Tyler curled up on his bed, with thoughts skimming through his mind. The incident with his girlfriend and the teammate replayed in his head again. That thought sent shrills of rage to his heart. He rolled over, peering at the room in a flitting gaze.
His rent will soon be due, and the crazy landlord won't hesitate to throw him out of the room if he fails to pay up on time.Every shot at possibility turns back against him. It all ends up in shackles and pains. The only thing that feels theraupatic and fulfilling to do is when he picks up his pen to write a journal. For the last few years, Tyler writes down every emotion he feels. He writes these journals in form of letters to his favorite actor and TV presenter - Will Donalds. Tyler sees Wills as a role model, and they seem to have a few things in common. Will Donalds worked as a janitor in a restaurant before fame shimmered its light on him.Its been a couple of months since the last time Tyler wrote a journal.He sprang up from his bed, groaned as pains shook his entire body - pertinent to the beating he attained yesterday from Raul and the teammates. He walked to the side of the room, close to a wooden table which had tons of books and a notepad laying on it. He adjusted the seat and sat on it. Breezed escaped the window, causing his hair to dazzle lazily. He grabbed his journal, slipping the pages to the last entry he wrote."Dear Will.I'm sorry it took almost forever to write to you again. Its been a long frail of sentiments and of course - a ton of happenings. Trust me, my heart aches and rejoices with details right now. I don't know where to start from.I think I'd incorporate one of your golden rules, the one you mentioned on the STAR TV SHOW. 'always pick the stake by the edge'I guess my flaws and deficiencies is the edge at this point.I tried finding a job at the electronic store I told you about. But they threw my resume in the trash bin and they told me the position isn't for dumb asses and imbeciles.Will, I don't know how easy it is for you to deal with rejection, but I cried my pupils out that night.My new job at the school football team drains me to the bone. A 50-dollar wage at the end of each week may seem like a ship sailing on a bowl of water, but the pain, derogation and shit that goes in line with that job makes me wonder if I've got issues with karma.First, I have to clean the 400-seat auditorium every goddamn day. That's still a walk in the park. Will, have you ever smelled the ass of a decaying pig? That's an understatement to how these player's socks and boots stink - and I have to wash them. That's still a walk in the park.Here's a run in the forest. The quarterback of the team, the dude's name is Raul. That guy bullies and makes my life a dying heaven. I don't know if there are different shades to hatred, but the way Raul treats me depicts hatred in its prime.I really do hate my life right now Will.Everything seems to be crumbling right under my nose. I've got the worst job in LA. I'm broke and useless all that's left is this heart thats thumping in rage - seeking for change.I think I've held this stake by the edge. My hand is at the horizon now. Let's talk some good news.You remember Charlotte? The alluring damsel I told you I had a crush on.She's mine now.Will, I know you met your wife in Boston - one of the best places a love story could be told. Just like Lilly and Atlas in Collen Hover's It Start With Us.Mine with Charlotte started as a game. Yeah, a game of truth or dare. Me, Charlotte went on an outing with a few friends. It got boring at some point and one of us suggested that we played truth or dare.We did. And in the process, I was dared to date Charlotte for a week. My heart leaped for joy. That week became the most memorable week of my life. It started as a game, but we fell in love in the process. Will, the rest is history.I don't know how long it'll take to get a better job, but I'd keep basking as a school team janitor, if Raul doesn't crush my balls someday.I'll write to you soon Will.Always Pick The Stake By The Edge"***Tyler heaved a sigh. A fountain of tears gathered in his eyes. He flipped to the next page - a blank page. He reached for a pen, connecting its brim to the page.