes on him.
Garrett gave Milos a death stare as the rest of his gang stood talking to the dealer. Milos just gave Garrett a casual glance before returning his gaze to the ground, a safe place to look. Wase couldn’t have come soon enough.
“Milos! You waited,” Wase smiled, “you ready?”
Milos plastered on a smile similar to Wase’s before replying optimistically, “um, yea.”
The two kissed each other before walking towards Wase’s house.
DENVER BARRY @ Nelson Supermarket
Denver had decided that his favorite sentence of the day was hearing, “awesome. You got the job!” It was like a weight had lifted off of his chest.
Perhaps starting to change wasn’t going to be that bad of a thing. He could certainly quit his smoking and drinking easier now that he shaped up and finally got a job. Things were definitely starting to look up. Oh, how he loved the fact that he had met Alec in the first place.
As Denver was walking back towards Alec’s house however, something putrid had already begun to fill his mind. For across the street he had spotted Garrett and the boys, dealing their stolen jewels to a stranger in Fairfield Park. Thoughts of Alec’s injury angered him even further. He started to walk towards them.
However, the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. As Denver was about to walk up and single-handedly fight what used to be his gang, a police officer stood no more than three feet away from him. Time to see how much he could pretend to perfect, like Milos. He tapped the officer on the shoulder.
“Um, officer, I couldn’t help but notice those boys over there, under that tree. Now I know this is generally a safe park, but I have this odd feeling that what they’re doing could be illegal. I mean, why would someone be hiding jewelry in a bag?” Denver made sure his expression looked genuinely concerned.
The officer looked over to the boys and was about to sprint off when he turned back to Denver saying, “Shoot. Yea. Thanks a lot, kid.”
As the officer ran off, Denver gave a smirk to the boys who hadn’t noticed that he was there. Then he walked back to his original direction, back to Alec’s house knowing that the boys were finally going to get what they deserved. No one was going to injure Alec anymore.
ANDROMEDA BARRY and NOAH EARNHART @ the Barry residence
Noah was putting away yet another movie that he and Andromeda had watched earlier that day. Andromeda was stretching her legs, wary that she needed to get out and do something. All of the resting and watching movies was making her legs feel as if they were strings of spaghetti. She looked up at Noah.
“Hey Noah, would you mind going on a walk with me?” Noah spun around.
“You want to… go outside? I thought staying inside and watching movies all the time was your ‘thing,’” laughed Noah as he walked over to Andromeda, who was getting up from her bed.
“Ugh, I just need to get out of this house and get some air,” sighed Andie as she started to waddle to her closet for a choice of “normal” clothes. Then she glanced at her belly, as if almost forgetting that it was there. She had forgotten something, though.
“Oh, shoot I’m so sorry. Noah you don’t have to go if you don’t want to… I totally forgot of what people might think of us. You, walking around with me. They’d think you were the dad.” Andromeda closed the door of her wardrobe. Noah scoffed.
“Andie, you have to go out sometime!” laughed Noah, “people are going to think that about us anywhere we go, just because I’m your friend. And the people who don’t know the truth anyways really don’t know us at all, so it won’t really matter. Come on, you want to walk – we’ll walk!”
Andromeda smiled at Noah.
“Noah, you’re awesome.”
Noah gave an enormous grin before Andromeda dug through her wardrobe again, saying something along the lines of, “now, what to wear?”
“I’m afraid that’s something I’ve never been able to help you with, Andromeda,” laughed Noah.
Twenty minutes later and the two were downstairs in the foyer, both checking to make sure they had everything they needed.
“Crap, I forgot my phone!”
“I can - ,”
“Nope, I got it! I need the exercise anyway,” smiled Andromeda as she made her way upstairs. Noah grumbled quietly to himself as she disappeared, saying something about how unnecessarily stubborn Andromeda was. She always had to do things herself. It was very seldom that she asked for anyone’s help, and that included Noah.
About a minute had passed, and still no sign of Andromeda.
“Girls,” thought Noah quietly to himself.
Andromeda quickly waddled to her nightstand, where she had found her phone, fully charged at all times in case anything were to happen. She didn’t want to make Noah wait, so she half ran out the door, only to be stopped in the hallway.
“NOAH!”
Thinking the worst was making its fate with Andromeda, Noah bolted up the stairs, adrenaline pumping through his veins, as if making him feel that he could take on anything. But as soon as he saw Andromeda, the adrenaline stopped and his legs started to turn into rubber.
“Noah? Noah can you help me? I think my water um, broke.” Noah was amazed at how calm Andie sounded, though her shaking hands noted otherwise. It was weird though, because as soon as he looked into Andromeda’s eyes, it was as if the fog covering his mind lifted and the rubber legs disappeared, as if he was almost meant to partake in this situation and be the strong, supportive one.
