The Hated Millionaire Heir

Delirious

“We don’t know where you came from.” The eldest chipped, “She came with you one night and introduced you as our sister. She never talked about your whereabouts just that you were a blessing to our family.” The second sister spoke. “So, none of you know where I came from or who my father was?” Angel asked, all three sisters shook in denial. “It doesn’t matter okay.” The eldest comforted her, “Ever since you came, our lives changed for the better. You saved all of us even mother.” The third confessed. Angel had questioned her existence several times, where was she from, why did she feel a spike of joy though she didn’t feel the need of being so, why she could be pitiful despite no cause of such, she was aware she was of a different father but still why? Only one person could answer this question but unfortunately life was too cruel for Angela and denied her the opportunity. Salma had passed away in a fatal road accident that caused her instant death on the public service bus that tumbled down the hillside, she had every answer, why she had a brown birthmark on her left hand yet no one else did, life closed the door and shunned those hopes but years later she had the answer in front of her, life brought it back in human form. It’s been a week since the twins met, Abigail was given Angel as her guide to show how things roll in Gruem while Becky was handed Randy, with desks opposite one another the twins would catch up on their distant childhood memories. Additionally, Angel would tour her twin on various news resources on the field and since she was into tech subjects, there was one place to start, “The Masons Enterprise”, she read out loud. “We dated once.” She confessed, Abigail had developed an ambitious interest on the Masons and within her digging she found some pictures floating on the internet of her sister wrapped around the CEO of Masons enterprise. So even more interested she approached her sister and with nothing to hide she claimed guilty. “Can you set a meetup for us two please?” Abigail begged, one of her tasks was to come up with a story to take back to her boss, her sister had connections with the most successful industry yet, so why not make that the story. “We haven’t been on good terms he wouldn’t be that glad to see me.” Angel hesitated, she was aware of her sin and how deeply it hurt Tony, the amount of pain she inflicted because of her lustful desire, Tony may had moved on but she hadn’t.

“Tony please, I’m sorry! Please! Tooony” she cried, “I gave you everything what did I not give you. What!” he reprimanded, after Tony caught Angel in the act he was emotionally traumatized, the first step he took was chasing her out. The lad involved was whipped out stark naked with his clothes in his left, his shoes in his right and his keys in his mouth, “Follow him!” he commanded, the loving, caring, gentle boyfriend of hers died that day. She had a lingerie on and that was all she owned, Tony mercilessly barged in their room, tore her clothes from the wardrobe, stashed them in a travel bag and flung them out the window, feet from the lad’s car. “Your clothes are outside. Leave my house now!” he ordered, realizing the impact of her mistake, Angel was too weak to face the consequences, the wrath of the heartless being she unleashed on herself, she couldn’t control it, her whispers had no meaning, her gentle blows and tears were nothing, she had only one choice. She gathered herself from the floor, tied her lingerie, wore her slippers and dragged herself out, her cries echoed as her tears glistened the floor. She turned back before she left and she saw how truly she had wronged him, he saw the tears from his eyes, her sin was unforgivable and she was to live with that to this day.

Some shoves and consistent urges she snapped out of her trance, Angel had relived her sin and the pain had consumed her all over again, her eyes were swollen and a tear rolled down, “What’s wrong you are crying. Are you okay?” Abigail asked worried. “I’m okay I will call him if he doesn’t call first.” Angel promised, Abigail thanked her sister for her favor and as gratitude she wrapped her hands across her back and briefly the sisters hugged and for once in their lives they felt whole.

In casual black jeans, an orange Polo shirt, and grey rubber shoes he stood there glaring at the pond, he had his left hand in his pocket and his right free to feel the breeze and relive the good times. Tony closed his eyes and reminisced their encounter, how her cologne was like, what attire she wore, how short she was yet tall enough to whack someone, he breathed in, cleared his mind, breathed out and in again. “Hello.” She greeted, “Hey.” He answered back, it was their first formal date for the two, Tony and Angel, after they had briefly introduced themselves during the elevator scenario they sought to enlighten the experience of the other. Postponing the board meeting for the next day, Tony in his brown suit stopped by his secretary as he left the building, opting the cab transportation instead he reached for some cash and slammed it on the driver’s window who was busy solving a puzzle. “The park.” He muttered, the driver paid what he earns in a week in one trip revved the engine, turned on the stereo and on channel QW 12-68 he settled and drove away. “I am checking on a friend she is sick.” She requested, “Fine but after your lunch break.”, the boss instructed, exiting her superior’s room she impatiently waited for the struck of noon pondering her work desk nervously glaring at her watch every two minutes. Eventually the city bell rang and wrapping herself midday, she grabbed her purse and rushed for the elevator, inside she surveyed herself, her blue top and black trousers were official yet casual, she hurried out in her black flats and inside the cab she informed the driver of her destination, “The park.”.