****"Three months. Three fucking moments Will. Its been three whole months since the last time I wrote to you. Forgive me, because I may sound melodramatic on this entry.A lot has happened in the last couple of months. I feel drained, hopeless and hurt. Is hopeless the right word to describe how terrible I feel right now? Maybe not.I regret yesterday more than how long I've been here. Its the worse day on this year's calendar.I got bullied by Raul and his fellow daredevils yesterday. I thought that was the worse that'll happen on a bad day, until the heaviest wave crushed into me. Charlotte cheated on me. Funny huh? Yeah, she did.I caught her in the bathroom with some dude from the school's football team. It got under my skin - clouds turned into rain and Charlotte spilled. It wasn't love since the onset. She never loved me. I was just a tiny piece of sausage. She said it to my bleeding face.I got into a fight with the dude she shagged. Obviously I made one of the biggest mistakes of my life. The dude left my face with series of cuts and injuries. He inscribed 'SORE LOSER' on my shirt.Will, I don't think we're sad because we get hurt by people we love. The pain is intensified when we get to know that we love them. That love turns to pain the moment they rain on our parade. That's exactly how I feel.Everyone is like ants - glued to were they can find sweets. No one wants to be close to me just because I've got nothing in my bank account. Just because I work as a janitor. Just because my hair is blonde. Just because I chose to live.My heart is constricted, with no single space for empathy. I'd deal with them all. they must pay.Will, I'd keep this short. Until I write to you again. Maybe in another life"****Tyler dropped his pen loudly on the table.His phone rang. He stared at it for while before picking. It was his father."Hey Son""Good day day" Tyler muttered coldly.Silenced sprang from the other end."Dad...? You there?""Y...yes son..I'm here"Tyler creased his eyebrows "Is everything okay?""Tyler, I need to tell you something""Okay dad. I'm all ears. Shoot"A sigh reverberated from the other end."I'm sorry I hid the truth from you all this while""What truth?""We're wealthy!" He paused. Tying to catch his breath."I don't understand. Wealthy.??""You actually come from a wealthy family. Everything was meant to be a secret until you're of age. And the time is now Tyler"Tyler cackled in disbelief "Dad you seem to be daydreaming. Cut the crap please""I know you won't believe me. I will send you a prove" He hung up.Tyler flung his phone on the bed. He closed his journal and collapsed into the bed. A couple of minutes later, his phone beeped, a message from the bank. 100 billion dollars had been credited into his account.Tyler's hands trembled as he stared at his phone. He blinked his eyes rapidly to ensure he wasn't dreaming or staring at a Hollywood blockbuster. He was broke and hopeless a few hours ago, and now - a whooping hundred million is laying in the account. His eyeballs dilated, and a fountain of tears formed in his eyes. The doorbell rang, swinging him out of his thoughts. He put the phone I'm his pocket. He stared at the door for a few seconds, and the doorbell rang again. He sprang up and approached the door. He twisted the knob, and an unfamiliar figure stood in front of him. "How may I help you?" Tyler mumbled, still concealing the shock in his eyes, even if his heart pulsed like it'll fall off his chest. "You must be Tyler. Tyler Johnson" the man standing in front of him said. Tyler hesitated for a minute. He peered at the man and his line of sight met with the 'UPS' inscription on his shirt. It dawned on Tyler that a delivery guy is standing at his doorstep. "Yes, I'm Tyler Johnson
Tyler kissed his tooth loudly as he wandered out of a jewelry store. He'd been walking the streets of LA in search of a presentable gift for Ava. He's not a party freak. His heart constricted at how bad it'll make Ava feel if he gave the wrong gift. Is there anything like a wrong gift? Considerate Tyler. It is been over two hours since he stepped out, and that'll be the third store he'd visited in search of a befitting gift. He walked down the block, beholding the beautiful city. Car engines buzzed at his ears, and the blusters and whispers of other pedestrians ambling down the block too. The skies were beginning to turn gray, necessitating the need for Tyler to get the gift as quickly as he can. She sent the address already. Tyler's gaze settled on a store by the other side of the street. He evaded the sidewalk and crossed to the side of the road. He rubbed his neck lazily, before pushing the door. It was a boutique. The bright lights made him freeze and squint his eyes for a mome
Tyler only wanted to solidify his curiosity and move back to the side of the countered, but Raul and Charlotte had already caught sight of him. "Hi," he muttered to the shocked couple, even if they tried to disguise their surprise with a scornful smile. "Loser" Raul muttered. Tyler ambled closer to them with a smile. Tyler seldom smiles, he's that guy who's always sad an introverted, his smile left Raul's heart blaring with questions. "What is a loser like you doing in this luxury store?" Charlotte said, stepping forward. When Tyler saw Raul, a thought fled into his mind. Charlotte had nothing to do with Raul - the quarterback. After all, he caught her shagging one of the teammates, not Raul. "I came to shop," Tyler said - teeth tightened. Raul and Charlotte exchanged glances and they laughed "Really!" Raul mumbled amidst laughter. "Everyone knows you're a dirty broke ass. This place ain't for people like you. Get the hell out of here" Tyler stood speechless. He stared at Raul
