"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
Damien was so lost that he had no idea that Charles was talking to him. Charles was trying to get his attention, and one of the waiters was walking towards them. At that same instance, the door of the restaurant was pushed open, and Leroy was seen walking towards their position. "Gentlemen. What would you like to have? I mean, you've been here for the past thirty minutes. And I couldn't help but notice."The waiter said to both Damien and Charles, sharing his gaze between them. Before Damien or Charles could give a response to the waiter, a voice interrupted, "We were about to leave. Sorry for any inconvenience."It was Leroy, apologising to the waiter. The waiter stayed back for a while. It was as though he was not pleased. Leroy fumbled through his pocket for a while, then brought out a hundred dollar bill. "I don't have anything lower than this. Just take it."When the waiter collected the money, he was sure to turn around to make sure that none of his colleagues caught him t
"How did this happen? And why can't I remember anything that has to do with it?""When did I meet another lady from the past? What's happening to me? What had happened to me?"Damien couldn't use the majority of the skills and features that he had obtained in the past, so it was difficult for him to draw a closure on the present situation. "Charles is my son?"Though it was the fact, yet Damien didn't want to be quick to conclusion. He opened his laptop and started to scroll through. He typed in the search engine,WHO WAS IN CHARGE OF THE BOLDYVILLE ESTATE AFTER THE DEATH OF DAMIEN?He scrolled through the results that popped up. He couldn't find a result that matched his expectations. BOLDYVILLE: A NEW OWNER?He clicked on the article. He read through for a while. "Dead end."He closed the laptop. "Obviously, there was no one else who was in charge of the Estate when I was gone. I mean, if there was someone, it would have made the front page of the news."He tried to search thro
Damien stepped into the building. It was a living room, but it looked to be unused. It wasn't untidy, neither was it furnished. There was a small chandelier hanging in the ceiling and a frame on the wall to the East. There were three young ladies standing in the middle of the room. Immediately they saw Damien walk in, they bowed to him. "Welcome, Young Master."When Damien got to them, he looked around for a while. Looking back at the ladies, he was met by the words of one of the three,"They told me that they were on their way. I had no idea why we got here before them."The young lady sounded defensive yet concerned. "I'm sure that they would be here any moment from now."The door was pushed open, and five ladies walked in. Immediately, they saw Damien, they were very shocked. Another lady walked in behind them. "Oh my God, he's here.""We are done for."Two of the latecomers almost entered into the skin of the others. They rushed to Damien and fell on their knees. "We are sorr
WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO THEM?Damien looked from one man to another. There was not one of them that was not laughing. It was as though a sort of disease caused by laughter had broken out among them. After a while, the laughter died out. "You must have thought we are uncouth, to really think we would demand your head on a platter as soon as we set our eyes on you."One of the men started. "Is this the first thing that comes to mind whenever you hear them mention our name in the public?"The man laughed. "You must think we are some blood sucking monsters that can't live without having a dip of blood every second.""Perhaps a vampire, if I might say."A light laughter travelled across the hall. Which waned out almost immediately. "You shouldn't stand there."Mr Nagazumi called at him, pointing. Damien looked in the direction that the man had pointed. He saw a chair. He walked to it and settled in. He was seated in a position where all eyes were fixed on him. "I know you must have a l