Marcel Audrey the Greatest Equalizer

Chapter 2: Heartquake

Marcel couldn't believe his eyes as he deliberately closed it and opened it hoping that it was just a dream. Calories of energy flushed away from his body in a milliseconds and his once cute blue eyes became pale and dim. Sadness and anxiety were written all over his face as a huge transformation occurred in seconds. "Choley why?" He mumbles weakly as his confidence crumbles.

He was lost of words as he beholds his so called girlfriend, Choley Ganner lurking lips romantically with the handsome and rich Lancelot Gilmore, the self proclaimed prince of the Bermuda Triangle (The Bermuda Triangle is a collective name/slang used for the three top neighboring universities in New York. They include Maryland University, Stocklore University and Bridgetown University).

Marcel Audrey trembles while the crowd applauds the beautiful couple whose proposals were viewed live around every social media platform. To everyone it is a perfect match made in heaven. A prince and a princess, what else could anyone ask for? They will surely scoop the couple of the year award in the upcoming Year d'Or ceremony.

As everyone both live and online celebrates the couple, Marcel gnashed his teeth in frustration and emotional trauma. In the midst of this joyful atmosphere Marcel fumbles and his metal box that houses his equipment and tools slipped and fell on the floor jolting everyone while also bringing all eyes and attention towards the dejected lad who cared less of the sudden ominous silence that he brought.

"Look who we have here!, bro looks like he is in six figures debt" Lancelot speaks out loud as he places his hand mockingly on Marcel's shoulder. Everyone in the room laughed, cackling themselves with laughter, including Choley who appeared unmoved by his boyfriend or should I say ex-boyfriend presence.

Marcel's heart drowned on seeing the treacherous smile of Choley. His ear drum was engulfed with the weird and ugly laughter of everyone in the lobby.

"Oh yeah, fucking Marcel Audrey, what are you doing here boy? common you kind are invisible here, lost your way huh? oh I forgot you were meant to fix something, that's all you can do yet your life is malfunctioning and rotting or does it not need fixing?" Lancelot mocks as he curves his hand around Choley who was trying to catch up with her breath due to her incessant laughter.

It was at this juncture that it dawned on Marcel that his presence here was premeditated. Little did he know that Lancelot was the one that made sure that he was posted here to work. No wonder the manager was very clear and stern to him when she was giving the instructions.

Lancelot surely wanted to have his last laugh, to shatter and break the poor boy. He wanted him present to witness him take away the only precious thing in his life, to show and remind him that he is nothing but a loafer with nothing to offer.

"Lover boy, I never pegged you as one" a tipsy girl blurted carelessly.

Marcel looked into Choley's eyes like he was piercing into her soul and asked "Choley I know this is a prank, just tell me that all these were pranks?" He finally breaks his silence. He asked as if his fate depended on her answer.

"Prank huh, really, are you kidding me right now? Are you Marcel?" Choley replied without any sense of remorse.

Bitterness engulfed Marcel. He has never seen this side of Choley since twelve months that they were dating secretly. For someone to be guilty and yet failed to show any sense of remorse is outright wickedness.

"I should be the one asking you that?"

Everyone right there were surprised except of course Lancelot who was already aware of their non-romantic one sided relationship.

"what is happening?"

"Could it be that They have a thing for each other"

"How dare him cause commotion right here?"

These were the soft mutters that emanated from the crowd as they watched a nobody create a scene, disturbing the joyful and happy event of the couple.

"Marcel don't be stupid right now, I beg you to leave here, there is nothing between us and they can never be. Wait, do you think I will really stoop so low to mingle with your poor ass? God forbid that! All this was all in your head" She blurted carelessly but the lesson and the information being passed were clear, sad and cold.

Lancelot laughed slyly he then approached Marcel and then placed his hand firmly on him and whispered to him softly "I bet you haven't seen her pant for if you have you won't let her go no matter what but guess what, even if you did you can't do anything because you have no other choice" Lancelot smiled mischievously

"Please let me be," Marcel said weakly as he struggled with myriads of emotions. His brain became stuffy as he could feel his head swelling up due to sudden apparent decrease of oxygen.

"You heard her man, you have been the one having butterflies in your stomach therefore do hay as the sun still shines and leave us. Spare us your disgusting and awful view" one of the audience said without mimicking words.

Hahahaha!

The room was consumed by laughter, a mocking one at that. Marcel trembles before them like a wet cat. His eyes couldn't hold it any longer as tears dripped from his eyes. He just can't believe how gullible he was to believe that they had something going on.

In the dire moment, Marcel's sadness and anxiety transformed into anger and hate. This was amplified like an electric current by the echoes of laughter in the room. In a twinkle of an eye strength surged and engulfed him as he rushed Lancelot and punched him heavily on his jaw sending him afloat in the air for some seconds before landing heavily on the floor. This caused uproar, confusion and noise everywhere.

"Stop it! Stop it!" Choley screams out as she watches her new boyfriend being smashed like a tennis ball. She was awed as she witnessed another side of Marcel, the boy that can't hunt an ant. Marcel dragged him up with force, he looked into his eyes and raised his fist to smash his face once more but to his chagrin a strong flesh held him, he turned and whoops it were the grasping hands of security officials.

They were five able bodied men hence Marcel's ferocious and fierce demeanor died down as he was tossed and taken into custody.

At that time of solace he understood how hasty and impulsive he was. He has deliberately touched the tail of a lion in his den. He was as good as dead. It was only a matter of time before the Gilmore family came knocking.

He will be a thing of the past in a snap of a finger from Dickson Gilmore, the head of the Gilmore enterprises, a household name among every citizen in the country. He was also the owner of the Forcados Tower.

As the adrenaline pump plummets, sanity trooped in and it dawned on him that his life and future was just hanging by a thread.