He nudged his eyes as he heard the buzz at the door. Someone came. He heard a faint male voice saying, “Coming…”
Half asleep, Ryan rubbed his eyes, sitting up, rummaging through the fluffy white blanket covering him. He looked around with his barely opened eyes in the darkness to see an unfamiliar place, the window at his right, blocked from the sunlight and he checked down on his chest under the blanket to see himself naked and his pants unzipped. Shame, confusion, rage all rushed straight to his head, making him unable to even respond to it.
Amid his mental breakdown of thinking he lost his innocence, a guy with a well built, came with a tray full of breakfast, wearing a loose white bathrobe, revealing his firm chest and abs, the droplets on his shiny black hair sparkled as soon as he opened the curtain of the window with his right hand, another hand balancing a tray like a trained butler, allowing the light to come in.
His head still aching slightly,
Ryan walked into the living room with two bowls of steaming soup on a wooden tray from the kitchen right next to it. Carefully walking, he tried not to spill the overly filled soup on one of the bowl. He mistakenly filled the whole bowl without noticing it overflowing. He put the tray on a rusty table in a dimly lit living room. That room had nothing but a rusty table with two sets of chair and an old antique looking wooden cupboard with no window whatsoever on there, not at least near the dining table. The light on the ceiling was too dim to call it light, and the giant wall clock in an owl’s shape hanging on the wall opposite to the table made the place frightening. He managed to put the tray in the center of the table, serving the bowls on there, one for him and the other for the guy sitting opposite to him on the table. The old man picked the spoon to dip on it with his shaky hands. They didn’t have any strength left to drink a spoonful of soup in this cold
Darius appeared in the hotel where the reunion party took place, huffing his breath out, in case Ryan came back for something or maybe for his phone, which he lost there. Last night as he went home hoping his friend to crawl back there, he waited all night sitting on the couch, staring at the door. He stayed up all night only to fall asleep in the dawn, but as his eyes woke up; he found no Ryan. instead his room felt too lonely. He dragged his exhausted body to come to the Golden Restaurant again in the early morning, it’s about 9 in the morning, he strode swiftly in there to see David in the reception checking out of the hotel with a tall guy probably his brother or cousin. David walked off there talking to the guy beside him when Darius ran to him, shaking his shoulders to ask, “Have you seen Ryan? He was at the party last night, but now is missing.” “What?” he wasn’t sober yet. His memory was fuzzy even to remember he met him. It quite confused him to see him in the early mornin
“How come my dear so-called brother is taking an interest in my classmates?” David looked outside, gazing through the window. He rubbed his chin, questioning Owen, who sat beside him at a distance in their expensive car. Not looking at each other, they both sat quiet for long when again David broke the silence, “How do you know him?” his voice down, annoyed at his silence, wondering how could this guy know him? “Not your concern.” Owen spoke in his indifferent tone, looking away, making him more aggravated when David turned his eyes focusing on his side face as fume raised up, “Then why my friends are your concern!” he added as he saw his brother turning to see him, “You have no right to insult them right in front me.” Owen sneered at his ridiculous joke, “Do you even care about them? Where were you when Linda took him to a room to take his advantage?” David gawked at his face, dumbfounded at his absurd claim. “What? Don’
Amanda took her beige handbag from the coat hanger, hanging it on her sleek shoulder, striding off her room, while checking a text from Luke on her mobile. She heard her family drama as usual, her mother screaming her lungs off to defend her dear son while Mr. Davenport scolding both of them. She heard her mother’s shriek voice explaining how her little son can’t even lay a finger on anyone while she tapped on her mobile, replying to his boss, “Yeah, I’m coming,” whistling through her way to the front door. What she didn’t notice was Owen sitting in the middle of their family drama, which was a rare scene for her. She paced through the steps quickly to escape the scene, without them noticing, when a coarse male voice came piercing her eardrums, “Amanda!” Her feet paused automatically on the last step of the stair the moment she heard him. A shudder ran down to her feet, making them stiff to even move an inch. Her fingers
As she clutched the brake, swirling the wheels of her bicycle, she stormed right in front of the shop she was delivering the takeaway to while tapping the ground with his toe to balance herself. Her hands still grabbing onto the handlebar, she took out the bag, rummaging inside to confirm the address written on the note. “Yeah, this is it,” she mumbled, parking the cycle in front of the car washing shop, blocking half the entrance for cars to enter there. Walking in, she gazed at the shop, the large place divided into two sections, one for washing and the other one looked more like a garage. The tools scattered on the floor as she walked into the garage to find the person who ordered. But there wasn’t any person she could find. As she was about to stumble on some wrench, kicking one of them to the other side of the wall, she stopped looking at what she had thrown. She felt bad, kicking it, so bent down to pick it up and p
