A Second Chance at Disaster

Chapter 6

It was finally official that Damien had nothing. His wife was gone. She went to be with another man. Her family threw him out of the house.

His uncle could not take him in be his father and his father did not also want him back. Damien left the mansion dejected. There was not a single idea of how to go about his life.

He could not even start up something. Not a penny was with him, there was no roof over his head. It was slowly turning dark indicating the close of the day.

This was the second day of him being homeless. Damien wandered around for a while until he decided to find refuge in a nearby church.

He walked in with his hands in his pockets then took a seat at the last row of the bench. His eyes were glued to Mother Mary who was at the front, close to the altar.

There was no one in the church except him. The plan was simple, he would stay in the church until he got something to do or at least a better place to stay.

He did not even have friends he could call to help him at this point. The few people he had met in college were not really close to him. In fact, he did not build any relationship with them.

Two reasons why that happened were that firstly, he kept his family background low-key. He knew how people could be once they found out he was from a rich family. He would just be surrounded by people who did not really care about him but his family's money.

Secondly, Rebecca. Damien's mind back in college had only Rebecca in it. He did not look at other girls and when he was meant to mingle with people, he would instead go stay with Rebecca.

He let out a sigh as he sank onto the bench. His eyes still on Mother Mary he slowly was about to go to sleep. Since the day he saw Rebecca and Alex making out, not a single sleep has met his eyes.

Just when he thought he would take a small nap, the doors opened and a crying lady came into view. Her blonde hair was packed in a ponytail with scattered edges.

She had on a simple attire as she matched to the forward. The lady took one of the benches at the far left of where Damien sat. His eyes remained on her as she placed both hands on her face sobbing.

Damien wondered what could be making a beautiful lady like that cry. She was not holding herself back. The lady was pouring out all her emotions. It seemed she did not notice Damien's presence.

At first, he ignored her and chose to wallow in his pain and suffering. The main issue at hand was to find a way out of his joblessness because he resigned from his job because of embarrassment. And it was not like Alex was going to take him back anyway.

In addition to his joblessness, he was homeless. Two things a man should never be. Looking back, was he ever a man after he left his father's abode in pursuit of love that stabbed him in the back?

The love was meant to blossom. It was meant to make his life better but his life was anything but better. It was worse. Was he not homeless and jobless even with Rebecca?

Her family home was not his. They were just there in the meantime. For the job he had in R****h Align, it was a laugh. His pay was ten dollars every month.

That was not even enough to carry out anything with his life. Yes, he was not doing much in the company. He only answered an employee in the company and nothing more.

Most times, he was an errand boy. He ran errands for most of the employees in the company. Damien took it thinking there might be an increase, well, they gave him an increase. A five-dollar increase but could he complain? No.

He had no credentials for better pay so he had to suck it up and do as they say. For everything, clothes, shoes, soap, body cream, anything that pertains to him, it was provided by Rebecca.

Her pay was what ran the home. Her mother was not working neither was Justin. All he did was squander money here and there on gambling and other stupid things.

Was he even going to recover from all that had happened in a space of forty-eight hours? He doubted it greatly.

The lady's sobbing caught his attention again. He looked away but seeing how she was crying her lungs out he felt moved. Reluctantly, he got up from the bench he was sitting on and walked up to where the lady sat.

“Hey" he greeted softly

The lady sniffled and turned to him, her sea-green eyes duller than his.