“Um, oh yea, YEA! Yea um, here’s my keys,” Noah tossed his car keys to Andie, “go down to my car and I’ll get your stuff!” Andromeda nodded her head with wide eyes as Noah sprinted toward her room, where the diaper bag and car seat would be.
“Woooooooo-my god,” breathed Noah as he gathered as much stuff as his arms could carry, a million thoughts racing through his head as all he could do was try and control his own breathing. This was crazy, he thought, and it wasn’t even his kid.
MILOS BARRY and WASE CHABLASE @ the Chablase residence
“Milos, your phone is going off,” laughed Wase as Milos ignored what she had just said and continued kissing her.
“No it’s not,” smiled Milos. So he had heard what she said. It didn’t matter though, because his mind was still stuck in the same thought, which was to keep kissing her. Wase broke the embrace by laughing as she leaned her head against Milos’ shoulder. He responded by cradling her with his arm.
“Milos, I think you should check it. It could be important,” said Wase, as she handed the phone back to Milos. Milos looked discontent.
“Who would be calling me at this time?” Milos said to his phone as he listened to the voicemail. Wase watched Milos’ expression change from curiosity to wide eyes with a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. He quickly closed out of the voicemail and practically leaped off the couch.
“My sister’s having her baby!” exclaimed Milos with a huge smile that turned into innocent regret, “Wase, I’m sorry, I-,”
“Milos, it’s fine, go! Be safe. Give Andie my congratulations, hmm?” smiled Wase. She adored Milos and his awkward actions. He could never say anything perfectly, but he was the most perfect person she had ever met in her entire life. She held onto his hand a second too long before he let go, heading towards her front door.
“I will! I, Wase,” chuckled Milos nervously, “I love you.”
As Milos sprinted off down the street, a strange feeling filled Wase with complete warmth and joy. It was as if her ribcage couldn’t contain her heart any longer, as if her brain went fuzzy, but at the same time, life never had seemed that clear before. She bit her lip to keep her from smiling a huge smile, the one that she knew would cause her to melt.
“Love you too, Milos.”
DENVER BARRY and ALEC HARRISON @ the Harrison residence
Denver and Alec were in the dining room, eating a dinner that Alec had thoughtfully prepared. Alec usually did this on the days that Denver had specifically suggested were just for “them,” the days that Alec’s family were all gone, where no one could see them. But somehow tonight was different from the rest. Denver could tell by the way Alec held his words back, as if he were trying to hold back a waterfall.
“Alec, what’s up? You’ve been quiet all day.” Alec sipped up his spaghetti, sauce managing to get all over his face much like a child’s. Denver’s heart flipped. Alec looked up.
“Uhh,” Alec sighed, shoulders arching forward. He knew he had been caught.
“Den, are you sure you want to hear it?” Alec bit his lip.
Bad timing, thought Denver as his phone buzzed. What day was it again?
“I… I’m here for anything you want to say,” replied Denver, his mind mentally trying to add up what day it was. An empty feeling hit his stomach.
Friday. It was Happy Hour at the pub. First drink for free. Denver’s mouth watered. He hadn’t had a drink in a week. He knew exactly what he wanted to get, and boy was he thirsty.
“When are you going to tell your parents about… us?” asked Alec, his body language obviously trying to camouflage him with the chair he was sitting in. Denver just stared at him.
“I-I mean… my parents already know… YOU know…,” stuttered Alec as he tried to make light of his previous question. He felt so vulnerable, half expecting Denver to admirably answer his question, and have expecting Denver to throw something at him from across the table. Uncomfortable seconds passed before Denver half-heartedly answered.
“Oh uh… you know. When I get good and stuff. I need some time before they see that I’m good. Because you know, when they do… SEE, then uh… then they’ll like you. They’ll like us. And then it will be um… good!” Alec’s brow furrowed with slight confusion. What type of a response was this?
“And um, speaking of my parents… I have to go. They’ll want me home soon, so… I gotta go,” lied Denver as he abruptly got up from the table, entirely ready to just bolt the house. He was obsessed with drinking; he knew that as a fact. He wanted to give up, for Alec. But tonight was not going to be the night.
“Denver, I thought they wanted you home by ten. It’s only eight,” replied Alec bluntly. It was clear he was suspicious. Denver had hardly touched his plate when they started talking.
“Yea well, they want me home earlier tonight I guess. See you later, Alec,” smiled Denver as he ran out of the house, leaving a concerned Alec behind. Denver’s phone buzzed again.
