Some hours later, Jack came back to Harlan. The tears had subdued but the pain was still raw.
"Sir, can we go now?" Jack asked quietly.Harlan didn't bother replying, he stood up and went outside. Jack went after him. The drive home was quiet.Jack knew better than to say anything. When they got home, Harlan opened the door before Jack could get down to open the door for him."Make sure you have some rest, Harlan," Jack said.Harlan nodded and tried to smile at Jack being casual, but it was tears that fell from his face. He hurried inside, switched off his phone and climbed the bed. He wasn't sure how it happened, but he found out that his eyes closed. It made him wonder just how exhausted he was.Harlan woke up with a start. He had heard someone try to door. He was sweating profusely and his heart was beating fast. In his nightmare, he had seen Kelvin tell him that he would kill himThroughout the drive to Kelvin's house, Jack didn't say anything and Harlan appreciated them. Mr Smith had insisted that from now on, Harlan would not go anywhere without some security men with him. The car behind them had three scary looking men, armed to teeth.Harlan had asked Mr Smith why he was making such a fuss but he had told him that he wouldn't watch another death attempt on Harlan's life again.Harlan took a deep breath as the car stopped as the traffic light turned red.He remembered the first time he had noticed the sign at age four, Kelvin's parents were riding Kelvin and him to a friend's party. He remembered asking Kelvin's mother what the sign was. She had said 'it means danger. Stop. It's the danger symbol' both Kelvin and he had laughed at the dramatic way she said it.He buried his head in his palm. How is he supposed to tell Kelvin's parents about what happened? How would they take the news? How would they
Kelvin fell with a thud. He didn't shout. He had had worst nightmare, worst imaginations than this, he had felt more pain than this. In most of his nightmare, he had begged for death. "Stop!" He heard Harlan yell like he had always done in most of his nightmare.Kelvin slowly sat back. He looked at the two scary looking men who aimed their guns at him. This nightmare seems slightly different from the rest. In the others, Jack had always been the only one. He saw Jack behind Harlan. Harlan turned to look at Jack."Why did you shoot?" Harlan snapped.Kelvin noticed Jack bow slightly and muttered 'sorry' but still aimed his gun at him.Harlan turned back, but Kelvin didn't dare look at him. He glanced at his foot instead. It was bleeding, but he couldn't feel much of the pain. The greater pain was in his head. Damn Den for assuring that the pain of guilt and the nightmare will heal with
"Harlan, I love you and I'm sorry," Harlan heard Kelvin say as the grip on his neck loosened and he fell to the floor.Harlan looked in horror at the blood that covered Kelvin's body. He jumped down on him and gripped him. He shook him roughly."Kelvin! Kelvin open your eyes!" He screamed but that didn't make Kelvin's closed eyes open."Young Master, what are you doing?" Jack asked, infuriated as he stared at Harlan pleading that the person who just attempted to kill him to be woken up."Did I ask you to shoot him?" Harlan fired. "Get the ambulance now. If he dies, trust me, I am going to see to it that you are miserable for the rest of your life," Harlan shouted at the confused Jack.Jack hurried outside and a few minutes later, Harlan heard the blaring of the ambulance. Kelvin was pulled into the ambulance, and as Harlan was going to get inside with him, Jack grabbed his hand."What
The next Monday, Harlan was okay and the effect of the alcohol in his system seemed to have worn off. Mr Smith had teased him of being the first person he would meet with a hangover of more than three days. All Harlan's effort to get to Mr Smith what Mr Smith was hiding from him about the Alberts proved abortive, he has plainly told him to mind his business which has fueled Harlan's curiosity more.He checked his reflection in the mirror as he adjusted the tie. Thirty minutes of YouTube videos had helped him get the annoying thing fixed.He texted Jack and asked if he was ready. He got a reply some seconds later: 'I'm ready'.Harlan took a deep breath before going to the car outside. "Any news about Kelvin?" Harlan asked as Jack opened the car's back door for him."He is still comatose," Harlan could notice the indifference in Jack's voice. He sighed.Jack got inside the car and drove to the Keith a
Before Mr Albert could say any other thing, the elevator opened and Harlan stepped out. The shock on Mr Albert's face was evident. Harlan smiled at him."I know more than I'm telling. For now, I am going to make one of the Alberts go to jail for the first time in a long time. It's thrilling to break such histories," Harlan waved at Mr Albert as the door closed.Harlan sighed. He wondered if what he just did was going to get him anywhere. He stopped by at his father's secretary's office and said hello before going back to the park. A few meters to the park, Harlan heard footsteps behind him and stopped. He turned around to see the man who had been walking behind Mr Albert earlier come toward him."Mr Albert said to collect your phone number," the man said, soundly slightly irritated that he had to go after someone as unimportant as Harlan just to have his number. A lot of influential people would offer their phone numbers to Mr
Harlan was slightly surprised. He had expected that the security men would try to drag him away and he would have a fist fight with them before Jack… yeah, that is if he is not sulking somewhere, would come and help him. His hands ache as he thought about that opportunity he just missed to use them."Am I supposed to know you?" He asked the man kneeling in front of him."I was there the day you came for a Camry, I still remember you well, Sir," the man said."Oh, get up," he wasn't aware someone had been taking notice of him when he came with Jack to get the car he is using presently.The woman looked from the security men to Harlan in surprise. A swear form in her forehead, as she tried to clean it off and make it oblivious, it became a mess, making her look more of the monster Harlan had thought she was when he first saw her."And, who is she?" Harlan asked, directing his question to the security men.<
"You could have let my miserable life end, Harlan," more tears flowed down his face as his voice was still faint. "Hey, man, don't talk that way. I'm happy to see you again.""You don't understand what I did to you. I almost killed you. Don't you get it? Harlan, I could have killed you!""I know you would never do that to me. We are far too close for you to do something as horrible as that," Harlan said softly."Harlan, why did you spare my life?"Harlan sighed and stood up. He turned his back on Kelvin and sighed again."Because I can't think of life without you.""But, Harlan…""Shh. We can find something to do about your jealousy. I want you in my life, you sure as hell know that, man. Don't make yourself look pitiful by thinking you are bad. You aren't, you get that?" He turned around to look at Kelvin.Kelvin shook his head, "Harlan, you are making a mi
"Lydia, will you just get straight to the point and stop making things difficult for us!" Grandfather bellowed, running out of patience."I swear, I saw him. I saw Harlan Smith. He told me that he is Harlan Smith… He told me that I should warn everyone because we are pissing him off. I swear, father, I saw him with my two eyes," Lydia said, her make-up had been smeared with her constant use of her handkerchief to wipe her face."Then just tell the artist how he looks, what you remember about his face so that he can make a sketch for us," grandfather said, this time, he tried not to shout.Lydia turned to the artist, he is one of the Alberts too, he had a pencil in his hand but had not been able to draw more than a human hair."Did he have a mustache?" The frustrated artist asked the bewildered Lydia."No. He looks very young. He doesn't seem like someone who had started growing a beard," Lydia said, she pulled at