Exasperated rasps escaped his lips as he strode out of the driveway - striding down the road. Every step trudging in despair and anxiety with the resonance of insects rending into the calmness of the night.
The alley was void of people and the distant headlights of passing cars occasionally blared into Bryan's view, with the raves of their engines slashing into his thoughts frequently.As Bryan treaded through the silent alley, his thoughts swirled with every distant headlight that pierced the darkness. Finally reaching a restaurant's parking lot, he wearily leaned against a car, his head bowed, fingers unconsciously ruffling his hair. He peered at his timepiece and it was exactly midnight, he heaved a sigh - eyes still fixated on the timepiece. It felt like waiting for the waves of an ocean, and when it finally hits you, instead of swimming to the shore, you're stuck at the ravine of the flow.His eyes - stung with tears, every miserable mess he'd been through replayed in his head at that moment and he hemmed his hands across his stomach.Poor Bryan.A familiar chuckle tore into his ears. For a moment it sounded like one of those nights when he was tired and all he heard was cackles and noise of lovers hanging out. It's one of those nights, but the voice of the lady seemed to ring bells of extreme familiarity. He traced the place where the sound came from and his heart constricted in shock."That's Charlotte" he mumbled under his breath.He shifted to the back of the car - close to the trunk, to get a proper view of the scene.Bryan blinked his eyes rapidly to ensure he wasn't dreaming, and the scene in front of him wasn't a schtick from a Disney movie.Charlotte was moving toward the parking lot with another man. They clung to each other like lovebirds and the sight of it made shrills of nausea and anger run through Bryan's veins.Bryan's instincts gained momentum, and he slowly stifled his face beneath the car - but he still had a hazy view of them through the windscreen.The creaks of their steps drew closer than before. Bryan's eyeballs dilated when he realized they were pacing towards the car - the car he was hiding close to its trunk."They're coming towards me" Bryan muttered under his breath. He wiped the streak of sweat slipping down his face as he raised his head, sauntering towards the duo - enraged."Charlotte?" Bryan yelled, walking towards them.The duo struck a pause. Charlotte slowly turned to trace the voice to Bryan's lips - her hands still stuck under the arm of the man standing next to her.Her demeanor shrunk when she saw Bryan trudging towards them in outright rage."Charlotte"Bryan narrowed his lips together. He parted them when he noticed the irritated stare on the face of the guy holding his girlfriend by the arm - like he was walking her down the aisle with her."Is this the home you told me you were going to stay at?" Bryan shouted - staring at Charlotte. "You told me you were sick and you needed to rest.....""...and, what's going on here?" The guy with Charlotte broke in.Those hasty words made Bryan turn his gaze to the man. His deep brown eyes made shrills of pressure run through Bryan's veins. He was going to smack him in the nose or better still pull him by the collar and headbutt him and warn him sternly to stay away from his girlfriend. But he was so scared of those muscles. The man's biceps and triceps looked like a man who'd lived his entire life in the gym. A single altercation may send Bryan to intensive care.Bryan bit his lower lip - breaking eye contact with the man. He turned back to Charlotte. "c...Charlotte w..who's this man?" Bryan stuttered.Charlotte feigned a frown. She stared into space and locked her gaze back on Bryan. "what are you doing here Bryan?" She shot.A bleak smile curled on Bryan's lips. That was the last thing he expected to hear from Charlotte. After all, he caught her snuggling into another man's arms. In a Disney movie, she was meant to kneel and knead her hands together and plead. But her demeanor didn't portray and sign of remorse.Bryan bit his lips for the umpteenth time. He stepped closer to Charlotte - still dazed at her utterance. "What do you mean?" What are you doing with this man out here? He was even kissing you" he muttered. His voice sounded melancholic, other than the fierce way he thought his voice was going to sound.The man standing with Charlotte nudged Bryan's chest. "Step back," the mystery man said, footing into Bryan's space.Bryan clenched his fist. For a moment, the fear he had about getting beaten up vanished, as his eyes were beginning to seethe with rage. Another nudge could lead to a chaotic altercation."Hey, stay away" Bryan threatened, darting a finger into the air. He turned to Charlotte again "Say something Charlotte, what's going on?" He asked - impatient."What going on is that you're causing a scene here. You're harassing my girlfriend" The