“Denver!” yelled Alec as he jumped out of his chair to grab Denver’s cell phone off the table. He bolted towards the door that Denver had just run out of. But by the time he had opened the door, Denver was nowhere in sight. Alec let out an exhausting sigh. He checked to see who had called Denver.
It wasn’t a call that had caused Denver’s phone to go off, but rather a text message. It was sent from the phone of Denver’s sister, Andromeda Barry. The message read:
“This is Noah. Andie’s going into labor. Meet us at the hospital, maternity suite no.2 ASAP.”
It was weird, but Alec almost started to cry in relief. So Denver was headed somewhere, he thought, and it was to support his sister Andie. With everything happening lately, Alec didn’t think he could afford Denver lying to him. It was dangerous, he knew, but he liked Denver too much. And it wasn’t always the easiest thing, lending his complete trust to someone so capable of lies.
Somehow the tears had escaped though, and Alec was alone, sitting by the door.
MILOS BARRY @ Anzac Park – on the way to the hospital
Milos had the path so nearly memorized that the darkness of the night did not phase him as he ran towards the hospital. He had already dodged rocks and bushes, jumping in just the right step as to make it over the hurdles effortlessly. But one thing about the night was different. For one, the air seemed so stale.
Happy thoughts filled Milos’ head as he kept thinking about what his future nephew was going to look like. And if Jack Camden ever dared to show up, Milos would give him a piece of his mind. He would be the hero. He would save Andie the misery of seeing Jack ever again. And he would….
Since when was there a tree here? Milos stopped dead in his tracks.
“Look at how surprised you are, Milos,” chuckled a familiar voice. Milos froze.
“I’ll give you this one favor, Milos. I know how you hate surprises,” sneered Garrett as he stepped a little more into the moonlight. Milos tried to step past Garrett as his gang followed shortly after.
“I’m just, I have to see my sister. At the hospital,” gulped Milos. Why, out of all people, did he have to run into the gang? He was about to sprint off when Garrett grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.
“You’re the one who told the cops about what you saw this morning, huh? You think you’re too good for us or something?” chuckled Garrett right before his face turned somber. Milos stared at the ground, trying to remember if he did anything of the sort. Nothing came up. Garrett let him go.
“I didn’t tell anybody anything, Garrett.”
“You’re lying!” yelled Garrett as he kicked Milos hard in the gut. Milos collapsed a bit before standing back up, plead-fully looking into Garrett’s eyes.
“What?”
“You saw us when we stole the jewelry – you were at the park when we tried to exchange them with that guy for money. You TOLD the cops about us! We’re not just going to juvee, Milos. We’re going to JAIL, Milos. We’re eighteen!” Garrett kicked Milos in the ribs again, and again, until it took all of Milos’ strength just to stand up again. Milos rubbed the blood that was leaking from his lower lip, which was now continuing to swell.
“I didn’t do ANYTHING, Garrett,” said Milos loudly, his expression a full warning. Garrett gave a smirk before punching Milos hard in the face. Out of the pain, Milos gave a full-hearted laugh.
“But look at you Garrett. You totally deserve it. You’re nothing.”
Milos filled his nostrils with the mixture of the metallic smell of blood and the sweet smell of night before Garrett gave him a full blow to the gut, again. This time he couldn’t get up. He looked at Garrett’s hostile face, still sure he was able to mutter a word or two.
“Coward,” grunted Milos. Garrett looked surprised.
“What did you just call me?” asked Garrett, stepping closer to Milos. Another choked-up laugh from Milos.
“Coward,” repeated Milos, slightly louder than before. Pain, summer air, and a remembered smile from Wase filled Milos’ head before the world went black.
“Garrett, what did you do?” gasped Manny, one of the guys in Garrett’s gang. Him and Ben were terrified as they looked at a motionless Milos. Garrett was starting to hyperventilate, not quite sure what he had just done, and angry that he couldn’t control himself. And really, right now he couldn’t control anything. He looked back at the boys.
“We have to hide him!” yelled Garrett in panic, eyes wide in fright and frustration.
“Hide him in the bushes, over there. No one will find him.”
No one moved, all paralyzed with fear.
“Hurry!” demanded Garrett, “Hide him! We have to get out of here.”
“Oh-my-god, oh-my-god, oh-my-god,” cried Manny as he and Ben lifted Milos’ body and dropped it in the bushes. The boys each gave each other a look, silently promising each other that they wouldn’t tell a soul, before running to each of their homes, content for now that at least the warmth of a home would let them in.
WASE CHABLASE @ the Chablase residence
Wase was painting when her phone rang. She looked at the caller I.D. It was Andie.
“Hello?” answered Wase. Andie sounded exhausted.
