The Rise of Mackin Jones

Chapter 3

When he turned around he saw Lana almost naked, wearing only a mini-skirt far above the knee and a bra on. But to his surprise, he didn't see any man in the room. He moved towards her.

‘Where is the man? What is happening here, Lisa?’ Jones asked, boiling. He couldn't believe his heart for what he heard when he moved close to her. She cried awfully, ‘Somebody helps! He wants to rape. Please help!’

He was terrified by her terrible utterances. ‘What is this, Lisa? What are you doing?’ Jones was puzzled. He held her to stop.

‘Help! I'm doomed, he wants to rape me!’

Pa pa pa…

He heard some claps from behind that went on as if the clappers meant, ‘Well done. You are caught up.’ The claps were followed by Lisa's parents' voices, he looked back, and she quickly moved to their side.

‘I refused to believe all the evil you have been doing to my daughter until now. So this is who you are?’ said her father.

‘Sir, what do you mean? I met her…’

Her mother interrupted him, ‘Enough of your story! Listen to me, your time is over in this house; we gave you before but we cannot shelter a beggar and rapist under our roof anymore.’

‘In addition, we can no longer give our daughter to you as a monster. Take these divorce papers and leave.’ added his father.

‘No, Is this a planned work? She cheated…’

‘Just go, Jones! You are worthless to be my man. I'm done with you.’ she feigned crying.

‘Take the papers and leave or we will call the police that you are a rapist, and you will spend the rest of your life in jail.’

Jones snatched the papers and tore them.

‘It’s over now! With my sweat, loyalty, and help to your family's growth, this is how you pay back? And with my true love for you, Lisa, naming me a culprit is my reward? I will leave now…but you will pay for this…all of you will regret it.’

Since there was no evidence he could use to refute their allegation, and they have connived against him, he moved out, and they paved the way for him. As he got outside, a fresh air of sadness blew on him from head to toe; the people he made a family had betrayed and cheated him. He took his pizza and chocolate and stepped down the steps. While working past the car, he heard a strange male voice. He was shocked and looked back.

‘If you try to play smart on any of them, I will track you down with the authorities of this state I know, and you will get rotten in jail. A fool!’ a broad-faced and lanky guy said and chuckled at the entrance of the house. Jones became so boiling seeing Lanacuddling and smiling around the guy.

He intended to say something or strike the guy down, but he decided to let the car that had moved go. He turned his way and walked deadly tired down the street to the way he had come and crossed to the other side. If anybody met him, he would deduce that he was not crying out but deep down in his heart, a salt stream was oozing. After working for twenty minutes, he seemed to have been weighed down by sadness and became too weak to move further. He looked around and saw a shop with pavement and a very dim light in front of it about a yard away. He thought it would be safe there. He sat on his buttocks like a fallen log and devoured his food. With the mixture of air filled with grief and the soothing song of his satisfied stomach, Jones was lulled to sleep, cuddling in the cold.

‘Wake up, Man! Or else the waste packers will pack you away.’ said a man and kicked Jones awake. He rushed up and noticed it was past seven. He dusted himself and headed to work, eating his remaining pizza and chocolate.

'You are no more needed here. We have received horrible remarks from our customers about you though we know you for goodness before.’ Jones was shocked to hear this. 'Ahh! I didn't offend any customers. Okay…I will adjust.’

'It is over already. Please leave with all due respect.’

How could somebody give him horrible remarks? Who had he offended unknowingly? His sadness began piling up like a skyscraper when he got sacked from his other works without any tangible reasons for such actions. Was it not the bank manager that did that? He suggested. He thought of where to go but no idea came to his mind.

'I will never beg; I would rather go and hustle in the street.’ he walked in the streets looking for whoever had anything to do.

After earning some tokens and insults like (silly, foolish, pauper, and the like) from whoever wanted to do one thing or the others and bullies, he got some food and retired into the street in the evening around 7 PM. He counted all the money he had made without paying attention to what was going on around him and smiled because he saw his plan to rent a house with the money would soon come if he could get some work done in two days. He ate his food, kept his money, and slept off sitting on his buttocks. It was not that he was not sad of all he had seen but the tiredness of how he had toiled during the day was heavy enough on his heart to separate a man and his sorrow for a while.

When it was exactly 12 pm, 3 three bullies and hefty guys came and robbed him.

'Please don't go with my money; I have nobody or nothing to get another. Please.’

He pleaded. When they saw he wouldn't cooperate, they beat him to a stupor, the last thing he saw and felt was a heavy kick that landed on his neck like the sound of a war drum. They were also scared of his not breathing anymore. They carried him to a closer and hidden place between high buildings where people dumped a lot of refuse. They dumped him among the refuse and there were two drum-like dustbins, where he was laid, above his head and below his heels, and they ran away with his money.

He lay scattered among the refuse lifeless. Suddenly, he gasped around 3 AM as if the angels returned his snatched life. His vision was blurb; he saw a guy opening and closing his mouth like a dock and trying to kick him; Jones didn't hear anything, but all the guy was saying was, ‘Silly head, wake up. Can you breathe?’

Was he going to be robbed again? No, that won't happen as much, it's not more than a man. He rumbled and stylishly searched for anything strong to strike the guy down. He was able to grab a small bag during the search and pull it, but it refused to move. He could feel the guy’s kick then. He sat down suddenly, pushed the man with his hands, and lifted the bag with his whole force. He shouted as he tried to strike the guy, 'Leave alone, son of a bitch! I will kill you.’ The guy dodged the first strike and ran away without looking back before Jones attempted another one strenuously.

When the bag landed on the ground for the second time, it tore and some rectangular sparkling metal busted out. Jones’ eyes were widely opened and his full life returned to him. He wiped his face roughly with surprise. When he checked the metals again by robbing it against the wall, he discovered it was a BAG OF PIECES OF GOLD. He exclaimed, ‘This is my time, my arrival, and my rise!’