man cut in. He slowly pushed Charlotte to the side and he slopped a stance in front of Bryan.A ball of fury clenched Bryan's throat, as wrinkles appeared at the corner of his face. "Touch me one more time and I'd send you to intensive care" Bryan muttered through his teeth. At this point, his heart was pulsing like it'd fall off and every vein in his system was willing to bleed rage."What the hell will a loser like you do?" The mystery man said. He connected his palm to Bryan's cheek.For a moment, Charlotte's lips sulked in a silent wow - at the sound of the slap. But what can the naive blonde do? This mystery man pays the bills her supposed boyfriend can not afford.Bryan grabbed his cheek. His feet shivering in fury and a drizzle of uncertainty. He raised his hand to slap the man too, but he got manacled. The sharp grip around his wrist overpowered him. The pain became unbearable and Bryan was forced to let out a loud groan. He gripped his aching arm with the other one - head hunched - and a face festooned with sweat."Please let go..... You're hurting me" Bryan shrieked in pain."....wait.... Are you trying to slap me back?"..... The mystery man snarled. He further tightened his grip around Bryan's arm. "You freaking loser. You're weak like a vessel. Watch me crush your bones"Bryan toiled to free himself from the violent grip, but every attempt ended up hurting him. "...please, let me go""You don't deserve this alluring woman," the mystery man said. He violently let go of Bryan's arm and he fell to the floor."A mere delivery boy wants to compete with me... Isn't that the most hilarious joke of the century?" The mystery man snarled, locking eyes with Charlotte. He moved closer to her and placed a kiss on her lips.Bryan's heart constricted in rage. It felt like every part of his life suddenly came to a halt - as he watched Charlotte kiss another man - right in front of him."You can have a woman like her when you can afford this," the mystery man said, pulling out a car remote. He hit a button on it a beeped loudly.Bryan's eyeballs dilated. Bryan's goal was to save up and buy Charlotte a befitting birthday present. But even if he saved his earnings for a hundred years, he'd never afford a Rolls Royce Wraith.Charlotte and her new man walked towards the car. At the drop of a hat, Bryan sank into the depth of the humiliation he just received.Tears trickled down Bryan's eyes. The sharp ambient lights became blurry - in his sight as his lips trembled sadly.Just in, his phone beeped.A whopping one hundred million dollars had been deposited into his account.Bryan's tear-streaked face transformed, mirroring the disbelief at the unexpected deposit. The weight of humiliation lingered, but the sudden fortune added a surreal twist to his night of heartbreak.Bryan's lips broadened in awe as he gazed at his phone. He blinked his eyes to ensure he wasn't hallucinating or the numbers he was seeing where because of the humiliation he just suffered. Again he brushed his face with the back of his palms, and he peered at his phone again. Nothing changed, the 100 million dollar alert was still there. Bryan sprang up from the floor. He clutched his phone to his chest, staring around the parking a lot. His feet trembled and he was terrified if someone had seen him. But the still and hushed state of the parking lot dashed his doubts completely. He locked eyes with lights from a distance (from an unknown source) he swirled around again, gaping at the entrance of the restaurant and then back to where he stood. His eyes kept blinking and he hesitated to take a step. He took the phone off his chest and tucked it into his pocket. He wiped off the smudge of tears in his face. After one minute, when it felt like he finally gathered the swiftness to mo
Bryan watched as the car drove away. His stare settled on the golden bracelet in his hand. He doesn't know much about ornament and stuff, but he needed no soothsayer to tell him that the bracelet in his hands cost a fortune. At this point, Bryan felt like a naive boy. Who's asked to choose what place he wants to go on his birthday? Either McDonalds, Walmart, or Starbucks. Whatever his choices are - there's a high tendency that he'll get his mouth soaked in candy at the end of the day. Bryan wants to believe that all what that old man said was true. But a part of his heart cringed at how hurt he'd feel if he found out that everything was all a lie. He wished someone would wake him from his dream and say "It's time for another delivery" Because all that has happened tonight was too much misfortune to contain for a mere delivery guy. The last sentence the old man uttered reverberated in Bryan's head. And he felt apt to hit his auntie up. Like the old man said, she'd have a lucid detai
