Hi guys, I'm so sorry I waited so long to update. I've been trying to write my Maya suicide story which is proving to be impossible. So, just as last time I made you wait, there will be two chapters going up today. And I promise at least one of them will be very bulky. I'll also be updating 'Sister, Brother' and deleting 'Goodbye, Maya Matlin' because it didn't inspire me like I expected. Expect a new story starting soon and for me to actually daily update from now on. Still getting used to my school schedule. R&R!

(MILES)

The hospital was crowded and stuffy and smelled like a sneeze. Miles wasn't sure what a sneeze smelled like, until he arrived at the hospital. His dad had been taken in an ambulance, so Miles had to wait for his driver to come and take him to the hospital. When he arrived, his heart started beating. The last time Miles had been in a hospital was when Miles' dad broke Miles' arm by yanking him from the top bunk of his bunk bed.

Mr. Hollingsworth told Miles all the way to the hospital. "You fell on your arm, okay?" Over and over. Miles was young, but he still understood.

"Excuse me," a nurse broke Miles' train of thought. "Yeah?" Miles weakly replied. "Are you Miles Hollingsworth's son?" Miles nodded. "Miles the third." He attempted a smile, but he was honestly too scared.

Sure, Miles hated his dad with every fiber of his being, but he'd never want his dad to die. It was his dad, after all. You only have one. And, without a Dad, he'd be in the custody of his evil step-mom.

The nurse took Miles from the waiting room and pulled him into a hallway in front of a bunch of hospital rooms. All the patients looked dead. They were passed out with IVs in their arms, and dripping liquid in plastic bags by their beds.

"Your dad was stabbed 5 times in the shoulder, and approximately 20 times in the groin. Somebody was trying to hurt him, obviously, if not murder him. Now, if you'd like to see your father before we get you to the police station, now would be the time."

Miles' heart almost stopped. He worried that he'd faint or something and be stuck in a hospital bed himself. The information barely processed, and as he thought over the nurses' words again, he realized something. "Wait, why am I being sent to the damn police station? What the hell?"

"Because, you're a suspect..."

(LATER)

Miles was pissed. So pissed that he didn't even bother to see his dad. He was a suspect in his father's attempted murder case. What the hell? Miles may have been spiteful at times, but he would never try to kill someone, let alone his own father.

He sat in an interrogation room and stared at the one sided mirrors. He'd watched enough Law and Order to know that all the detectives would be watching him, and he was supposed to think that the walls were just covered in mirrors.

Miles looked at his watch. It was now 10'o clock at night. Really? An interrogation over an innocent kid couldn't wait until the morning? He had been sitting there for about ten minutes before a short man in an ill-fitting suit came in with a cup of coffee in one hand, and a bottle of water in the other. "Mr. Hollingsworth, I got you some water. Figured you'd like it. You must be very tired."

What was that supposed to mean? Tired from stabbing my father? Miles yelled in his mind.

Miles shook his head. "Not thirsty at all, actually."

The short man mouthed the word 'okay', and set the water in front of Miles anyway.

"So, why am I here?" Miles spoke, even though he knew why. He was there because some dumb-ass had stabbed his father, and Miles was the one who was 'there', so he must've done it.

"We're just here to talk about your father. So, you came home and found him bleeding?"

Miles nodded his head.

"Came home from where?" The man questioned.

"A date. I had a date this afternoon."

"Oh, well, isn't that nice?" The man's voice was one that you couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or sincere.

"Yeah, it was nice. Until I got home to see my dad like that."

Miles figured he'd just jump right in. He always hated small talk, and plus, he was actually pretty tired. And he wanted to call Maya. So, he wanted to make this quick.

"Yes, can you describe how you saw your father when you got home for me please?"

Miles scratched the back of his head, not wanting to recall it, but knowing it wasn't a choice.

"Uh, alright. So, I got home, my driver dropped me off, and I came in the door. I automatically knew something was wrong because when I came in, my dad was nowhere to be seen or heard. I was late, so I knew he'd probably lecture me, or, uh-something like that. So, I went into the kitchen cause I could hear the teapot, and there was hot water all over the stove and stuff. And I looked at the kitchen table and I saw my dad, and he was sitting in a chair, with his head on the table, and he said something like "Miles, why are you late?" Then he passed out. I saw the shoulder wound, but I didn't see the-uh, groin wound. I just called the cops after that."

The cop nodded. "Okay then, well, it's good that you remember. So, did you touch anything at the crime scene?"

Miles bit his lip, trying to remember. "Um, I don't think so. I sat on the floor, but it was the other side of the room."

The cop asked him a few more questions, but after those questions were answered quickly, the cop gave Miles a small smile, revealing a dimple on his left cheek. It reminded Miles of Maya. He was pretty sure Maya had a dimple on her cheek.

"Well, I think we've proven your innocence for the most part. I'm not saying you're free, but you can go for now after you answer this. Do you have any idea who would do this..?"

Miles bit his bottom lip and thought. His dad had a lot of enemies. "My dad was a politician, so honestly it could be anyone in the politics world, but, uh..." Miles thought to when he watched a Law and Order marathon and remembered that when a guy got stabbed in the crotch, it was usually a woman. "Um, since he had those, um, wounds down there, I'd say the person that you should check out is his wife. My step-mom, Madeline."

The cop nodded once again. "Thank you, Miles for all your help, and thank you for being cooperative about this. You're a very respectable kid."

Miles gave the cop a weak smile, and then he was set free.

Once Miles got outside, he felt his heart begin to hurt. He realized the gravity of the situation. Someone had tried to kill his dad. Tears formed in his eyes, and he checked his phone. Midnight. Would Maya be sleeping? It was worth a try..

He pulled her number out of his front pocket and dialed. It rang three times, then a sleepy voice said, "Hello?"

"Um, hey Maya...It's Miles...Listen, I don't know if you're awake, but, I...something happened." He tried to make his voice not shake, but it failed. "Um, can I come over to your house or something?"