365 days as a Billionaire

Different world

The Richarlison’s apartment 

A rented apartment of a room and parlor situated in a densely populated two story building, owned by Augusto Desmond Ernesto.

Everywhere was rowdy, plates, clothes and other materials were left lying around in the surrounding, the apartment had a public kitchen and restroom.

The wires from the electricity pole were almost touching the ground, most of the connections were by passed.

Riccardo followed Mrs. Vanessa Richarlison home, she had gone to bail him out as soon as she heard that he was in jail.

Mrs. Vanessa Richarlison was a hard working nurse, she worked from morning to evening, upon her arrival without resting she had to go an bail her son; throughout their journey home, Riccardo tried explaining to her that he wasn’t his son and he needs her help.

Mrs. Vanessa Richalson was mute all through their journey back home; Riccardo followed her as she led the way.

They got inside their apartment it was on the first floor; “how do you people survive in a place like this” Riccardo asked the woman. 

Mrs. Richarslison deafened his ears with a sudden slap on his cheek; Riccardo was stricken with shock.

He placed his hands on his cheeks with his eyes fixed wide-open at the woman still in awe.

“Is this how you chose to solve the problem at hand”?

“You told me yesterday to give you all I had on me, you promised to be back with a solution to all our problems” Mrs. Richarlison was burning with emotions, she shed tears as she completed those words

“If you want me dead don’t worry, I will be gone soon, if your father doesn’t kill me, your sister’s will or you, I’m sure it will be you”.

She sobbed profusely but won’t stop talking, she continued lashing out at Riccardo in tears.

“Don’t you get tired of your way of life, every day you bring me one problem or the other”

“It’s of a fact we are poor and you have to make ends meet, that has been your excuse but are we the only ones?, why can’t you just let me live in peace”

Riccardo was down casted, the innocent woman was hurt; he stopped explaining to the woman and tried to console her. She shoved him aside and went inside the room, shutting the door against him.

“Who knew that boy that acted like an angel yesterday was this cruel, even to his own mother”, Riccardo said in his heart. 

“I need to get back to London as soon as possible; there is no way I will survive here”.

He slept on a sofa in the sitting room, he dozed off. 

He felt a light touch on his feet, Francisco!, Fransisco!!, “Not again did I change to another person, who is Fransisco?”,he said to himself.

He stood uprightly; it was Martinez’s mother. She prepared dinner and wanted him to eat. 

“I can’t believe she’s offering me food after what her son just did, mothers undying love” he said and heaved a sigh. 

There was no dinning table in the apartment, they ate on the floor or on the sofa, his mother was on the floor with her food, she handed him his food, A little girl was also in the sitting room, she must have entered when Riccardo was fast asleep.

She sat down close to her mother but far away from Riccardo, one could tell she dint have a good relationship with her brother.

Riccardo couldn’t eat the food, it tasted bland, irritating and he felt it was unhealthy, he had taken a spoonful of the food just to spill everything out of his mouth; he immediately apologized to Mrs. Richarlison and told her he wasn’t used to such food. 

“It’s not your fault, I should have let you starve, I know you’ve eaten something at Randall’s house”

“Oh, none of them came for you, shame on you Fransisco, you cause a problem with your friends but they desert you when you need their help. I keep telling you to turn a new leaf”.

The long stretched torturing words from Martinez mother was interesting to Riccardo, he was listening attentively, focused on the woman’s words; he has always wanted a family, a caring mother and father, if possible siblings he could depend on or that will depend on him.

The long stretch came to an end when a noisy loud chattering was heard in front of their door, the little girl clung to her mother. 

“Let’s go inside before he comes in” she said with fear as if they were in danger.

Mrs. Richarlison hugged the little girl tightly, they were half done eating, she spent the time talking to her stubborn son.

A dirty looking, indecent man walked in; Riccardo noticed they rarely shut the door, it was opened all through since he arrived from jail.

The man had a bottle of beer in his hand, he had a strong unpleasant odor; Riccardo hated alcohol, he was displeased with the man’s appearance.

The man sat down beside him; Riccardo stood up from beside him and sat on the floor at the other side but diagonally beside his mother. 

“I know you always pick you mothers side you Bastard”, the drunk ma cursed out at Riccardo.

Riccardo stood up; he wanted to go out for some fresh air, his extreme hatred for alcohol won’t let him stay in the sitting room while the odur was still strong.

Mrs. Richarlison held his hand; “Not today, no one is fighting, just let him be”

Riccardo was startled, “what kind of family is this”?

He left the apartment surveying the building he went to the second floor and; he forged ahead and got to the top of the building, he preferred the atmosphere and he sight there. 

There was a single sized matrass on the top of the building, he laid on it to rest for a while.

“So much has happened to me in just a few days, but I don’t understand this, I can’t even communicate with Dr. Benjamin, what’s going on? I’m confused.

“What happened to my body”?

Riccardo was lost in thought when a young troubled boy ran towards him.

Sure three! Sure three! Sure Three! You have to hide they are coming to get us!.