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Liam turned to a slap that landed directly on his cheeks. "How dare you come near my girlfriend," a deep voice roared."No, please, he was wounded and I had to assist him," Lindy scowled at Roberts, her light voice showing her disappointment ."Shut your traps, bitch! You're a cheat. I have warned you severally," the tall guy snarled, his eyes red in anguish. "Look here, young man, I don't tolerate people coming around my babe," he snorted.Lindy couldn't believe what Robson did; she knew him to be so possessive but never to that very extent."I'm sorry, man," Liam said, his eyes clouded with tears as he struggled to blink, cleaning his eyes repeatedly. "Get the fuck out of here," Robert grumbled."Man, always be calm; you can't tell what tomorrow ho..." Liam didn't finish his statement when another slap landed on his face."Liam, can you stop it," Lindy screamed as several other individuals laughed at him with contempt.A tear dropped from Liam's eyes; he couldn't believe he was prey to several predators."Loser, you ain't got any strength, some sort of a rat-face guy like you," another guy from the group screamed, the words piercing.He stood up, clung to his bag, hugging it lifelessly, and turned to walk away as other members of the class laughed at him."Go get a life, man," a lady hissed as she threw an empty can of drink on Liam.*********Liam walks pitifully into the school restaurant, trying to find a place to get a plate of dinner before taking his medication. He opens the door, then yawns to express his tiredness. "Can I have a snack?" he asks the seller politely as he hands out a few currencies to her. A tray of chilled soft drink and 2 rolls of burger are sent to the desk where Liam is seated."Thanks," he says, raising his brow gently, as he grabs and begins to have a bite of the snack."See who we've got here," a voice echoes from behind Liam; he recognizes it to be Macho's voice. A group of six huge guys walks into the cafeteria. "What a poor weakling?" they laugh as Macho sits facing Liam."What is this shit in your neck?" Macho scowls, pointing his hand at Liam's amulet, a necklace given to him by his late mother."Don't touch that, man," Liam replies, covering it with his left hand to stop Macho from touching it."That's too poor to be a necklace, and never touch my hand when I try to touch that," Macho grumbles, raising his brow."What's that shit you're wearing?" he drags through to cut out the amulet."Stop it, man," Liam laments as he stands up to walk out of the cafe.Macho pushes him to the floor, the drink flips and empties in Liam's face as he lays on the floor. Some other students in the cafe bring out their phones and begin to video, cheering Macho and humiliating Liam."Go, man, hit him harder," one of Macho's group members sneers as Macho boots Liam continuously.Just as Liam lies on the floor, a man from the office runs out. "Hey, let him go, do you want to kill him?" he pushes Macho away from Liam."Get up, man, run away," the man says, then turning to Macho. "You don't act that way; he is just a young guy.""Fuck off, man," Macho groans. "Can't he find another place to eat? It's my zone for crying out loud.""Waiter," he screams as a young lady walks from the other room, "you are welcome, guys," she says."Get us something more expensive," he wails. His pride is filled; he can sense some students turning to look at him.Liam heads to the hostel, pains running through every point of his body. He folds his arms, which are bleeding profusely."I'm fucking tired of this," he says to himself as he walks through the pathway."Hello," a voice shouts from a distance. He turns to see Lyndy running towards him. "Wait, I'm sorry, man. I didn't expect that to happen to you. I hope you've forgiven me.""Yes, ma'am" Liam says as he hurries, though trying to escape the prying eyes of Robert."Are you leaving just immediately?" Lyndy doesn't finish her words when she turns to see Liam hurrying through the path heading to the hostel.She shakes her head pitifully and turns to walk away.That night is filled with pains for Liam as he folds into his bunk, his elbow hurting him badly.He tries to force himself to sleep amidst the noise from the other students in the hostel.