Damon's Odyssey (Journey To The Top)

Chapter 03.

"Take your filthy words back you son of a bitch!" Damon roared at Frank who was gasping for air.

Frank's men began to pull Damon but it only worsened the situation because as they pulled Damon, he pulled Frank along with him.

Video recordings were on and some were doing live streams but none of that matters to Damon, Frank has to take back his words.

A huge punch landed on Damon's stomach and his hold on Frank loosened but he didn't leave him completely.

"Punch him!" A sharp order came from one of the men and several punches began to land on Damon's body. With his hold on Frank's neck loosened, he was pulled away forcefully from him and they began to beat him to the ground.

Legs were used on him as he struggled on the floor to stand up, he made a grab for two different legs, pulled them down resulting in two security guards landing on the floor with a big thud.

The punches and kicks decreased with time and he knew it was old James and some of his street buds working in the company that came to his rescue.

"Be fair, man, twenty men pouncing on one man...have some shame, will you!?" Old James shouted at the men who were breathing heavily as if they'd just run a marathon race.

They shoved old James aside and grabbed the bleeding Damon up on his feet.

A huge smile carved across his face when he saw Frank gasping for air with an angry red face. He looks disheveled and pale due to the choking.

"Weak jerk!" Damon scoffed at Frank who looked at him with anger making his already red face to get more inflamed.

Frank headed towards Damon, reaching where they held him immobile, he struck him hard on the face with all his strength and he held his palm.

"Don't waste your energy hitting me Frank, cause you'll only hurt yourself. This face of mine has faced a lot of hardship under the sun and is too strong for your fragile palm. If you hurt me, you'll only hurt yourself the more so...shoo, bloody weak spoiled brat. If I get you alone by chance, I'm going to rip those fragile hands from your joints and mold some sense into your silly body. Idiot!" Damon mocked when he noticed the pain Frank was in due to the fact that he'd slapped him.

"You'll pay for this, I'm sending you to jail and no one would be able to bail you out, you'll spend the rest of your miserable life in pain and suffering. You dare lay your hands on me!" He threatened, bringing out his cell phone.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Old James said aloud and all eyes turned towards him.

"And who the fuck do you think you are?" Frank asked angrily, staring at old James hard.

"His father and if you don't let my son go..." He announced walking towards Frank.

Once he was a few feets away from him, he added "You'll be joining him wherever he is."

Damon looked at old James surprised by his guts, what was he talking about?

"Someone got this manic from my site before I commit murder!" Frank shouted and some guards began to move towards old James.

"I'm from the streets and we run the underground and if anything happens to him, I'll provide evidence that would send you to jail and nothing would be able to save you from the government wrath." Old James muttered almost angrily and fear surfaced on Frank's face.

Damon was surprised and still not surprised, he knows such things exist but what surprised him is how old James got such evidence against Frank.

Before the guards could grab old James, Frank waved them off. "You're just lying just to save this imp!" He shouted angrily at old James but the old man smiled and whispered a few things to Frank that got him all white.

Old James was all smiles seeing Damon's facial expression.

"Let him go." Frank ordered the guards who were a bit reluctant to carry out his order.

"Did you all have blocked ears, let him go!!" He ordered for the second time and they complied, letting the bleeding Damon go.

Frank walked up to him with anger blazing in his eyes, "this isn't the end, street rat." He muttered looking at Damon.

Damon looked at him with a cocked eyebrow and shrugged.

"You'll pay for this." He added when Damon didn't reply.

"I'm waiting." Damon replied ironically and went towards old James who led him out.

"Cease those damn phones and delete every video in it, if I see this video on any blog, I'll take the person to court and I'll not rest till that person is destroyed!!!" Frank ordered and his security guards got to work.

"You need to be careful, son. Old James won't be there always to save your ass." Old James said with a smile as they stepped out of the company's promises.

"Thank you so much, O.J. I just lost my cool which is very unlike me. Thanks for saving my ass."Damon said with a genuine smile.

"Why don't you want to join the street business? You'll earn greatly there. These people are unwilling to employ you despite your great capabilities my boy, you've been searching for a job ever since you graduated school and the only one you managed to badge is a clerk in a small company that's at the verge of bankruptcy." Old James asked Damon who only shrugged.

He doesn't want to join or go into such a world, his wife might get hurt or worse. One goes into such a thing when he has no weakness and right now, his wife is the greatest weakness life has offered him.

