"Hey, Bitch! Looks like Blue is calling for you!" Matt yelled into the house.
The beautiful woman with a hour glass figure dressed in a bikini that showed off her perfect beautiful curves, placed the tray of brownies on the table and walked towards Matt who had yelled for her.
Matt wrapped his arm around her tiny waist pulling her closer and Linda finally looked up at what she had called on for.
Her eyes washed over Arthur's body before landing on the popsicle sticks on the floor.
"Do you know him?" Matt asked Linda whose eyes lingered on Arthur far longer than he liked.
"Of course not. I definitely don't know a dirty, poor delivery boy who slaves his ass off only to be paid little to nothing." She spat.
Arthur's eyes dilated in anger and he swallowed his spit. What could he do? His eyes looked up just in time to see Matt place a kiss on Linda's lips.
Linda had always avoided kissing him. In her words, she was saving her first kiss for her husband. How dumb of him to have actually believed her.
"That will be 20 dollars." He announced making all heads turn to him.
"What?"
"The pizza boxes you ordered. It is 20 dollars." He repeated.
"20 dollars? Let me see if I have that." Matt said pulling out his wallet. He fished around it and finally pulled out a 100-dollar bill.
"Do you have change for this?"
"No," Arthur replied simply his eyes boring holes into Linda's head. He was mortified by the fact that she had betrayed him like this.
He remembered when they would talk badly about Matt behind his back any time he bullied Arthur. How she declared her undying hatred for the man. How she always wished the worst of things would happen to him. Ironically, she was fooling him.
"What are you looking at?" Matt asked pushing Arthur by the shoulder.
The boy shook his head negatively to reply that he wasn't looking at anything.
"You were looking at my girlfriend just now, weren't you? Your filthy unworthy eyes don't deserve to see her hair not to talk of her body."
Arthur kept mum. This angered Matthew so he threw the 100 dollars at Arthur before pushing him. Arthur who hadn't had anything that day staggered away uncontrollably and the next thing,
Splash!
The crowd present roared in laughter. Arthur was more than embarrassed. He pushed his head up and stood in the middle of the pool that he had fallen into.
"His legs are like chicken legs. Did you see them?"
"He's so fucking weak!"
"What an imbecile!"
"Fool!"
Arthur looked up to see Linda was more than laughing. She was crying. She laughed so hard, that beads of tears had started to form at the corner of her eyes while she wiped it away gracefully.
He felt like crying. The only person that made him feel like he wasn't worthless had turned her back on him for his bully. The only solace he had on earth was gone. Perhaps, he should just dip his head into the pool and drown to death.
"Get out!" Someone yelled and before he knew what was happening, a fire extinguisher had been released on his body. He subconsciously inhaled the smoke and started coughing violently.
The crowd laughed more and louder. It seemed like they were enjoying the spectacle. Some had even started filming him coughing his lungs out.
Why? What exactly did he do wrong? Why was he treated this way? Because he was poor? Everyone hated him. Everyone wanted to bully him, in fact, everyone did. It wasn't his fault for being poor.
Why was he the one being bullied for his fate?
His eyes got clear a little bit but it was still foggy. He reached for the floor beside the pool. He pulled himself out and lay helplessly by the pool. He lay there while the crowd watched. No one stepped forward to help. Absolutely no one.
Soon, the sound died down and he thought everyone had finally left him. He got up on his feet but his knees bucked under him and he fell to his butt with a thud. Immediately, the crowd came to life and laughed their hearts out at him.
He shook his head and finally got up on his feet. He staggered out of the compound when someone yelled in a singsong voice,
"Hey, Delivery Boy! You forgot your popsicle!"
The crowd laughed again and Arthur wanted to perish. He wanted to leave this earth. However, he wanted to take Matthew with him as well as Linda.
Linda. He loved her. He truly did. All of his savings, all the small money that his boss gave him as his wages, he gave them all to her. He didn't spend a dime on himself. Everything went to her pocket and she betrayed him like this.
Suddenly, he stopped and turned around. He staggered over to where Linda stood proudly in her bikini showing off her body. He had to know.