******* In a moment Liam is asleep, but then he dreams of paradise lost, not like Milton's but truly his was lost as he temporarily escapes the pains ."Wake that guy up, " a guy roared."How can he be snoring that way?" Another added,"I've got a perfect way for it, Willie," a slim dark-skinned guy exclaimed. He picks a bottle filled with water and empties the same on Liam, who had just closed his eyes to sleep, a means of escaping the agonies he had faced that day.Liam jumps from the bed instantly, hitting the injured elbow on the iron stand of the bunk."What the fuck, man, How dare you snore that way?""I'm sorry, guy, but you didn't need to do it that way". Liam's response was calm but frustrating, showing how displeased he is about his life.He wipes off the drops of water on body using the already wet bedding. The other guys laughed scornfully as Liam jumped out of the bed."You're a fucken clown man" , I wish I could capture that, a guy with a deep voice sounded from the left wing of the room as they all laughed in unison.*********The next morning seems like a different day for Liam. He walks into the classroom with a positive mindset, but immediately he steps into the room, everyone's head snaps towards the door. Just as he takes his seat, they all laugh in unison."Man, what happened last night?" a dark guy asks him, pointing out his phone to Liam to watch a video where he was poured water in the hostel."The damned thing snored like a toad," another guy snorts, and they giggle again."You can't imagine that Wills emptied a whole bottle of water on him to stop the idiot from snoring," Alexandria, a fat guy, says while pointing his fingers at Liam.Liam is disconcerted; he never expected the day to be just like the other. He stands up to leave the class. His countenance changes; he looks behind to pick up his bags, but then he bumps into a lady. Just as he turns his face, he sees her phone on the floor; he had mistakenly made it fall, causing the screen to crash.Liam opens his mouth in bewilderment, his eyes fixed to the broken device on the floor.His Greatest FearsSandra, a rude and arrogant girl in her early 20s, happens to be one of the top-class students at Opulent University. She wastes no time but holds Liam by his shirt immediately. "That phone costs $70,000. You've ruined it from your carelessness, so you'll have to pay up right now."Liam startles, not knowing what to do or say. He looks blankly at Sandra; his gaze shows a level of confusion and remorse. The other students cheer Sandra, who is breathing heavily, her eyes burning in provocation."Sandra, please calm down. It was a mistake. Please forgive me," Liam pleads.Even after hearing his apology, nothing changes. Sandra still stands with a sad demeanour, her lips tightened as she pulls Liam to and fro."I dare not want to hear you say it was a mistake. I want you to pay up right now, or you hand me something expensive that you've got in exchange for it," Sandra grumbles."It's too much for me, Sandra," Liam laments. "I would definitely pay up for it in due time.
Liam's AwakeningAs the evening shadows stretched across the cliff, Liam's lifeless form lay still, the pendant around his neck glinting faintly in the fading light. Suddenly, a shimmer of light danced along the necklace, a precious gift from his mother. In a breathtaking moment, Liam's body stirred, as if stirred by an unseen force.A surge of energy pulsed from the pendant, a radiant beacon against the darkening sky. Lightning crackled, striking with precision, illuminating the scene with an eerie glow. Every passerby saw it from a distance and halted, drawn by the spectacle unfolding before them. Liam's fingers twitched, his pulse quickened, and his eyes snapped open.A fiery redness engulfed his irises, shimmering like embers in the night, heralding a transformation that would alter his fate forever.He springs up, the force of wind raising his body. It twirls as it elevates, defying gravity. In some seconds, he lands on the other side of the pathway, the field he had once been