Charlotte's heart missed a beat when the 'ding' sound resounded in her ears. She locked eyes with Tyler and her lips formed an inaudible 'wow' She tried to speak but the shock concealed in her lungs made her beam with a smile. "There you go ma'am" the salesperson's voice jolted Charlotte out of her realm of thoughts. Her line of sight met with the package her supposed quarterback boyfriend could not afford "The purse is yours now" the salesperson added. Charlotte's spine bubbled with adrenaline moments ago, but the salesperson's voice doubled the adrenaline rush. Because she has to make a tough decision. Her supposed well-to-do quarterback boyfriend couldn't afford to buy her a purse. And now - Tyler her ex, the same guy she cheated on, the same guy she called a broke ass bought her an expensive purse. At first, it seemed like a huge punch on Raul's face, but when Charlotte stretched her hands to accept the package from the salesperson, Raul's face shrunk into a scowl. Charlotte ign
The manager's eyes dilated she the hairpin fell. He tried to shrug it off until a golden ring fell off Tyler's pocket too. His eyes widened, almost bulging out like spikes. "What the h....." He exclaimed. He tried to reach for the ring, but Tyler got it before him. He slid the ring into his left index finger. The golden glint of the ring made everyone gaze in shock. Tyler may have bought an expensive purse a few moments ago, but owning a ring worth millions of dollars is the height of all astonishment. "You own that?" The manager said, pointing to the ring in Tyler's fingers. "Yes. I didn't steal it...I" " I didn't say you stole it here" the manager interrupted. "Besides we don't have such kind of luxury ring here" he added. Raul had his heart floating on his tongue. He stared at Tyler in outright shock. If a broke janitor could afford that, then maybe wishes are now horses. There was no way Tyler could afford such a rare gem, within the range of forty-eight hours. "....u...uhm"
Tyler boarded a cab to Ava's. He alighted from the cab after a few minutes. He stood in front of a luxurious penthouse. Tyler stared at the tall building and then he looked down to his tattered shoes. He heaved a sigh. Ava is like an icon, and that depicts the kind of people that'll be attending her birthday party. Ava is a sassy lady, and everyone who's close to her dines on the same table, except Tyler. "I hope I don't get judged because of my outfit" Tyler muttered beneath his breath. His shirt - was slightly drenched with rain, and his brown hair - was disheveled as it sprouted lazily across his forehead. A haircut won't hurt Tyler. He clutched the bag in his head and ascended the stairs, heading to the entrance. He arrived in the long hallway. A few people in sight - each minding their business. The address Ava sent asked that he goes to the second floor of the building. Tyler's eyes skimmed around the hallway and he saw a door, leading to an elevator. His eyebrows creased, a
Tyler paused - lips pouted in awe as he stared at Mandy. Mandy also reciprocated the same gesture. She stared at Tyler with eyes pricked with surprise and a glint of disappointment. "Mandy meet my friend Tyler" The awkward silence lasted for a few minutes. Mandy was the mystery lady in the elevator. "You guys know each other? Ava asked as the unidentified familiarity echoed volumes in silence. "....no" Mandy muttered. "It's good to meet you Tyler" Mandy snarled. She tried to be nice but the smirk in her face gave her away. " I've heard a lot about you. You look horrible by the way" Mandy said. Her face formed into a frown and stormed away. "Mandy!" Ava yelled as Mandy walked away. "Ugh..." She let out a deep breath. " I'm sorry about that. Mandy can be a pain in the ass sometimes" Ava said, placing her hands on Tyler's shoulder. "It's fine," Tyler said. "Happy birthday once again. You look beautiful tonight" Tyler complimented. A smile scurried to Ava's lips and her cheeks red
The teammate creased his eyebrows for a moment as Tyler walked away. He has never seen this savage part of Tyler. Tyler is always known for being a spaz and a weird redhead who acts like a child. But this new portrayal of action and confidence is alarming to the brim. **** Tyler walked back into the hallway, the bright walls gleaming at his sides. For the umpteenth time in a day, Tyler feels proud of himself, ranging from the Charlotte, Raul, and the manager saga in the store moments ago, and now - the teammate. He has never gotten a chance to taunt his oppressors. The fact that this opportunity presented itself makes it a moment he's always craved. Tyler turned back to gaze down the hallway he's been trudging from. He caught sight of the teammate walking miles away behind him. Tyler pressed his lips together and turned forward. But.He bumped into someone. His instincts swung into action almost immediately and he gripped the figure by the shoulder. The soft skin under Tyler's pa