"Why? What did I do to you?! Why are you treating me this way? I gave you everything. All my money, I would go days without eating just so you could buy lipgloss for yourself."
"Even if you despise me, fine I understand, I'm poor but you shouldn't be with the likes of him! Have you forgotten the way he changes girlfriends like his socks?! Have you forgotten the way he treated you? The way he humiliated you in front of the whole school? Have you forgotten all about that?"
"I haven't. Of course not, Blue. I haven't."
She was calling him Blue now as well?
"But you know, women like money. The one thing you don't have and the one thing Matthew has. You said you would go days without eating just for me to buy me mere lipgloss. Matthew would get me a whole set of cosmetics as well as clothes without it affecting his income or his feeding. But you?"
She tsked three times and shook her head looking at his up and then down. Her eyes went to the popsicle on the floor.
"You got me this for my birthday?" She asked and without waiting for a reply, she kicked. The popsicles rolled till they fell into the pool and sank.
"You're a cheap trash. That's cheap money! I don't need your cheap ass. You can't lecture me on who I take up as my boyfriend, it's none of your business. We're broken up. Don't interfere in my matter any longer."
Arthur was enraged. He was angry. His blood was boiling over. How could she do this to him? Despite the love he showed her? Despite everything?
"You're nothing but a prostitute." He spat in anger. He hadn't taken a breath from his last word when his cheeks stung in pain.
Linda had actually slapped him!
"Ooh! Nice one, Linda!"
"Nice shot!"
People cheered her on.
"Fuck off, Blue." She spat turning around. She walked to her new boyfriend and hooked her hand around him.
His hand went up to his cheeks. The tears that he held back fell freely as he watched Matthew's hand roam his girlfriend's body.
He nodded his head in understanding. Money. As light as the word was, it carried far more importance than him. Money was everything. And he had nothing. He was nothing.
He slowly turned around and walked away. Away from the scene. He cycled through the streets of San Francisco with his head hung low. Suddenly, a hissing sound came from the tire of his bicycle. He stopped cycling and alighted silently praying it wasn't what he thought it was.
He bent down to inspect the tire only to see a nail had punctured the Tyre.
"No. No no. Fuck!" He yelled kicking the tyre. He lost his balance and fell into the pool of fresh fish water that a fish seller nearby had spilled on the road.
"Oh come on! Can this day get any worse?!" He yelled getting up on his feet. Today was cursed for him, hell, his life was cursed.
He wiped his tears and pushed his bicycle without getting on it. Due to the water that he fell into, people avoided him and parted ways for him to pass so they didn't smell the reeking scent of fish.
People who didn't even know him avoided him like he was a plague. Tears dropped from his eyes when he remembered the way Linda had slapped and humiliated him in front of Matt. The way she chose Matt over him in the blink of an eye without batting an eyelash. The way the fire extinguisher was released on him. The errands he was sent on even during classes. It was uncomfortable and annoying. He was practically living someone else's life, not his. Not for once.
He wondered if he dropped dead right now, who would they send on their filthy errands? At least, his pain would end.
A sigh escaped his lips and he paused before looking up to see his apartment was only a few steps away. However, what looked the most surprising and baffling was the fleet of black, big-looking sleek cars that lined up in front of his apartment. Six big, flashy cars lined up in front of his house, it was not a regular scene. No big cars had ever visited his worn-down apartment. Never.
There were 3 men dressed in black suits standing beside each car and standing rigid with their eyes looking forward, so there were 18 men in total. They looked like bodyguards, Arthur noted.
"Is someone taking over my house? I would not even be surprised considering all that has gone wrong today." He mumbled with his brows furrowed cycling towards the fleet of black sleek cars.
"Young Master!" Someone yelled suddenly and he jumped back at the sudden gesture.
'That scared me!' He thought holding his chest.
"Young Master!" A unison of men in black greeted bowing their heads until their bodies inclined 90 degrees.
Arthur paused and turned his head to see if someone was behind him. There was no one. He turned around and pointed at himself.