“Hey, it’s Andie. Um, you said Milos was on his way here, right?” Wase went cold. In fact, it was the coldest she had ever felt. Had someone left a window open? She tugged at her sweater to make it further encompassed her frame.
“Yea uhh, he left about an hour ago. And you haven’t seen him?” the heartbeat Wase felt was nothing like she had felt when Milos had just left. This was something new, as if her heart was a timer, repeatedly going off. And she couldn’t get it to stop.
“No, and neither has my family or Noah.”
“Maybe he stopped at the florist to get flowers or something,” reassured Wase. The last thing she needed was to worry Andie, who already had enough on her hands.
“Hmm, maybe. Gotta go Wase, thank you,” replied Andie as she hung up the phone. Wase cleaned up her painting. She sat down on the couch, as if every ounce of energy had been swept away from her. She started to text Denver. It wouldn’t be much hope, but it was a start. She knew something was wrong, and he was the last resort.
ALEC HARRISON @ the Harrison residence
The vibrate of Denver’s phone jolted Alec awake, and naturally for him he dropped the phone, but just an inch away from his hand. Had he really fallen asleep?
Alec looked around his house again. Still no parents. No sisters. And, as expected, no Denver. Everything felt the same. But there was the phone.
“Denver, I think Milos is missing. Please meet me at your house when you get this. Wase.”
Milos. That was Denver’s brother. The Barry family would probably be heading back to their house any minute from the hospital, minus Andie, her kid, and Noah. Alec had to return the phone back to Denver, anyways. It would be good that he got Wase’s message later than never.
Never one for running, as this was the way the Barry twins seemed to travel lately, Alec grabbed his bike from the shed and peddled down to the Barry residence, not even thinking about what he would do once he got there.
ALEC HARRISON @ the Barry residence
Alec breathed a sigh of relief when Wase opened the door. Even though Wase didn’t even know Alec, the thought of meeting her over any of the Barry family was more intriguing. For some reason the family, except Denver, seemed to intimidate him.
“Denver left his phone at my place. I got the message. You’re Wase, right?” stated Alec in an awkward rush as he sort of let himself in the house. It was freezing outside, and Alec had forgotten to take his coat. Wase looked at him with curiosity.
“Uhh, yea I’m Wase. Come in?”
“Denver? How do you have Denver’s phone? Do you know him?” asked a lady with red hair. She was rather large, as Denver had described her. She had a weakness for the many scones that she baked. This had to be his mum, Elle Barry.
“He left it at my house. We have chemistry… together,” replied Alec as he went up to Mrs. Barry with a hand shake, “I’m Alec Harrison.”
Soon Hugh Barry joined Elle, Wase, and Alec in the foyer, allowing Alec to introduce himself a bit more. It soon became apparent to Alec that these three people were perhaps the only people in the house. So what were they waiting for?
“Where’s Denver?” asked Alec in the midst of an uncomfortable silence.
“Who knows,” grunted Hugh, shoulders becoming rigid, “probably out drinking again. I swear that boy is going nowhere in life.” Alec turned a burning shade of red. How stupid. How pathetic of him to think that Denver was actually with his family, about to do something good. Was that really what had cut their dinner short then, earlier that day? A simple trip to the bar? Alec felt ashamed. Hugh let out a huge sigh.
“There’s the devil we speak of right now, coming across the lawn,” whispered Hugh hoarsely. The porch light went on, the doorknob twisting unsteadily. A drunk Denver stepped foot into the house, amongst his parents, Wase, and Alec, all of whom gave him their looks of disapproval. But before he could take a step further, Hugh grabbed Denver by the shoulders, slamming his back against the wall adjacent to the door with a loud thud.
“Hugh!” gasped Elle. Alec watched in regret.
“That wake you up?” yelled Hugh, his grip tightening on Denver’s shoulders. Denver looked up lazily into his father’s eyes, his own swimming in red. His eyes were blood shot.
“You are an insult to this family, Denver! Your sister just had a baby, you come up bloody drunk, and your brother, the innocent one, is missing! How do you think that makes me feel? Look around Denver, how do you think that makes us feel?”
Denver looked around. It looked like the usual, except for… was that Alec? Though every other emotion was void in him at the moment, panic set in Denver’s heart. What was Alec doing here? Was he mad at him? Did he tell his parents?
“Alec, Alec I-,”
Alec just looked at Denver and shook his head before allowing himself to leave the house, bike in tow and not much else.
As Denver slowly started to wake up, Hugh slowly let go of him. It felt as though Denver had just hit the tip of what was to be his worst hangover. Denver looked up at his dad.
“Milos is missing?”

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