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Sat 30 July 1378 "Mom"

Zenile made a morning call. Today the rehearsal was cancelled because Chris and Manager were not available. I could have a free day home. So I determined to do the cleaning.

Grant was not home. I dunno where he went. But that's fine. He always didn't want me clean his room when he's around. So today I'd take the chance to clean his room as well.

Never once that Grant's room stopped amaze me with its untidiness. Everything in this room is messed up. Even his undies are scattering around. When will he grow up?... And these condoms... How shameful. Well, At least he never took his chicks home. Or Dad and Mom would have headache in heaven. I mumbled while doing the cleaning.

A piece of crumpled paper at the room's corner caught my eyes. A portrait was partly seen so I smoothed it out... It was a portrait of... that girl who slapped on my face... Milra...? Actually it was long time I haven't seen his drawing. I kept the paper in my pocket and continue hoovering. Then I found something unexpectedly.

It was a sketchbook... Grant's sketchbook... I took liberty to flip over. There're full of girls' portraits ranged from younger to older with names and dates on each page. I guess these are girls he's been dating with. Looks like he changed his date every week...

But at the very last page (despite the pages are still not full) a portrait of a certain woman I could never forget was there. Although Grant couldn't draw her precisely because his memory of her maybe too vague. But the details and the atmosphere of the pic made me know it's her... Mom's portrait...

3-4 pages were torn away. Milra was one of them. Does it mean that these girls are "not qualified"? I looked for more sketchbooks and found 3 more in the closet. Under the most inner piles of clothes. Each book has black cover and in exactly same design. Every book has "Mom's portrait" at its last page with some pages get torn away. The oldest one was dated 2 years ago. He was around 15-16, at his most aggressive years of age.

One thing I can notice from these drawings is most of the girls looks "mature" with certain characteristics close to Mom's or gave the same air of Mom's.

Probably his flirtatious behavior is a reaction for maternal love...? But why did he kept changing his dates as well as hit and run?... Bad habit never changed all these years... huh.

Grant returned in the evening. I fed him dinner. His behavior is same as yesterday's. Exhausted, silent, eat, wash, and sleep. I was surprised he didn't mention a word about me cleaning his room without his permission. What happened to him?...











By the way, this is "Milra's portrait" I retreived from Grant's room. I'd kept it in my diary for this girl is a page of my history.

Tomorrow morning I must seriously discuss this with Adriana. Speaking of Adriana... I thought I saw her portrait in one of Grant's sketchbooks. I made a new assumption that the girls he drew were those he dated and those he knew... I guess so...

Wednesday Aug 3, 1378. Back home.

It was a rush I didn't take journals.
Just reached home today. Got some time to update what had happened...

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Three days ago when I got a call from Adriana that Grant got stabbed in the stomach, I rushed to the hospital. The doctor said he'd be oaky. The knife had pieced through but didn't fatally damage the organs. His case was not serious. But Grant was in ER until late night when I was allowed to see him. Only one relative could stay with him. So Adriana took her leave.

Grant was still unconscious. The doctor said he counted 8 stitches closing the wound at his abdomen. He needed to stay at the hospital for 1 week and return home for recovery for another 1 month till the wound perfectly healed. He suggested not to let the patient push himself too much or the wound would open.

Now I'm back home to get him clothes for change and my own clothes for the next days. Tonight Adriana insisted to stay with him regardless of my protest. She claimed that she also had to be responsible for his injury. So I was shoed back home.

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This is what happenned (according to the brat - he came to conscious on Monday evening but just slipped it out yesterday.)

That day Grant determined to see Milra. While he was waiting for her at the riverbank by the bridge not faraway from the park, he bumped into a group of 5-6 guys he used to have a beef with back when he was still a gangster. They circled him but Grant knocked them all quite easily with just little scratches. After they fled away for some time, Milra came. She approached him. But what beyond his expectation was she also came to hurt him. While the two were talking, Milra suddenly raised her hidden knife and jabbed him in the stomach. Luckily his reflex dodged the knife from fatal hit. He couldn't completely dodge it anyway since she was so close to him.

The girl only marked her final word "This is for you hurting me."
Then she left leaving Grant there.

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Thanks to Adriana's bodyguard 'coz the spot Grant was down was normally a seldomly used path. If the bodyguard didn't take him to the hospital, his condition might be worse.

Why didn't the professional bodyguards help him in time? This is what Adriana told me after she asked her guards.

In the first place when Grant's old grudges throw hands at him, the guards were about to dash in. But Grant could easily handle them so the guards just standby 'coz they were ordered not to let Grant know he was tagged. After the guys went away for a while, Grant sat down by the bridge. A girl (Milra) approached him and they did the talking. Tho Grant looked unpleasant but the two looked fine. Moreover, the guards saw Milra was a girl and in her highschool uniform. So they didn't expect she could be harmful. That's why Grant was hurt and the guards couldn't save him in time.

Why didn't the bodyguards catch Milra?

That's because my bro ask them not to. He even told the guards when they rush in the save him to let Milra go. It is his weakest point. Always lose for girls. And who gotto suffer from his badass-ness but me?


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It's getting late. Better off to bed. Tomorrow gotto take shift with Adriana. It'd be next Sunday or Monday till I could come home again.

Huh.... why do you always get yourself hurt? Idiot.