"Me? Young Master?" He asked.
'Did their brains lose a bolt?' He wondered his eyes looking to and fro between the men who still had their heads bowed.
"Good Evening, Young Master." A man singlehandedly greeted. Arthur turned his head in the direction of the voice. The voice was familiar.
The man was dressed in a well-ironed Black Armani Suit. On his wrist was a black leather Calvin Klein wristwatch that screamed wealth.
"Mr. Robert?" Arthur asked with utmost surprise. What was he doing here and most importantly, how did he find him? And why now that he reeked of fish?!
"Mr. Robert?""It's nice to see you again, Young Master." The so-called Mr. Robert said with a deep bow and a smile."The feeling is not mutual," Arthur replied coldly. "Young Master!" Mr. Robert yelled hopelessly. Arthur rolled his eyes and walked away from the man. The guards could smell the fish that reeked on his body but they did not dare to close their nostrils or say something was smelling.Arthur noticed the uncomfortable look on their faces and a low sigh escaped his lips."Why are you here, Mr. Robert?" He asked parking his bicycle, his eyes on the punctured tire. How was he to repair that when he had no money for food? If only the popsicles hadn't fallen into the pool, he would have at least had them for dinner. No food was going to waste."Are you listening to me, Young Master?" Mr. Robert's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked up with a tired look, he faked a yawn and released a sigh."I would love to stay and chat with you, Mr. Robert, but unfortunately I'm
"Is he awake?" An older voice asked."Not yet, sir." Mr. Robert's familiar voice replied."Just how hard did you knock him out?!" The older voice yelled."We're sorry sir.""You're always sorry! Fools! Bunch of idiots!" The man yelled with a tsk sound.A groan came from the man in the bed and immediately, the room fell silent. Arthur groaned due to the light that hovered above him, shining brightly.He snapped his eyes shut and slowly peered them open to get adjusted to the light. Once he had adapted, his eyes looked around the room. The pure white ceiling that were covered completely with Plaster on Paris. They had intricate Gold designs at all four sides that touched the wall. His eyes fell on the window blinds that were silver in color.A huge family crest was marked it on it. He knew it. He was there. He was in that house again."Are you awake?" Mr. Robert asked walking to his side."No, I'm about to pass out again." Arthur replied sarcastically sitting up. "I'm glad to see you'
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Arthur stared at the door that his Father just exited his room through. He looked down at the paper on the coffee table that covered the fruits in the fruit bowl. He lowered his body slowly and took the paper. His eyes skimmed the tiny fonts written on the paper and slowly, tears welled up his eyes. His Father wasn't lying. He had to kill his mother. His eyes subconsciously drifted to where his Father sat earlier. A USB drive was sitting on the couch like it had been mistakenly left there. He grabbed it and looked around the room for a laptop or anything he could plug it in. He found none so he stepped out of his room. He met a maid as soon as he stepped out. "Hi." He greeted. The maid turned around with a blush and bowed her head. "Good day, Young Master. What can I do for you?" "A Laptop. I need a Laptop." "A lap-?" "Yes, a Laptop." He affirmed. "I'll get you yours right away, Young Master." A voice came from behind the maid. Arthur and the maid turned their head to the di
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"Oh look! It's Blue!" A voice boomed in the hallway. The voice belonged to Arthur's biggest and most persistent bully, Matthew. Or Matt, as his classmates and friends called him. Immediately, the students that filled the hallway parted ways leaving a boy whose face was glued to his worn-out pair of Nike Air shoes in the middle of the crowd. The shoe was originally white but due to being overused, it was now brown and tattered barely covering the wearer's legs. The leather bag that hung on his shoulder was held by the strap to the bag by a light thread that looked like it would fall apart anytime soon. The zipper of the bag was held together by wool that closed the teeth of the zip since the zipper had long worn out. His clothes were in no better condition. They looked wrinkled and faded out. Even though the shirt was blue, the blue was faded out due to having been worn five days in a row, hence the nickname. The faded-out jean trousers covering the lower half of his body were worse