"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."WhatThe 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
The four hour lecture seemed like eternity to Elizabeth. She sighed in relief when the professor went out. Unlike before when Harlan was there and she would steal glances at him, she has been looking in space all the time. She sighed again and grabbed her pulse as she made to head out of the hall. Someone waved a hand in front of her face. She glanced at the person. Jason. The last thing she wanted at the moment was to have things to do with him, Harlan's death was still fresh in her memory and she wondered if she would be able to get past it. It's been three weeks."Hi," Jason said.Elizabeth nodded her head, hoping Jason would get the hint that she was avoiding a conversation with him but he didn't."Where is your boyfriend?" She caught a glimpse of mockery in his voice.She glared at him, "get out of my way.""Has he ditched you? It's too early for that," Jason thrust his hand in his pocket and continued looking at her.Elizabeth brushed past him and hurried off. Tears were starti
She ran out of the library, toward the direction of the voice. He was wearing a black T-shirt over black jeans trousers, as always, his face was calm, one of his hands was in his pocket as he stared at her. He was leaning on the wall. He stared at her."Harlan?" Elizabeth couldn't believe the faint voice was coming from her. She rushed to him. His hands are wide open now. The next moment, she was thrown against the wall. She looked up quickly. There was no one. No Harlan. Slowly, she stood up and tried to process what just happened. She looked around the place in search of Harlan but there was no one in the area. She went back to the library. She met the library attendant preparing to lock the door."Elizabeth?" The woman was taken aback by Elizabeth's appearance, her hair was rough and her eyes swollen. "Did you see anyone here just now?" Elizabeth asked."No.""No one? You didn't see anyone wearing black?" Elizabeth probed wishing the library attendant would just confirm that she
Harlan trashed out the paper he had scribbled his ideas on. What is the use of everything if Elizabeth is neither answering his calls or being at home? For a moment, he imagined Elizabeth going to night parties. He shook his head at the imagination but it didn't help. Without thinking, he sent a message to Jack: find out the number of parties going on tonight.Since their argument on the day he went to meet Simon, they had rarely spoken. Occasionally, Harlan would call Jack only to bark out orders at him and the latter would do whatever he was asked to do without demanding explanations.His phone beeped. Jack had replied: 56.Harlan's eyes widened at the number. What if Elizabeth were in one of them? Probably with Jason.He stood up and walked briskly to the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of water and drank everything in a gulp. He belched. Elizabeth would never go to a night party and at least, not with someone like Jason. He had gone to her house an hour ago when she wouldn't answer