Retaliation BeginsLiam shook his head, trying to maintain a delicate posture. He turned to walk out, trying to force his toes from beneath Richard's feet.Richard immediately opened the drink, emptying it all on Liam's head."Loser!! I so enjoy humiliating you, boy," he bragged.The students laughed hysterically, but just then Lindy approached Richard with a frown."Can you stop treating him this way? It's pathetic how you make him a subject of jest and mockery." Just as she was about to finish her words, Richard turned to her, pushing her away."Get out of here. This has nothing to do with you," he gloated. "No, don't do that," Liam attempted to stop him, but Richard slapped him, the swish sound of the slap echoed in the cafeteria.There was an abrupt jubilation from the students. Liam didn't need to be told that it was the right time for him to teach Richard a lesson of his life. **********Immediately, the blue rays showed like a shadow before him. He breathed deeper, his arms fe
The Shocking MomentThose questions lingered in the air as Liam sobbed continuously, tears running down his cheeks, but just as he pondered on it, he saw his greatest fear walk towards him, it was Lyndy, the girl who never liked and never hated Liam. "Hello" , she waves, her beautiful English accent flowing as she stares at Liam as though she had a pending issue. "What's it Lindy? Liam broke the silence, after he had wiped his eyes severally with the back of his hands, trying to keep a calm gesture.His face looked blank, he tried to spice it up with a short smile."I still can't believe what happened at the cafeteria the other day, Liam, have you always been rich or were you just trying to make me feel like you're wealthy?" The curiosity in Lindy's face showed. Her eyes widened as she stared at him, expecting a reply. Liam smiled again, turning his head to and forth, then turned his face to write on the wall, showing a feeling that made him look like he was shy, "of course I wo
A Piece For His MolesterPhil arrives at the school medical unit, his heart pounding with the urgency of the situation."Hey, can you help me?" His voice is urgent, pleading. A nurse rushes towards him, her eyes wide with concern, while another, sits lazily with hesitation to assist.Several other nurses continue with their busy schedules, but the urgency in Phil's voice cuts through the normalcy of their day.The nurse attending to Phil quickly assesses his injuries, her hands moving swiftly and skillfully as she checks for any signs of serious damage. Phil is pale and shaking, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The nurse's brow furrows in concern as she realizes the extent of his injuries.He was rushed into the emergency unit, but then the school gardener walked in, shocked to see Phil at the medical unit. "I found that guy fighting in the school garden with another student, I wouldn't know if he was being molested but please give him proper medical attention," the gardener tol
The Next ShowdownThe other nurses rushed to assist Phil, who was walking slowly, leaning on the wall at intervals. The name on her name tag decoratively hung from her breast."Vicky, you were in charge of the wounded guy who walked in here earlier. Did you give him the proper medications?" Nurse Gracie asked, turning to look at the earlier nurse who had handled Phil in the emergency room."Gracie, there's nothing I can do for that guy. I only had to give him proper first aid, but he is a scholarship student and, as you know, he'll need to apply for his medication bills from his scholarship source," she yanked off with a quirked eyebrow, turning to Phil with her usual smirk which suggested mockery."Vicky, you should know that he is a patient and wouldn't be lucky, rich, or connected like you and the other students here. So always try to assist, please," Nurse Gracie yelled at the others who treated Phil with contempt, unknown to her of his true personality. She rushed to a drawer, p
Beggars At His FeetLindy caught in immediately. "I think he wasn't fine, Vanguard," she tried to calm Vanguard, but the annoyance in Vanguard boiled even more.Vanguard grabbed Liam's shirt with a firm grip, her fist tightened the more. The women pushed to separate her, but not until she let loose of his shirt. Two buttons fell off."Stop it, girl, can't you pity his condition? Do you have no conscience?" a dark woman asked Vanguard, who was breathing heavily at that moment."Allow her to teach him a lesson," another student added. A smirk showed on her face as she looked at Liam with a fixed stare, running her eyes up and down."I now see the reason why you have all these punches on your face," Lindy responded from where she was sitting. "You can't imagine that everyone is against him except for the little girl right there". Everyone's eyes turned in the direction of the woman's fingers, who turned to point at Lindy, but before it could settle, Lindy was already walking out of the