They trampled on the dry leaves laughing, licking their ice cream cones cracking jokes on the ice cream’s seller’s idea of a hairnet yet he was bald, warmed herself with inside his coat as they photographed their memories in the booth. She flapped the photo and the image displayed itself, they had spent half the day watching ducks wabble on water, comment on the gold statue of the first business entrepreneur, fill their bellies with junk quick snacks, they had showed the other they enjoyed their company. “Guess this is goodbye.” He stated, the day had come to an end as darkness took over and the moon replaced the sun, already called the cab for her the two stared at one another for a brief moment. This was their first meetup yet they both wished it could last longer, so she could get his warmth, so he can hold her close, but there was a hopeful future and to a toast they hugged. She smiled at him as she pulled herself back holding the door open to enter, however she looked back before she closed the door, the hug wasn’t enough, she jumped back and planted a kiss on his lips and expectedly Tony gladly received it. “Now that’s a goodbye.” He jokingly ushered, meaning her farewell this time she settled in the cab and Tony closed the door for her, he waved as the car drove away and eventually lost track of the car as it mingled in the busy night traffic. Alone for the moment, he sniffed in his coat’s scent like an addict, he rubbed his lips with his tongue tasting the left remnants of her kiss, joyous of the day he had and the kiss most of all he rushed to the ice cream man and muttered, “Baldy give me one chocolate.”. He licked his cone as the night ran its course in nature and the moon continued its cycle.

He opened his eyes, the over head sight of the leaves swaying in the breeze branches dancing to its tunes, the clear blue sky above, he meditated bringing his neck down and began his walk. Childishly he trampled on the dry leaves enjoying the crackling sound after each step, the breeze smoothly slapped his face from the left as the gentle sun rays kissed on his right. He followed the pavement amidst the crowd, men rushing to pay their taxes, pick pocketers chased by cops, he savored the entwined ideal peace and chaotic stature, how two incompatible states harmonically synchronized, eventually he was at his old friend. “Baldy one chocolate.” He requested, over the years he was fond of this park and more so his ice cream supplier who supplemented him with his weekly ice cream consumption, his name was Mike, but Tony always in the habit of making fun of his friend’s unique facilities used his head instead. “It’s been years and you have never once called me by my actual name.” Mike complained, scooping a lump with the ice cream scooper he planted it on the cone before returning the scooper back, “Why call you Mi…”, “Excuse me one vanilla for my daughter and one chocolate for my son.” The lady politely interrupted. Attending to his customer, Mike opened his ice cream container, grabbed a cone and his scooper, dipping the scooper in the solid like vanilla bucket he scooped a ball sized scoop and placed it on the cone handing it to the lady as he reached for another cone. “This is for you darling.” She gifted her daughter, the little girl around six years old clamped the cone firmly licking it smoothly enjoying the cold sensation it caused. “She is quite the licker.” Tony commented, both adults chuckled as the mother turned to her daughter and playfully pinched her cheek, “Yes she is.” She said brushing her daughter’s hair. “Here it is.” Mike spoke, his cone was finished and the boy impatient reached his hands out and grabbed the cone despite his height, “Quite the grabber.” Mike added. “I know one a licker another a grabber how we parents survive to raise them is a mystery.” She chuckled handing Mike his payment, grabbing her daughter’s arm she walked away as her son went ahead busy enjoying his cone.

“I would have had a family about now.” He began, Mike was too familiar with his talk, he knew when he started with such a statement he would pour the blame of others on himself and start yawning on why he didn’t do better. “Tony we talked about this you never did anything wrong.” He convinced him, Mike had a daughter, she was turning eight years old in a month, “But why is it that…”, “But nothing! You never did anything wrong they did.” Mike affirmed him not giving him a chance to start loathing on past mistakes. “Go play with the ducks get your mind off whatever it is you thinking.” He advised him, Tony adherent to his friend’s advice took a walk and headed for the bench, “Thanks baldy.” He thanked him. Angered but still glad, Mike went back to his ice cream work adapted to Tony’s consistent jokes, he was his secrets holder and more so the ice cream had a certain sensation that made him open up, thankfully Mike had saved Tony from a lot of depressing thoughts that he locked in and eventually jarred them out making him relieve the psychological burden. He was his friend; ice cream was most certainly his best friend.

He sat on the bench glaring at the ducks, they wabbled on the water with their webbed feet, they quacked rhythmically, he threw some crumbs and they squandered for them, he smiled in enjoyment. While he rested his mind clear of his thoughts, he knew what really brought him here apart from his routinely ice cream pickups, he had waited for an hour but glaring at the ducks seemed to more time worthy than the meetup an hour overdue. “Hi.” The voice greeted, for a moment he froze, he was aware of the voice, he mastered the pitch and was sure that calling was for only one lady. He turned his heart pounding, it has been years will they recognize each other, “Hey Tony.” She greeted again. Confusion exploded making him delirious, he was seeing two of Angel, one with a blue top another with a tight green dress, he rubbed his eyes with his palm to ascertain his sight, he wasn’t delirious there were two of Angel. “Hi, I’m Abigail Angel’s twin sister.” Abigail introduced, at this point what was shocking, the fact that Angel had a twin sister or the pain that she didn’t tell him about it.