As he woke up in the bright sun coming from the window, he allowed his eyes to wide open as his hand rummaged to see where he was. Darius only remembered last night he was mad at Ryan and went to drink at a pub. Yesterday his day went quite hard as he had to go to the police station thanks to that jerk who claimed all of his father’s fortune as a settlement money. He could give him a good beating to ask for that money ever again. But his father was there, he can’t act rashly, making him in a rather difficult place. But when he went back home, he noticed the door of his apartment was not locked. As he walked in, the lights were on, reminding him Ryan might have come back. And he did. He walked to his bed with a glass of hot milk right in front of Darius, but he seemed to not notice him yet. As Darius walked inside, he noticed a package from the café where he worked. The fragrance of pecan pie and chocolate came, the same as he sme
Stacey stuffed the magazine into one of his brother’s drawer while she noticed Darius nibbling on the sandwich, his face pale in panic of being in a stranger’s house. She walked out of the room to bring some milk as she forgot it when she saw his brother coming in the room she looked up at him and left. He walked in casually to his own room. Last night, he had to sleep on the couch outside. Noah plopped on the soft bed of his beside him. Darius was utterly shocked at the sight of this guy in front of him. The sandwich hanging from his mouth dropped on the plate. The very person he felt uncomfortable about last night now was sitting in front of him and, most probably, he himself was in this guy’s room. He still can’t forget the grin on his face last night as he went with that guy. It was very much clear what he had done there with that old fart. As the sandwich fell down his mouth, Noah smirked, looking at the bitten sandwich. He snatched
Ryan woke up in a jolt to hear his phone ringing vigorously inside his blanket. Last night after Darius left abruptly before he could stop him, he pondered about texting him, but his fingers stopped every moment he wanted to press the send buttons. Unsure of what to say, what to be sorry for, his mind went blank. Why was he mad? Is it because he didn’t come home all night? But he can’t say the truth. He might explode at Linda for inviting me and doing that. Well, he remembered he didn’t tell him about today too. The whole day with him gone without letting him know must have made him angry this much. He kept on typing and deleting the messages before sending to Darius just when he received a message in that night time from Ashton, his boss, from the car washing shop. His heart sank at the sight of his text. After that day, that rich
“We apologize for what happened. Stan Welsh, reportedly, was sighted in the other area and we fastened security there, but never thought it could be a trap.” Said a bulky police officer in his tidy uniform. Owen and Jim stood on either side of him, listening to him carefully. Jim furrowed his eyebrows to hear him being a murderer. “Stan was on run for several months from the mental facility. At first they hushed up the case, but later they admitted their negligence and were punished for that. He had been hiding with one of his friend whom he later killed by stabbing with a sharp piece of glass. And he dumped his body in the river after it decomposed. Neighbors complained about smell, but he scared them off.” The officer sighed to see Jim’s widened eyes, while Owen looked miserable. Jim saw Amy behind the officer, running towards them when the officer asked for his leave. He nodded, and Amy joined them. “How is he?” “Doctor said. He’s fine. Just lost too much blood and when we found
His doorbell rang as he combed his silvery hairs down to his temples. Looking excited, the person he expected all day had come and on time. The sky illuminated the dusky glow with the setting sun. His heart thumped. It was like a dream. He slapped his cheeks to get out of it, but was glad to see it was real.Ryan walked confidently to the door. This time was different. They had no feud, no disagreement, and they were just going to reconcile officially with whatever dispute they had before. The memory lane of the day he confessed came down to him. The face, he remembered, the stone face insulting his feelings. But it was a long ago.He should not dwell on that painful past and accept this present like a god sent gift. His steps staggered near the door. He took a deep breath and opened the door, his face delighted to think he was meeting him.But the moment he opened the door, his eyes found a strange man peeking at him, a man in his forties, a face
Chapter 61: Linda’s last favorThe hall filled with gloomy conspiracies of how Natalie must have killed her husband and attempted to kill his son too, just for his wealth, and stepped back from her any chance they got. Natalie glared around those people gossiping and found her daughter in a stunning white dress in the crowd, glaring at her. She never saw this kind of look on her face. It was disgust, a pure disgust that Natalie had never received from anyone.The stage was hectic, and a pair of wide hands grabbed Ryan’s neck firmly. He staggered behind. His windpipe tightened, and he felt no air inside him. These hands belonged to Lavenda, who was out of her mind, he guessed. Her blood-red eyes darting him and cursing at her top voice, he heard not much. People from beside them pulled her off when, a minute later, he found his neck released. The sudden gust of air slammed into his lungs. He felt his life coming back slowly.Jim was behind him, holdin