"Drive to the nearest hospital," Bryan said as the taxi driver moved the car. His hands still hurting from the punch he connected to the fat guy's face. It was just the pain, Bryan didn't feel remorseful about what happened. After all, he was trying to save an accident victim - and a random guy showed up from nowhere, trying to stop him. Bryan's delivery uniform was decked with blood as the girl curled up close to his chest - placing her bleeding head on it. Bryan watched as her hair fluttered across his chest - her eyes were shut, and the entire backseat reeked of alcohol. "....you're gonna help me?," She said, chafing her hands across Bryan's chest - drawing visible lines on his shirt - with her blood as the ink. Bryan's throat quaked with nausea - because of his apathy for blood. Yet, he couldn't push the drunk lady away. He had to deal with the whole situation. "...yes, I'm gonna help you," Bryan said, his eyes locked on the road, the car zoomed down the block. The taxi came
"....who....are you??...you moron... Let me go" the girl said as Bryan pulled her by the arm. They sauntered into the reception of a five star hotel. One of the best hotels in LA. Bryan paused for a split second to stare at the luxurious aura of the room. His gaze settled on the shiny stairs and elevators, and to the beaming chandelier above his head. He looked back and forth for a few seconds before the supposed girl's violent pull yanked him off his realm of admiration. It dawned on him once again that's he's in a hotel and rooms are meant to be booked. Bryan dragged the girl - leading her to the desk of the receptionist. '....hello.." Bryan muttered - he still couldn't stop himself from looking all around the reception. "We desire a room" he added - without looking at the receptionist. "....y...you want to kill me in a hotel r.room, right?" The drunk girl stammered. "Every room has been occupied. There's no room" the receptionist said. Her words made Bryan turn to finally sta
Bryan descended the elevator and he pulled the drunk girl into a lowly hallway. The deserted hallway looked elegant - the huge chandeliers illuminated it - leaving several spatters of light on the floor. Each side of the hallway had several doors - and Bryan had to find a room with the "Room 752" inscription. "....m..my head is hurting" the drunk girl muttered.Bryan could feel the pain and discomfort oozing from her tone. Bryan quickened his steps. Every step Bryan and the drunk girl took reverberated loudly. They walked past a few rooms until Bryan halted their steps in front of a room dubbed "752" A sigh of comfort glided off the corner of Bryan's lips. They swiped the card on the door lock and it unlocked. He twisted the knob and pushed the door. The sight of a huge bed - festooned with a white duvet welcomed Bryan's sight. That was the first time he'd be in a five-star hotel. Bryan swirled his eyes all over the exotic room, sweeping off its aura in a single gaze. He shoved t
".....officer, you have the wrong person" Bryan said, when they got to the hallway - heading to the stairs. His heart thumped in extreme fear. "...you need to stop talking" officer Nate said, pushing Bryan forward to the elevator. "..I'm innocent, I...." "Shut up" The manager impeded. "You're a criminal and you'd be punished for your crimes" The receptionist shot Bryan an irked stare when they got to the reception. Bryan's heart constricted when he exchanged glances with her. *Make it faster" officer Nate said, pushing Bryan toward the exit. The serenity of the night welcomed their sights when Bryan and the two police men stepped outside the hotel. A police vehicle with blaring sirens was parked outside the facility. "This way" officer Nate said using his hand as a beeline for Bryan. They pushed Bryna into the van and before he could make any move of defense - the door had been shut - leaving him to the apex of the dark van. Bryan's heart palpitated in outright rage. It felt l
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"Its a pleasure to meet you sir" A man said - walking closer towards Bryan as he walked out of the elevator. "....thank you" Bryan muttered. He tucked his hand into his pocket in a bid to hide his anxiety."My name is Franklin, I'm the General manager. I've been instructed to show you around sir" The man said - his canines blared as if he was starstruck."Fine. I'd follow your lead" Bryan retorted. Bryan isn't in the best version of his wardrobe like he'll be on a Christmas eve. But every part of his grooming portrayed elegance, luxury and confidence. Even though his mind at the moment was far from confidence. It wasn't a nay saying when they said "Confidence can be faked" Bryan getting to know that his father owns the biggest tech company in the United States sound so unreal. But what's so unbelievable is that he'd be ascending the helm of that company - as the new CEO. Morris Inc is a household name in the tech industry and to think Bryan is the new CEO sent shrill of fright an