Chapter two.
The baseball bat dropped, rolled a few times before coming to a stop by the wall. Brian's feet couldn't move an inch, for he was in absolute dismay at the sight. He was right to have suspected he wasn't the only guy in the picture. And the sight before him proved everything right.Rebeca. His girlfriend of five years, all wrapped up with sheets and faking to have some decency even though she had none left. Her hair, in the roughest condition like someone who had been in bed throughout the week.To her right was a guy with some dark-curly hair. His no-shirt condition revealed his sand-brown skin, and his physique could be compared to Brian, who was still trying to figure out what the fuck was going. He just couldn't wrap his head around the whole thing."Is he your boyfriend?" the intruder asked in a tone a little bit above a whisper.Intruder?Yes. And that was how Brian saw the guy who made his girlfriend moan. His eyeballs narrowed. He must have interrupted a very steamy scene, and he confirmed it with the sweat on their foreheads.Damn.Rebeca nodded, wrapping herself in the sheets."Why is he staring like someone who saw a ghost? He doesn't deserve you by the way. And if all you've told me were true, then he is nothing but a drag-ass loser."Seth was the name of the intruder, the twenty-eight year old guy who just spoke. He even had the guts to say such trash after being caught in the act. His biggest mistake. Not even his money could save him, as he was soon to find out.Brian's eyes became dark, far too dark that the reflection of the guy banging his girlfriend could be seen.Rebeca must have been spilling her mouth unnecessarily. She must have told him about the rent that was soon to be due, and she must have told him about his mother.But how could a girlfriend do that to someone she claimed to love?Well, Rebeca could do, as it turned out. And Brian had no choice but to come to terms with the sad truth that she was never his girlfriend.Yes. Rebeca wasn't his girlfriend, but his enemy of five yesrs, Brian concluded in his mind.Not a word came from Rebeca in Brian's defense. The angry-looking guy wasn't expecting it by the way.Brian's flared his nostrils. "Do I need to remind you that you are still in my home!" Brian warned, but his words were only a joke to Seth who had seen the rent notice on the entrance door."Home you said!" Seth scoffed. "If my calculation is right, this time next week, you would be kicked out of this miserable place you called home." He spread his two arms wide open to signify the entire space, "you call this home?" he smirked.And as if that wasn't enough, Seth moved closer, exchange breath for a few seconds, and sucked her lips one more time. Far better than a French kiss.This rich kid got some balls. Seth was at his wits end, but he just messed with the wrong guy. The wrongest of all.Rage.But rage would not describe the way Brian's eyes narrowed. His life had been miserable. Yes. He could stand being insulted. His boss had told him to fuck off from the office barely twelve hours ago. And Brian could take all that shit. But the lady he thought to be his girlfriend being kissed in the apartment he paid for, was the ultimate disrespect, and one he could not tolerate."Comon Brian. No need for the drama. If you say you love me, why don't you just let me go. Not that you can afford to take care of me." Rebeca words dealt the last blow.Brian's organs rearranged, after which he assumed the guy to be an intruder who had come to steal his money, just like what the landlord had told him.Did he call the cops?Hell no.Brian could not afford to loose the opportunity to make them pay for their crimes, and he found the perfect panacea when he dropped a few strokes of the bat on some joints and knees, but careful enough to not commit murder.Rebeca's eyes flew wide open as she watched her lover screamed the agonies of pain."Are you cra—"A loud sound echoed, shutting her up immediately. Her cheek became red instantly.Brian could also do some damage with his hand.They were still in his apartment, the apartment he paid for with his hard-earned money and Brian wasn't comfortable with that arrangement. He got hold of the left leg that was now red.And Seth, still squeezing himself in an attempt to contain the pain coursing through body, got pulled from the bed, his body hitting the floor. And since the sheets were off, his rod dangled a few times during the struggle before coming to a still.But wait. Who the fuck was Seth?Seth was from the Anderson's family, one of the richest in the city. He rode the best car, wore the most expensive clothes and had the most expensive of everything. He was just stopping by to deliver a birthday present and since the girl he always had eyes on was home and alone, he could afford to miss the God given opportunity.Brian flared his eyes wide open. His nose twitched at the sight before him. The shiny rod at sight was far bigger than his. No way he could please Rebeca with the little thing between his two legs. And he wondered why she never complained.Brian was Crazy to have thought that.Seth must made her cum multiple times. An insult to his ego."You asshole!" Brian cursed. And with his now wrinkled face, he pounced on the guy and dropped a few kicks on the body.Seth rolled and screamed helplessly the whole time.He grabbed Rebeca by her hair; and with his other arm, Brian pulled and dragged Seth on the floor to the main entrance. He shot the door after ridding himself of the pathetic individuals."Good riddance," he said.Brian couldn't lie on the bed. An awful but familiar smell hit his nose even after taking off the moist sheets. He just confirmed that the guy had cummed on his bed.But Brian could live with that. He released a huge sigh. Although his now ex-girlfriend had cheated on him in his apartment, he was satisfied to have given them a taste of his anger.A balanced equation.Chapter threeOne week later.Yes. Exactly one week it was since Brian rid himself of his good-for-nothing girlfriend who was now ex. He could now focus on his work and also got some personal space. So far, the problem was how to raise the the down payment for the surgery.The doctors had made it clear. To pay, or to stop the treatment. No long story.Brian poured himself some coffee and took a few bites from the sandwiches.That was his regular breakfast. He could afford to prepare it during his rush hour.Work.The only thing he thought about as he strolled towards the door. A work that could not afford to take care of his sick mother. Well, he had no choice because he still had to pay his bills.Brian froze when the door swung open.A gray-haired man with some wrinkled face came to sight. The veiny hand became more veiny when the fingers rested on the wooden door frame.Mr Andrews. The least person Brian expected, stood with both arms resting on each side of the door frame.No. Not
