"Were you harsh to them?"Walking into the living room, the lady from the game hall asked Damien. Damien raised his head. There was excitement in his face. He had been waiting for her. "The way I left them seemed heartbroken. Did you say any bad words to them?"It seemed as though she was unwilling to let go of the conversation. As though her next line of actions would be confined to the answer that he gives. "I did as you asked me to. You gave me the exact names to follow. I mean, I see no reason why you should have a misunderstanding with the---""Don't you think you are outstepping your bound?"Damien snapped at the lady. She was stunned by his response. From her reaction, it was obvious that she could never have thought that he would respond to her in such a manner. "Whatever I do is for a reason. Are you trying to tell me that I don't know what I am doing? Do I have to consult you before I make a decision for myself?"There was an edge to Damien's voice. The lady dropped on he
"Stop crying, that's enough."Jada sniffled, looking at Evelyn, whose face was already heavy from the tears. Her eyeslids were swollen, and her cheeks inflated. Her eyes were red, and her face was exhausted. "He called me a grandma."Evelyn burst out crying again. She was crying as though she was mourning a deceased. There was so much emotion in both her voice and demeanour. "He called us a joke."Each word seemed to fuel the emotion. The more she talked about it and thought of it, the emotional she was. And the more reason she had to cry. Even harder. Jada got up from her position and walked to her. She sat next to her and pushed Evelyn's head into her chest. She started to caress it. Gently petting her. "Shush. That's enough. Stop crying, or you would fall sick."Jada advised. Evelyn slowly piped down on the tears. It was only the fading sounds of tears that were heard. No more wailing. "That jerk. He sent us out naked. How could he do that to us?!"Elisa said, gritting her tee
Damien didn't have a hard time finding Charles. He saw Charles trying to help an old woman bear her burden. Watching him do that alone spread a deep smile in Damien's face. He waited for Charles to be done. Immediately, Charles was done, and Charles turned to walk away. But then he noticed a man standing not far away from where he was. "It's you! Kevin. It's you."He was excited as he hurried to meet Damien. "Who is that?"Damien asked as though he was just getting there. Charles looked in the direction,"Oh, she lives not far from my place."Looking back at Damien,"Do you wanna go to my place? You should come and see. I have some things I could offer you."Damien could turn the offer down, but because of how kindly Charles smiled and seemed. He nodded. "Very well then, what's the dignity in saying no?"Charles led the way,"What are you doing in my neighbourhood, though? Or do you live around here? That would be strange because I've never seen you around."Charles said. Damien c
Damien picked up the shopping bags. He didn't even care that there were people going on their daily businesses. ZOOM. He thought, and off he went at a great speed. "I'd be damned."The cab driver couldn't believe what he had just seen. His lips were dabbling in shock. He was so shocked that he couldn't even turn the wheel of the vehicle anymore. Damien caught up with Charles. Charles was panting, both his arms supported by his knees as his body was pushed towards the earth. "How did you f-find me?"Charles was almost out of breath. Damien, who didn't feel a thing, walked closer to him. "What's the matter? Why did you run away? What are you not telling me? Why are you so scared of the BMX girls?"Damien didn't hide any of the questions that were pacing his mind. "Who are you to ask me those questions? Don't you think you are overstepping your bound? I can do whatever I want to do. You don't have the right to question me!"Charles became so defensive that Damien was speechless.
"Arrggh! Why did I do that?"Charles stopped walking. He was dragging his feet towards his bungalow. "Why him of all the people? He was a very nice person to me. He didn't deserve that."He dropped the shopping bags at the door. "I'm such a cruel person. I don't deserve to see the light of the day."He started to hit himself in the face and on the head whenever his hands were deemed fit. "You shouldn't do that to yourself."A loud but strained voice came from behind him. He turned. It was the old woman whom he had helped earlier. "You shouldn't hurt yourself. That's the last thing that should cross your mind. No matter what the situation is, you shouldn't."The woman advised. Charles pushed his body forward in a low bow. He said no words. He walked into the living room and slowly shut the door. He walked straight to the chair. He sat on the side that the foam was a little much. He leaned back into the chair and sighed. Pushing his body back up, his gaze fell on the shopping bags
Immediately, Ari caught a sight of Charles, his face lit up all of a sudden, and a smirk paced his face. "Who do we have here?"Charles snatched the shinny jacket from Mario, threw it inside the sac, and hurried away in the other direction to avoid Ari. "Woah. Woah. Where is he going?"Immediately, Ari said that the guys with him ran towards Charles. They snatched the sac from him. "Hey! That doesn't belong to you. It's mine!"Charles wanted to take it back, but he was being prevented by the bullies. He was outnumbered. "Let the boy be. What do you think you are doing, Ari?"Mario snapped, but Ari took a quick glance, then looked away from Mario as though he wasn't standing there. Ari got to Charles. The sac was dropped at his feet, and Charles was still struggling to get a hold of the sac. "What do we have here? What are you trying to protect so badly?"Ari seemed to be enjoying the moment as he walked towards the sac. "You shouldn't touch that sac, Ari. You shouldn't. It's mi
Charled clutched his hands to his mouth as he watched with mouth agape. A tear rolled down him eyes, and his face turned red. He sniffled, and another tear dropped. Damien got to him not long after and halted beside him. He was about to ask Charles a question when he looked past him to the front. He gasped in disbelief. There was a ruin of wood and planks in front of them. What used to be the bungalow of Charles was now in ruins. "Did he do this?"Damien asked, looking away from the ruins. His jaws tightened. For some reason, which he still couldn't explain, he felt really responsible to this lad called Charles. The feeling was strong even though he couldn't explain why. Charles was not saying anything. He just kept staring. Perhaps to him, he was in a dream and was hoping that he would wake up as soon as possible. Suddenly, Charles started to hit himself in the face and the head. He kept doing it as he let the tears out, gritting his teeth. When he sent a punch towards his face
"How long do we have to wait before he comes?"Charles asked, hardly looking at Damien. He was looking through the transparent wall glass of the restaurant. It was an average restaurant. Since Charles had agreed to meet with the buyer instead of taking the orange card, they had been waiting there for a while for the buyer to arrive. Obviously, Charles was growing impatient."He is coming from a far place. But believe me, he would be here soon."Damien assured."Would? You are not sure are you?"Damien wasn't sure if he understood what the lad was trying to say. "I mean, though, not every knows this, but then 'would' is used if you are not sure of whether or not the event is bound to take place."Damien didn't really go to college. He dropped out in the first year. That was when he got a shot to work with the BMX girls. That would pay him well to choose another place to stay other than with his crappy uncle who is now nowhere to be found. "He will be here soon."Damien corrected. Ch