Liam strolled through the hallway, his footsteps creating an echo that lingered behind him. The students he walked by hardly knew the person they thought they recognized. The timid boy who allowed others to take advantage of him was no longer present; instead, there was a person who radiated a sense of calm power. Lindy stood at the entrance, feeling her heart race. What was the recent event? She had always seen Liam as fragile, someone who could be easily controlled. This Liam, who had an unshakable confidence and a pile of money, was a stranger to her. She nibbled on her lip as her previous laughter slowly turned into doubt. Attempting to pursue him, she hesitated, uncertain of what she should say. Vanguard was a different issue. She had consistently relished her control over Liam, but currently, she experienced a peculiar blend of annoyance and respect. What was the source of his wealth? Why did he choose not to inform anyone? Her mind raced as she attempted to harmonize the Liam
The period following the gathering at Father Michael's church was more peaceful than anticipated by everyone. Life continued on as though nothing was different, but deep down, everyone understood that it was far from finished. Liam and his group had gone back to their usual activities, but the assignment to take down Harlow stayed in their thoughts like an unshakeable burden. Returning to his full-time position at the mechanic shop, Liam took comfort in the routine of his job. While his hands focused on repairing vehicles, his thoughts consistently returned to the unusual sense of tranquility. It seemed too perfect to be real, and Liam sensed an approaching storm. While the rest had gone their separate ways, the group remained connected through secret messages and occasional, low-key gatherings. Their facade of normality was just a temporary shield; they were all aware it wouldn't endure. Harlow had moved back into the darkness, his existence on the property a menacing danger. His
The night had dragged on, tense and uncertain, but now the morning sun bathed the town in a gentle, golden glow. After the close encounter with Harlow last night, everyone was completely drained - physically, emotionally, and mentally. They had successfully avoided a catastrophe, for the time being, but the task was not yet complete. Although Liam, Jordan, and Rachel successfully returned from Harlow's estate, they were unable to bring back his whole family. Some stayed faithful to Harlow, while some were too scared to go. The victory was tenuous at most. Father Michael convened one last gathering at the church before everyone went their separate ways. The room was a mix of relief and anxiety, with the understanding that this was not yet finished. Father Michael started by expressing his gratitude to everyone in the room for their courage. He looked at every person - Liam, Jordan, Lindy, Rachel, Principal Dawson, and Elena, who was forgiven for her role as a spy for Harlow. "W
The atmosphere in the room was tense following Harlow's son's abrupt entrance with his urgent message. The pale and trembling boy held onto Lindy, who tried to reassure him. Liam, Jordan, and Father Michael shared solemn expressions, feeling the gravity of the situation pressing down on them. "What precise words did your father use?" Jordan inquired with a hushed and pressing tone. The boy, struggling to control his fear, stumbled over his words, saying, "He... he's mad." He is aware that you are all uniting against him. He is scheming a major project. I... I listened to him speaking with his soldiers. "He's on his way to get you."Liam could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He looked around the room, observing the worried expressions on his friends' faces. They were together, but the signs of discord were already starting to appear. Seated in a corner, Elena appeared pale and distant. She had been providing Harlow with information, possibly for sabotage or to ensure survival.
