November 22, 2016 by ceresbooksworld
Publication date: January 2017
Genres: Contemporary, Young Adult
12 years after surviving horrific massacre, 15-year- old Meho commits ruthless murders and sets in motion the event which could change the world order.
The murders are followed by the trial of the century, where media vilifies Meho as a psychopath, mass murderer, and a monster — all under the influence of FBI, who are trying to conceal the identity of the victims and protect the National Security.
The only person who believes that Meho is innocent is his 10-year-old brother Bucky, who will turn heavens and earth to free Meho. After learning the truth, Bucky is devastated, but not all things are as they seem, and the truth will be revealed at the very end.
Today was the longest day in school. During the lunch, I stayed in the classroom, trying to avoid chuckles, whispers, and evil smiles.
With success, I avoided Ena all day, and when the final bell rang, I raced outside. A few moments later, Bucky met me at the curb.
“Dawg, when we get home, I need to talk to you,” he said in his serious tone.
Mom’s Rover pulled up and the moment I crashed in the comfortable leather seat, I felt like being exonerated from a long prison sentence.
“How was school today?” Mom asked with her cherry voice.
“Mom, it was great. I was the only one to get hundred percent in Math, and I again played soccer, but today I didn’t score, but I played good, and –” Bucky glanced at me then stopped. “It was okay, Mom.”
For the rest of the ride we drove in silence.
After getting home, I went to my room, made wudu and got ready for Duhr prayer. A moment later, Bucky busted in, tossed his mountain of a backpack on the bed, and then joined me in prayer. After we finished, he grabbed some clothes out of the drawer, and stormed out.
I was on the bed, immersed in Great Gatsby, when Bucky poked his head through the door.
“Dawg, meet me in the garage in ten minutes.”
I finished the second chapter of the book, then descended down to see what Bucky wanted. He was in the garage, balancing on the old metal chair, trying to pull something off the top shelf. His legs protruded out of his black shorts like two toothpicks, and a moment later, he jumped down holding the old baseball bat.
“Dawg, tonight we’re going,” he started. “I googled his address and everything is set —”
“Where’re we going?”
“To Švabo’s house. We’re gonna wait ‘til he goes out and then we’re going to smack him with,” he glanced at the bat he was leaning on.
I gazed at him and smiled. All this talk, but I knew he was just a harmless mouth runner — he wouldn’t be able to hurt a mouse with that bat.
“You’ve watched too many movies.”
“Dawg! He can’t be doing that to you. He does the same to Zack. Zack is quiet and doesn’t bother anybody and if it wasn’t for me who knows what would happen. He doesn’t mess with me because when he did once, I started screaming and yelling and cursing and he left me alone. “Meho, you can’t be quiet with fools like that. You gotta yell at them, scream at them, and those bullies will leave you alone. Trust me. But don’t worry. Tonight we’re gonna teach him a lesson. When we —”
“Let’s go upstairs.”
“Okay. What time are we going to his house?”
“We’re not going. Let’s go.”
“Dawg listen,” he said scurrying behind me. “Whole school is talking about that party and what he did to you. Dawg, let’s take care of him. You remember when you smashed stupid Jerry and Bobby and Rob and Tim? After that they left us alone.”
I strolled inside our room, got behind my laptop, powered it up, and logged on. “Don’t worry about it,” I said. “Sometimes it’s best to leave those people alone.”
“No dawg. Sometimes it’s better to pop him in the head with the baseball bat, then he’ll leave you alone.” Silence hung in the air for a few moments. “I’m sick of that guy. Don’t worry about anything. I’ll take care of him.”
“Bucky don’t worry —”
“You just distract him and I’ll smash him. I’ll pop him on the head once and that’s all.”
I ignored his babbling and checked my Facebook. I exhaled when I found no new messages. However, there was a video posted, and I clicked on it. Loud, party chattering blasted from the speakers, and my heart stopped.
“What’s that dawg?” Bucky asked perking up from his bed. I fumbled the keyboard to shut it off and silence enveloped the room.
“Move over,” Bucky said jumping up. “Let me see.”
He pushed me off the chair, and took my place behind the laptop. He played the video in silence. It lasted one minute and fifteen seconds, and it ended with the beer exploding in my face. Below my beer-soaked grimace, the caption read: A FACE SO UGLY, ONLY A MOTHER COULD LOVE.
After the video finished, Bucky jumped up and started cursing. “Stupid motherfuckers!” He flipped open his laptop, and started furiously typing. “Now they’ll see. I’m telling everyone. We’ll blast them, they’ll never even think to do anything like this.”
I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Bucky… sometimes it’s best to ignore people like him.” I had no idea that sooner than I thought I’d be so wrong about that.
After witnessing terrible war atrocities, Adnan Alisić escaped from Bosnia and came to Phoenix, Arizona where he became a successful businessman. Entangled in a gambling addiction, he was forced to execute this sensational casino heist. He can be reached at Alisic.firstname.lastname@example.org or http://www.AlisicAdnan.