Rise of The Martian Heir

Rise of The Martian Heir - The Pain

As usual, I used the bike provided by the Melo company to send parcels all over the city.

The urban area called Wakedah City was bursting with commerce, and so many people came from all around the country to work there and find good opportunities to change their lives.

That evening, I just focused on my job. I needed the money to pay the rent and my life expenses.

"Sir, that is 600 dollars! Do you have cash or digital money to pay right now?" I asked the customer for cash on delivery, as he needed to pay it right now.

"I don't want to pay for that! Fuck off!"

"Well, okay, I will be on my way." Then I walked away from him with the parcel in my hand to return it to the office.

"Hey fuck, give me that parcel!" He clamped his hand on my shoulder and punched me in the face.

"What the fuck!" I cursed and looked at him fiercely.

The parcel fell to the floor, and he picked it up and went to his room.

*KNOCK! KNOCK! *

I knocked on the door of his room in the apartment. I truly needed him to give me back the parcel. If not, something really bad will happen to me.

"Sir! Sir! Please give me back the parcel! You didn't pay for that, sir," I shouted out loud, knocking on the door again and again.

"Please... It was 600 dollars! I could not afford that." I pleaded again.

After that, so many people came to my side.

"Hey, fucker! Stop that! Now is already nighttime!"

"But he took the parcel without-" Before I managed to finish the sentence, he came to me and slapped me on my face.

"Pissed off!" This is not your territory.

"What do you mean by the word territorial?" I rubbed my face to lessen the pain and humiliation that he gave me.

He pushed me with both of his hands, and I fell on my back to the floor as everyone watched as I was abused.

'My life is so miserable. Should I accept the invitation to become a son-in-law?' My heart is sunken in sadness over what just happened to me.

"Yes sir! I am sorry for that." I nodded and climbed down the stairs to get out of the place.

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I reached the main building of the company that I work for to return the bike and undispatched parcels.

Once everything was returned, I climbed up the stairs to meet my line manager, and my mind was thinking about my life.

"Why does this always happen to me? How am I supposed to answer my line manager?" I muttered.

Then I looked at the phone that I got from Sebastian. 'Should I call him? I want to change my life, but at what cost?' I asked myself over and over, and I reached the front door leading to my line manager's office.

I opened the door, and he was standing there waiting for me to report today's incident.

"Hey, piss of shit with no brain! Do your job properly!" He threw me the ashtray, and my face was full of dust from cigarette waste.

"I received the report from the customer that you make a noise in public! Why did you give him the parcels if he didn't pay for them?"

"I am sorry, sir!" I looked down at the floor because I knew any answer I gave him would come back to me.

"Tomorrow's salary will be deducted from your account! This is all because of your fault alone!" He exclaimed angrily, with threatening tones in his voice.

"Okay, sir!" I replied, and as usual, according to him, this is all my fault.

'I promised myself not to give up on life again. But this much is bearable, right?' I sighed and walked away from him as he kept shouting, and his voice was heard all around me outside of his office.

I make haste for another job near my apartment. I work there as a bartender.

*PANT! PANT! PANT! *

"Sorry, I am late!" I looked at the time display on top of the wall. The time was 11:00 a.m.

"Next time you are late again, you are fired!" He pointed his finger at the top of my head and tapped on my forehead like a boss would do.

'Will I always live like this for the sake of making a living?' I had been disrespected all over again.

I stopped the negative thought in my head with force to bury that emotion, did my job wholeheartedly, and went back home at 3 a.m.

"Tomorrow is salary day, so I will get my new phone and return this phone to that butler."

"After that, I will focus on making money so I can open up my shop back home to make a living."

"But will this kind of the same routine start all over again?"

I closed my eyes because I was so exhausted.

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"Get up! Get up!" I heard a loud voice wake me up from my sleep, and I looked around me. There was a SWAT team with a guns in their hands pointed at me.

All the red lasers were marked on my chest with the aim to take me down.

"What are you doing in my room?" I asked with a weak voice.

Then one of the officers pulled my hand to the back and handcuffed me with force.

I woke up with my heart racing and felt panic as I looked around my room with the gun pointed at me.

"Get up, you criminal!" He shouted.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Let me stimulate you with pain!" He kicked me in the belly with the boot, and I fell to the floor.

I vomited blood and tried to get up from the dire situation that I didn't understand.

"Please stop! Can you treat me with kindness? If I needed your approval for you to be kind to me, would you approve?" I asked.

"Hey, fuck face! What is your name?" He asked with a disapproving tone that I was very familiar with.

"Raven." I wiped away the tears that suddenly cascaded down my face.

"Your full name, you dimwit!" He grabbed my hair and slapped my face so many times.

"Please stop. I'm in pain." I begged him to stop, as the thing that I felt right now was pain.