"I ran some quick checks around your inability to secure a good job and my findings weren't such a palatable one." Old James expressed and that really got Damon's attention and suddenly he wished to know everything.

"Why's this happening to me? I mean how? I know I'm qualified but why am I not accepted?" He asked eagerly, looking at his face.

"From the information I got, it looks like someone had blacklisted your name. I don't know what happened, how or who did it but you'll not be able to get any job here because whoever did it has a strong connection." Old James explained and Damon just stared with wide eyes.

Who could be responsible for such a tragic decision in his life?

Chapter Three.

After hearing old James' revelation, the hopes that he'd kept burning thinking of getting a good job one day flickered and extinguished itself.

He's a nobody in this country, who would he approach for help? His wife and her family would taunt the living hell out of him and tag him stupid for thinking that anyone would think of him to the extent of blacklisting him.

That's the fucking point!

Who'd wish a harmless orphan like him bad? He'd gotten into trouble before, having police cases but he'd never been so mean and bad to anyone. He'd always loved his peace of mind and personal place.

"Fuck! Bloody jerk!!" He cussed inwardly and jumped backward when a car nearly ran him over.

"Watch where you're going, man! Do you have a death wish!?" The taxi driver shouted, speeding away.

"Calm down Damon, you got this." He muttered to himself assuringly.

That's the best thing he can do right now, assure himself and try to move on because thinking about things would definitely break his already broken spirit the more.

He looked at his wrist watch and a big defeated sigh escaped his mouth. He's late and his in-laws would never allow him in till tomorrow morning. He knows the rule so he wouldn't bother pleading his ass off.

Why's his life so miserable and pathetic?

He's going from frying pan to fire and from fire to a burning sensation of embarrassment. Nothing good has ever happened to him, he was left alone in this world with only one identity which was his name, apart from that, he has nothing.

When he decided to seek his identity, he didn't go far in his finding because private investigators charge a hefty amount. The only thing he was able to gather was that his father was a black American and his mother a British woman, when he demanded their names from that sly detective, he'd ask for a huge fortune which he doubts if he'll ever be able to make such an amount in his lifetime.

He'd decided to stop questioning his existence about a year ago because the answers that always popped in his head are nothing helpful but for the first time in a year, he's questioning his existence again and it's hurting his spirit.

There's no hope for him in this country and his mind began to whisper ideas into his head but he discarded most of the ideas that sounded best because they all required him leaving his wife and that's what he can never do.

As he steps his foot into his wife's family estate, another sad sigh escapes his lips. Tonight is going to be another cold night and combined with the pain inflicted in his body by Frank's men, it's gonna be a painful cold night.

He looked at the big black gate and sat down beside it.

"You're late again." The guard on duty said but he wasn't in the mood to talk.

"You can come to sleep in my quarter, I won't mind." The guard suggested but he declined politely.

He doesn't wish to pull anyone in trouble again because of him, if he helps him and his in-laws get a whiff about it, he's going to lose his job and Damon doesn't wish that for anyone.

In this city of struggles, whoever helps him would get punished in one way or the other so he's better off alone.

The guard on duty tonight seems to be nice because he kept talking to Damon who rarely gave him any edible response. He has so much on his head and he's in no mood for a chitchat right now.

His stomach grumbled, reminding him to eat but there was nothing to eat right now because the few dollars he had on him since morning were missing and he guessed it must have fallen off while he was getting beaten.

"Hey, you want some pizza? It's fresh and good."The guard offered and Damon looked at him for the first time since he sat near the gate.

He looked at the pizza that was barely enough for the man and he smiled a thank you and rejected the food humbly. His stomach cried at the rejection but he knew he'd survive till tomorrow morning.

The phone began to ring and the man hurried into his quarters to attend to the phone call. Damon looked around and saw the hefty non smiling guards on duty and at that moment, he wished someone would employ him as a body guard since his certificate isn't working in his favor.

He heard footsteps and turned to see the first guard he saw approaching him with a smile that would make his cheeks hurt.

Damon looked away from him to focus on his thinking when the security guard began to open the big black gate.

Thinking that one of his in-law's family wanted to go out, Damon stood with his head slightly bowed.

"Come in! The madam wants you in and immediately." The man said excitedly and Damon thought he was joking till he gave him the phone and he was ordered to come inside.

It baffles Damon because this has never happened before but the voice that spoke to him through the phone can not be a lie.

They're probably playing one of their pranks on him but if this is not a prank...what do they want from him and why the change of behavior?