IN BETWEEN TWO LIVES; THE BARON'S HEIR

CHAPTER TWO

"This young lad here with an unkempt dreadlocks." The burly guy replied scornfully, pointing at Victor who struggled to get ready for the surprise that was able to knock him off his feet.

Patricia turned to him, and at once his heart melted. The beautiful girl that he had spent months day dreaming about, was hooking up with another guy, who apparently was rich, and well to do.

"Patricia." He hissed in disbelief. "What are you…what are you doing?"

"Oh Victor, it is you." She scratched her hair, looking less bothered, however she refused to make an eye contact with him. "What is it you want?"

He struggled to speak but words could not come out of his mouth. "I - I just -"

"Hey Patricia, who is this guy and why is he getting so emotional upon seeing you?" The muscular man asked, looking pissed off.

"Do not worry Steffen, just go back inside I will be with you shortly eh." She caressed his chest and kissed him on his lips.

"Be quick with this punk okay."

"Yeah, I will." She replied.

As Steffen moved to go back into the room, he gave her a loud spank on her bare buttoks, causing a sharp sound to wrench the air. "Your butt is so lovely and soft, I cannot wait to go another round of some anal bang." He whispered on her ear.

Victor was extremely furious at the way Steffen held Patricia, Patricia seemed to enjoy Steffen's grip, unperturbed at the fact that her boyfriend Victor was just infront of her.

After one more kiss, Steffen walked back into the room, and out of anger, Victor set off with the intention to strike Steffen at the back of his head, but before he could take another step, Patricia stood in the way, pushing him backwards.

"Hey what do you think you want to do?" She furrowed her eyebrows in surprise.

Victor remained silent. He began to breathe heavily.

"I don't understand you but if I was in your shoes, I would not want to go up against that kind of guy.

He took in deep breaths. "Patricia, how could you, I thought you loved me." He muttered. "What is all this? After all we have been through?"

"Please spare me all the drama." She raised her right palm, motioning for him to halt his speech. "I am sorry Victor, you thought wrong, what makes you think I am going to fall for a guy like you. You think you are my type." She said looking scornfully at Victor.

"I don't understand Patricia, we have been dating since our freshman year, what's up with all this attitude?" There was some level of infuriation in his voice.

Patricia heaved a sigh. "Everyone at the Marquez Piso university knows that if not for your brains, and the lucky scholarship you got from the government, you would have been in some public university were you belong. For God's sake you are not my type."

"Is that the best you can say?" Victor said, his voice still tinged with annoyance and surprise.

"Okay if you say I am not your type why did you make out with me then?"

Patricia let out a sarcastic laughter before fixing her gaze back at Victor. "Well I dated you because you got brains, how do you think I got a CGPA of 3.57."

"So you were using me?"

"And what is wrong with that, huh?"

Victor could not believe his eyes, he struggled to believe that this was actually Patricia talking.

"And yes, I never loved you and If you must know I also made a few quid for the time I spent with you."

"What?" Victor exclaimed in a high pitched tone.

"Hey hey hey why are you shouting, besides our relationship was not real anyway. Now tell me for the past one year we dated, how many times have we had sex? Do I ever give you the licence to touch me how a normal boyfriend would to his lady? No."

Victor appeared to be in deep thought for a while, he then came into terms with the fact that what she said was the truth.

"Now please I am done talking to you, go find someone of your own class, someone that wears cheap clothing as you do, and let me be with my man." She said dismissively with a bit of scorn and disdain.

In five seconds, Patricia entered her room, leaving Victor shocked and devastated outside.

Victor began to cry bitterly, sniffing hard at intervals, and in shame he left her presence and began to steer towards the door that led outside, he had seen enough shock already and thoughts of suicide began to creep into his head.

Inside her room, Patricia removed her towel, noticing Steffen's displeasure. "Steffen, don't let that guy upset you; he's beneath you."

"So you have been cheating on me huh?" He looked sternly at her direction.

She chuckled. "You know I will never do that."

"Then who is he?"

"He is just a guy that was a channel for me to make ten thousand dollars." She got on the bed and crawled into his arms.

"How did he help you make ten thousand dollars?" Steffen asked, looking a bit confused.

"You see, I placed a bet with some of my friends that I was going to date him for a few months, my friends doubted me because, you know, he is a cheap, and impoverished guy, that no lady in her right senses want to get close to, but I told them I would do it for ten thousand dollars. They dared me and I did it."

"So you risked all the shame and insults, going out with that guy for five thousand dollars? - I feel insulted." Said Steffen.

"Noooo." She held his cheeks and kissed him. "Apart from the money, I did it for the fun." She said. "Now I promise to make it up to you baby."

