The Return of Alexander Knight

Life's not fair

It was nine o’clock at night but the bustling streets of Veridian were still very much alive highlighting a very vibrant nightlife. The slums of Veridian was the place where night life in the city peaked as booze, sex, partying and the occasional robbing was a common sight at night.”

Amidst the buzz, a delivery truck pulled over at a nightclub and the driver alighted from the vehicle. He circled to the back of the truck, carried crates of drinks and proceeded to enter the club. After navigating his way through the mesh of dancing bodies; he made his way to the bar with the crates in tow.

“Blake, I’ve got the drinks. Were you at?” The driver whose name was Alexander shouted, trying to call out the bar attendant.

“I’m here I’m here you can stop screaming already” Blake stumbled from the corner. Alexander only had to look at the man and he knew he was drunk.

“Drinking on the job Blake?” Alexander asked with a small smirk on his face.

“Shut up Knightdale. Take the crates to the back and get back here.” Blake spat out and continued to indulge himself in liquor.

Alexander shook his head and took the drinks to the back of the bar. He went back to Blake and after collecting his tip, he started to hurry out of the club.

“Hold up Pretty face, we have unfinished business you’re still owing me remember.” Blake hollered at Alexander making him halt at his tracks.

Shit, Alexander thought as his mind began to race with possible excuses to come up with to stall the payment of his debt once again. If Alexander had his way, he wouldn’t have even been at the club but He had a job to do and he could only hope Blake was in a good mood before he came. He was initially ecstatic when he saw Blake drunk and he planned to make a quick escape before he could become sober and remember the debt but it seemed fate had other plans.

“Well? Cat got your tongue Knightdale? Where is my money.” Blaze asked with a dangerous undertone in his voice, Alexander gulped as he knew he wouldn’t be getting out of this situation easily.

A few eyes gazed at the scene of the confrontation as people began to mumble.

“It’s the pauper, he’s owing someone money again.” A man said with spite

“Seriously? This guy is just an annoying brat. He barely pays up his debts yet he keeps borrowing.” another gossiped about Alexander

“Can’t believe a handsome hunk like him would be so dirt poor. What a waste of good looks.” A woman ridiculed

“Just look at his clothes, he can’t even afford decent clothes, so sad” A man cackled

Alexander heard all the comments being directed at him and he gritted his teeth in frustration. He however didn’t respond as he had no way of denying any of the insults directed at him. He was wildly known as a pauper and a debtor in the slums of Veridian, he was 26 years old, tall at 193 cm, and was very handsome with long blonde hair that was soft to touch and deep blue eyes that seemed to stare at your soul when you looked at it. Unfortunately, his good looks were completely overshadowed by his poverty and even though he worked as a delivery man in the Ale factory. His pay was barely enough to cater for his needs and so he became a well-known pauper with a knack for accumulating debts.

Blake began to make his way to Alexander with an empty bottle of alcohol in his hands when Alexander failed to reply to him.

“Blake, hey man, please I just need more time. Come on, cut me some slack.” Alexander took a step back trying to plead with Blake.

“How much time do you need you wretched pauper?” Blake threatened as he made his way towards Alexander

“Just give me until next week, I’ll get you your money stat.” Alexander continued to back away as he raised his hand in self defense, in case Blake decided to move mad.

“How do you expect me to believe that you’ll be able to come up with one thousand dollars within the week, Knightdale?” Blake raised an eyebrow as he questioned Alexander.

“Just trust me Blake, I’ll think of something.” Alexander pleaded trying to buy more time for himself.

Blake paused and after a moment of contemplation he nodded.

“Five days, Knightdale, you have five days. If you don’t have my money in five days then I’ll take my debt by breaking you from limb to limb.” Blake threatened with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“I’ll get you your money in 5 days Blake. Drop the bottle please.” Alexander said with relief on his face.

“Actually Knightdale, I feel you actually need a small example of what I’ll do to you once you fail to give me my money.” Blake moved suddenly, swiftly breaking the bottle on Alexander’s head. The pieces of the bottle broke Alexander’s skin causing him injuries.

“Get me my money Knightdale or else” With a final threat, Blake turned and made his way back to the bar.

Alexander pressed the wound on his head trying to stop the bleeding but it wasn’t working. Gritting his teeth and swallowing his anger, he made his way out of the club with mocking gazes and cruel comments trailing him as he made his way back to his truck.

Retrieving a bandage from the truck's trunk, he bandaged the wound and sat inside the truck sipping on some alcohol he stole from the crates he was ordered to deliver.

He clenched his fist in anger as the embarrassment he was subjected to at the club was still fresh in his mind. The thought that he couldn’t even do anything infuriated him even more and he threw his drink out of the window in frustration.

He began to dial his girlfriend’s number as he needed to calm down but she didn’t answer the call. After trying her number multiple times, Alexander gave up. He noticed for a long time that his girlfriend Bianca had begun to act a little weird, acting cold, nonchalant and distant. Alexander thought she was just in her period but when she persisted, he began to feel bothered. He decided to call his best friend Ethan to discuss the issue with him and cool down in the process.

He picked up the phone and dialed Ethan’s number and after two rings, Ethan picked the call.

“Hey Alex, what’s up man. Are you good?” Ethan asked

“I’m pretty banged up man but I’m still breathing at least.” Alexander replied with a tired tone

“Are you sure you’re alright Alex? Do you need help?” Ethan's concern was evident which made Alexander smile in gratitude.

“Are you home? I think I could use a break man.” Alexander asked.

“Sure, come on over, you’re a lucky man though. I just ordered pizza, so bring in some booze on your end.” Ethan said

“Alright, no problem. Thanks man.” Alexander replied

Alexander cut the call, started the car and began to drive to Ethan’s crib.