Chapter 60: The eventRyan looked up at the enormous chandelier hung from the white ceiling, sparkling the whole place with its mesmerizing shine. It covered the entire ceiling of the great hall of the banquet palace they hired for this event. He himself dressed up like a prince in his all white three-piece suit, a glimmering wrist watch, his grandfather gave him two days ago.His grandfather called him a day before yesterday evening suddenly to his mansion. Although not quite satisfied with this family, Ryan reconciled with him and decided to throw this event on his grandfather’s eighty-fifth birthday. He was more than delighted to hear his arrangements and Lavenda too, threw a family get together for her father but on Ryan’s request they turned it into a big event.He looked at his square golden watch. Mr. Dayholt specially ordered it from France to gift him. It was around eight o’clock and the hall was filling with their expected guests. He
Jim lunged at his feet, startling her, and he mistakenly stepped on her feet and was about to scream in shock, but Amy slapped her palm on his lips, forced to mute him. Her strength made him stagger, and his back stamped on the wall behind.Amanda, on top of him, glared at him to stay quiet. Her feet must have hurt a lot. He saw her watery eyes. The torch rolled down the ground; it lit the entire floor.The lady outside quieted down and her heels slapped against the floor further away. Amanda sighed with relief, still cupping his mouth in her palm. Jim tried to speak to tell her about the uncomfortable position they were in. His chest pressed against hers, his ears burning. He felt his torso tensing up, and wanted to push her off, but he can’t thrust her off with a person lingering outside.“Shhhhh…” she flapped her finger on her lips, “I think it’s Stephanie. She must have stayed late,” she wh
A faint caramel aroma spread through the table where Amanda sat alone. People around her gossiped on their table in their own world, trying out the delicious desserts they ordered. The walls on her side had peculiar looking arts hanging through the entire wall.Maybe art lovers will see the beauty in it, but Amy only saw some unusual blocks and colors mixed together. The owner must be a well off art lover to afford these art pieces, she reckoned when a gentle young boy, around in his teen, walked in with a tray full of desserts and served the ones she ordered.He looked as delicious as those desserts, but she had to refrain her hungry heart from doing some terrible act of flirting with a teenager. The boy left for another table and she addressed the desserts. The mouthwatering fragrance choked her. Now she understood why this place was so popular on the internet. It was far from where she worked now but a safer place in case someone eavesdrop at the
Chapter 57: New CEOA newspaper hung low over the table, stating business news over the country, and the biggest headline was about them. Natalie crushed the newspaper with her bare palm. She wished the news would crush like that, too. She breathed heavily over the paper, glaring at the headline which said, “Owen, still missing. His family does not know. Are they really his family or are they after his wealth, after all?”She finally threw the paper aside with a nasty loud grumble, stamping her fist on the polished wooden table. Pens rattled on there but the other busybody did not even flinch. Over the table, another person sat quiet. His fingers playing with his mobile, a stack of papers left untouched right beside his head.“That son of a…” Mrs. Davenport cursed in air, her eyes hovering around to find any chance to yell at something or someone. There was only her son, David, busy in his mobile, with no attention to what’s
Chapter 56: Livin’ bar“WHAT!” Bellowed Jim. His influential voice resonated through the walls and forced its entrance into Ryan’s ear, which he pressed shut, expecting this reaction. Jim gasped at the news he just received and took the seat beside him on the armchair. Eyes widened to the size of a ping-pong ball, Jim gawked at him for more information. Yet Ryan reluctantly waited for his excitement to subdue.The room filled in silence for an entire minute when Jim broke it. “What that cracked nut came here for!”“What nut?” Ryan asked. The words he said sounded foreign to him. He rested himself on the armchair beside Jim.“Cracked nut not walnut,” Jim corrected him, thinking how could he hear cracked nut, a walnut. But the topic was what Owen was doing here. Of all places, how could he know his residence and what about the confidentiality procedure they applied? It was nonsense to think of him
Chapter 55: In the family album“Onto our next hot topic. The Davenports found a traitor in themselves. The cars they were supposed to use in their new big project of racing course next city, they used for extra profit. And according to sources, the CEO of Dayholt, who still kept us in the dark, not revealing his identity, had no knowledge of this scam he received. Mr. Owen Davenport made no statement regarding this issue, yet this morning, sources said he went missing. His secretary, Ms. Stephanie, went to say her last goodbye to him at his apartment and she found no one while he should at least be hiding in his room.” Said a blonde Latina woman flaunting her wide chest and smiling vaguely, as if trying to seduce her audiences. She somehow reminded him of Linda, same gesture, same voice tone she used while she talked about how much she like him.Thinking of her, he realized how long it was that she stopped contacting him. She was like a bugging insect, pes