"Anyway before I leave, remind me to send Fifty thousand dollars into your account."

"Okay my I would do just that. You know I love the sound of money." She smiled lewdly at Steffen.

"I know, but I kind of feel gutted at the fact that you have to stoop so low for this kind of bullshit. I feel like I am not doing enough."

"No my love, you are the best. However I am sorry about that and I promise you it would not happen again." She apologized.

"It is okay, where were we?" He smiled as he took a grip at her hair.

*******

Tears welled up in Victor's eyes, but he had to move past the celebrating college crowd.

Soon walked past the gate of Patricia's apartment in defeatism, he began to wonder if any girl in his university would ever love, or even like him for who he was, because apart from being intelligent, he was very good when interacting with people.

Soon, his heart skipped due to shock, he was confused, and pondered on weather his eyes were decieving him or not.

Victor paced back and forth at the roadside, his eyes locked onto the empty space where his delivery scooter should have been. "It's gone, and it wasn't mine," he muttered to himself. His scooter was entrusted to him by De Jarrod's company for delivery errands.

Furrowing his brows, Victor glanced around, a mix of frustration and confusion on his face. He had to find answers.

The caliber of people milling about the apartment complex didn't exactly invite inquiries. "Who would be heartless enough to steal my scooter, especially with the company's logo so boldly displayed?" He muttered to himself, summing up what could only be the worst day of his life.

Determined but feeling defeated, he decided to trek home. Hungry, frustrated, and deeply devastated, he began the long walk home.

After about an hour and a half of walking, he finally arrived at his doorstep. Victor paused, wiped the sweat from his brow, and knocked on the door.

"Who's there?" a voice from inside called.

"Mom, it's me, Victor," he replied.

The door swung open, and his mother, Mrs. Yvonne, emerged in her pink nightgown. "Victor, you're back early. What's going on?"

Victor forced a bright smile, masking his gloom. "I left the party early, Mom. But I had a great time with Patricia. We kissed, and we..." He trailed off, trying to keep his emotions in check.

Mrs. Yvonne, concerned, looked searchingly into Victor's eyes. She knew something was amiss but decided not to press further. "You look exhausted. Take some time for yourself."

Alone in his room, Victor couldn't hold back his tears. He buried his face in the shirt he wore, a mix of sorrow, frustration, and anger on his face. "Maybe they're right. Maybe I don't belong, simply because I'm not as extravagant as they'd like," he whispered to himself.

Victor lay on his bed, staring at the cracked ceiling. Wall geckos scurried near the flickering electric bulb. Suddenly, his phone rang.

"Hello, please who is this." He asked, as he placed his phone close to his ears.

"This is Mr Daniel Mel Margo, the manager of one of the branches of De Jarrod's spaghetti limited." Said the voice that spoke from the phone. "Are you Victor Mel Santos Clara?" He asked.

"Oh yes sir, I work as a delivery man in that branch. I am one of your staffs." He replied, a bit excited.

He had thought that the company had recovered the scooter, if that was the case, he would be happy.

"I know - anyway I just wanted to tell you that as from this moment you are relieved of your duties, the branch is going through some issues right now, and we cannot do with too many staffs, I hope you do not take this too hard on yourself."

Victor let his phone slide to the floor as he became short of words, he lost his girlfriend, and now his job that enabled to pay for his textbooks, writing materials, and practical materials was just taken from him, could this day get any worse?.

About ten minutes later, his phone rang again, and Victor who was wallowing in too many thoughts of how he was going to go on with his life without stigmatization from those around him looked at his phone, which was still buzzing on the floor.

He had made up his mind not to take it, but when he saw that the name of the caller was doctor Pius, he reluctantly picked it up.

"Hello doctor Pius."

"Hello, is this Victor Mel Santos Clara?" Doctor Pius asked on phone.

"Yes I am."

"From the records here , you made some blood donations last week Tuesday am I right?"

"Yes sir I donated some blood last week Tuesday, any problem?" Victor creased his eyebrows and began to look concerned.

"Okay, Victor, you are needed urgently at the hospital."

"What! Why? - This is ten twenty pm, what would possibly be the reason for you needing my presence doctor, I am not sick."

"Victor, please do well to come, you are needed urgently."

"Okay doctor I will like to come, but I have no transportation fare, considering the distance."

"That would not be a problem, send your account number to me, let me send some money to you." Doctor Pius requested.

Victor was taken aback for a moment, at the request. "Okay doctor, I will send it through SMS." He said.

"Okay, and be fast about it okay."

"Yes sir."

Without hesitation Victor sent his account number to doctor Pius, and it was not up to five minutes before he received an alert.