Father Michael's words weighed heavily in the air, just like a dark and ominous storm cloud. Liam felt his heart pounding in excitement as he glanced at Elena, then returned his gaze to the priest. He couldn't stop thinking: Did Father Michael have hidden information, or was he just echoing the rumors they were already thinking about? The group remained immobile, each member contemplating the arrival of the priest, uncertain if it was a gift or a punishment. Father Michael, a man known for his peaceful demeanor and astute insights, had served as a spiritual mentor in the community for many years. However, his mere existence now held an unsettling heaviness. "Is it true?" Lindy shattered the quietness with her sharp voice, slicing through the tense atmosphere. Who is responsible for disseminating them? And for what reason at this moment? Father Michael moved ahead, his aged face clouded with worry. I've learned information during confession that makes me think Harlow's influ
The sun was just starting to rise, spreading a soft orange light over the town, yet inside Liam's house, tension hung thick in the air. The occurrences from the night before were significantly impacting everyone's thoughts. Harlow's unexpected vanishing, Naomi's mysterious actions, and the unsettling possibility of someone in their group being deceitful. Liam, Lindy, Jordan, along with some fresh faces in their group, gathered in Liam's living room, their expressions showing worry. They were now more than just students handling campus problems. This had evolved into something much more threatening - something that could drive them away from each other. Liam walked back and forth in the room, feeling the burden of leadership weighing heavily on him. He realized with a sense of urgency that someone could be providing information to Harlow. The question remains: who could it possibly be? "Are we actually going to continue to act as if there are no problems?" Lindy at last opened
The moon's low position in the sky created eerie shadows over the silent town as Harlow walked towards the isolated house on the edges. Indoors, the lighting was low, yet it provided a slightly eerie glow to the surroundings. This was his safe haven - a distant retreat from the curious gazes of the town, the school, and all those who believed they grasped who he truly was. When he got home, Harlow found his wife Naomi sitting in the living room. Her usual grace and composure were replaced by a stern expression and piercing gaze as she looked at him tonight. She calmly mentioned you were tardy, staying seated. Their kids, Claire and Jacob, were upstairs, probably already in dreamland. Or, at the very least, that's the belief they hoped she would adopt. Harlow took off his coat, his thoughts filled with the school and his upcoming plans. "I had some matters to attend to.” Naomi's lips formed a tight line. "Commerce." "Correct." She spoke with a hint of contempt in her voice. Is your
Liam was positioned in the middle of the room, sensing the gaze of all present upon him. The tension increased with the arrival of Peter, Eleanor, Father Matthews, Principal Hayes, Daisy, and now Lily. Trust had already been fragile, but with each new person, it appeared to crumble even more. He shared a look with Lindy, who was keeping a close eye on Daisy. The doubt she had sown in his mind bothered him. "Okay," Principal Hayes stated, interrupting the tense quietness. We require a strategy. We are eagerly anticipating Harlow's next move. We need to take initiative. With his arms still folded, Peter nodded in approval. "We must ensure the safety of the students. Locate the mole and eliminate any potential dangers before the situation worsens.Eleanor moved ahead, speaking to the room. The festival marked only the start. If Harlow has larger plans, we must determine the specifics and identify his accomplices. Father Matthews, who had been silently watching the group, spoke in a ca
Soft golden hues were cast across the room as morning sunlight filtered through the cabin curtains. The tension remained heavy like a lingering fog despite the uneventful night. While the group woke up, a tense tranquility filled the air. Huddled in a armchair next to the window, Lindy observed Liam quietly making coffee, his mind still weighed down by thoughts from the previous evening. Sarah and Mark, parents of the person, sought shelter in the tiny guest bedroom, quietly discussing their worries until the early hours. Their being there, though reassuring, carried an odd heaviness. It brought to mind for Lindy the shared responsibility they now had - it wasn't only about the festival or Harlow. It was about a more profound issue, something that had been developing long before the chaos started. Upon entering the room, the scent of fresh coffee lingered as Daisy confidently walked in, disrupting the quiet atmosphere. Good morning, everyone. I hope everyone is feeling a bit better
As the group exited the vehicle, they were greeted by the cool and refreshing air surrounding the cabin. The diminishing sunlight from the sunset created a cozy atmosphere on the cabin with wood paneling, surrounded by tall trees. It seemed secure, isolated, and distant from the turmoil they had experienced in recent days. Liam assisted Jordan in extracting Carl from the car, his body hanging useless due to fatigue. They led him cautiously towards the cabin, while Lindy followed behind, keeping a close watch to make sure no one was following them. Upon entering, they were welcomed by the familiar fragrance of old pine and dust, evoking memories of countless summers Lindy's family had enjoyed at the location. It had been years since she visited the cabin, yet it still felt like home in a strangely comforting manner. "Let's help Carl get comfortable," Jordan suggested as he directed him to the aged leather sofa in the corner of the room. He promptly seized the medical kit that Lindy