Chapter four.Confused.That's what they say when a man can't come to a conclusion among a list of options—not-so-good options by the way.Call it indecision if you like, but none explained the condition of a man who paid his rent five days ago, but came back from work and was denied access into the apartment he paid for.Confused?Hell no.Maybe a stalemate would best explain Brian's condition when he came home and found a chain anchored to his door. A huge padlock hung at its edge.Mr Andrews.His only thought. In fact, they only explanation he found for his plight. No other person in the world would do this but the sixty-five year old retired army captain.Brian kicked, but the century old door wouldn't give in. As far as he could remember, he still owned the place.Once again, he needed an explanation. He reached for his pocket and flipped open the Motorola cell phone. Mr Andrew should better have a good explanation."Hello, Mr Andrews, what's going on?""What do you mean by what'
Chapter five"Where did you get this?"Brian pulled his finger from the seemingly wrinkled grip of the old man sitting across the table.Brian never liked to talk to the customers directly, or serve their orders. That wasn't his duty. He was to make sure that all the customers got what they ordered for, and as fast as possible. But since Jessica and the other workers seemed to have succumbed to the flu, he had no choice.And here was a man, whose face was difficult to put an age on, asking him how he got the ring on his forefinger.Brian had no business answering the question. He had done his job by serving the coffee, and he moved to the next table.The world would have been a better place if people learned to mind their business, at least that's what he thought as he took the next order from two tables away.Few minutes later, Brian was done. He perched his aching ass on a stool to observe the happy customers as they continued their chit chat. Some bunch of happy customers with nowh
Chapter sixBrian wasn't left out of the list of surprised people. First, he was asked how he came about the ring; then, an invitation to dinner he almost regretted coming; and now, he was to become a son-in-law?Surprised!But Brian was more than surprised. Everything was happening fast, indeed too fast for him to keep track of. And Mr Danley, the man who dropped the marriage bomb, held the key to his answers.Brian excused himself, shuffling his feet as fast as his twenty-eight years old self could muster. He need to speak to Mr Danley, at least for some clarification. Marriage was the least of his concerns right now. Not with his mom dying at the hospital."Hello sir, hello sir, excuse me," Brian said, trying to put a stop on the man. Despite being sixty-five years old, Mr Danley still had the strength to move quickly. And it was not until he got outside did Brian finally catch up with him.Mr Danley screeched to a halt suddenly, "Yes. Something you want to say?"That question, aga
Chapter sevenThree months ago was when it all happened. Yes. Exactly three months, two weeks and six days. Nobody but Brian could remember this, for it was a day he would forever remember.No. Not just a day he would remember but a day that changed the course of his life. And that was something he must deal with."Where to, restaurant boy," came a voice.Brian ignored the voice and continued his quick steps. He didn't even turn either, for he recognize the voice. And soon, he existed the porch of the main villa.Words like this meant nothing to him anymore. He got use to it three months ago. In fact, it became a must if he must survived the harsh environment his marital vows plunged him into.And why shouldn't he?Ethan was the guy who spoke, the guy Ana had ditched. He wasn't just any guy but a rich guy that had vowed to make Brian's life a living hell. And so far, he was doing a pretty good job.Brian let himself into a separate section of two-bedroom apartment where he saw Ana, wh
Chapter eight.Brian wasn't bothered with the fact that he was seated at the back. No. He enjoyed the serenity the atmosphere presented him but the first sign of trouble he saw was when he found his good-for-nothing mother-in-law whispering only 'God knows what' to his wife.Yes. His mother-in-law was good, but for-nothing; and Brian had no apologies for calling her that. In fact, he thought she deserved worse.But when he heard Henry Danley rather than Ana Danley, he knew something had gone wrong. And he confirmed it when his eyes caught Ana excusing herself from the hall.Brian quickly followed her.There she was, seated on the stairs and all curled up. Her eyes could not but be teary at the disappointment.A clunking sound, more like a metal hitting a surface, fell on his ears while taking off his jacket, but Brian could not be bothered with anything except the sobbing lady in front of him. She must be cold. He moved and dropped the jacket on her shoulders."Darling, those tears ar
Chapter one16th Broadway street. A very busy street located in the suburbs of Koplin city. Just a normal street with some bunch of crazy lowlives, crappy-looking people trying to earn a living.Nothing special about the street, except the fact it was where Brian Fineman bolted to every morning of his miserable life.In fact, he was one of those lowlives who was trying to earn a living in a God forsaken street.And he was fed up, way too fed up, but who was he to quit the job?After leaving the crappy-looking-single-room apartment he called home, he saw himself at the train station. 6am never saw him on bed but at the train station, trying to catch the next train to Lousy Lou Restaurant, the next place he called home.But Lousy Lou wasn't his home in the real sense; but since a guy like him spent fifteen of the twenty-four hours in a day taking orders and serving food in one of the most famous restaurants at Broadway Street, you could call it his home.And just like every other day, B