The younger William cried out loud for help but no one came through. All the people passing tossed their faces the other way as they walked by. The owner of the ice cream shop who had stood there to witness the whole thing, who had been very familiar with William and Tiffany, ran inside when he saw William had been hurt.William in his painful state, watched Mr Marcel run inside and as he got inside, he quickly turned his 'open' sign to 'close'. William scuffed in pain. He couldn't believe his eyes. The same man who had said he was like a son to him and had blessed him the other day, the same man had left his son to bleed to death, out there alone.He looked to his right and saw Tiffany and the men who had beaten him up leaving. They were in a red car with a plate number he had suddenly cramped up in his head. William tried to reach out to some other people who were passing by but no one said anything and so, he decided he needed to get to a hospital on his own.With that in mind, Wil
What words the old man spoke before William made him feel weak. He felt instantly drained as he heard them. His eyes closed shut as he tried to balance what he had heard and what he was feeling. It took his some few seconds for him to remember how to breath because of how his nostrils had clogged when he heard the news. William started to feel a sudden tighteness around his chest as though he was was being choked. He slapped his chest multiple times as he thought that would free him."Oh goodness!" He exclaimed. "What did you say the doctor said to you about me?" He asked again.The old man walked closer to him as he tried to put a hand over William's shoulder and then, he began to pat him gently."I know it's hard boy! I really know but you see, you have to take it easy. I am so sorry. Who did this to you? I could personally get revenge for you! I could do that, just tell me who did this to you!" The old man said with a reassuring smile.William raised his right hand over his head as
William lifted his head up as he paused to listen to the doctor who said he had a solution. He wiped his eyes as he gaze at the doctor with a ray of hope in his eyes. The doctor stepped back as he moved to give space to William. He held his chin, scratched his head and then smiled."It's a new product in the market and it is very expensive. It is still being developed and to be honest, we do not know if it is guaranteed to work efficiently and bring you back to the man you were before but we could give this a try if you do not mind" the doctor said as he shrugged. The nurses and others started to whisper behind his back.William turned to the old man by his side and gave him an eye that looked sad. The old man could understand what he meant. He swallowed hard and then spoke, "Doctor, how much are we talking about here?!" He commanded."About a million or two. It actually depends on them" the doctor said almost immediately. The old man seemed relieved when he heard the price. Maybe tha
William pondered over that question as he entered his house. Truthfully, he didn't know what to do nor did he want to understand what followed next, all he wanted to do was go find where Tiffany was and share his pain with her. On their way home, the old man kept saying Tiffany was to blame but he didn't care and he couldn't see it. She wasn't the one who had beaten him with a bat, nor was she the one who had asked him to go find him. If anything, it was entirely his fault–he was the one who had interrupted what she had going on because he wanted to see her. He shouldn't have. He brought this upon himself.William got into his room as he sat on the bed, looked down at his pants and started to cry.He felt helpless. He had lost it all. He hadn't gone to school. He wasn't a graduate. He had no skill nor money to start anything good in life. His only hope, who was his lover, had grown tired of him being too poor to afford her needs and wants and had left and now, to add to his pains, he
William remembered as he stood there while he said nothing. He slowly retreated as he backed away and lifted his hands up in surrender."It seems the beating you got last time wasn't enough for you. You want more?!" The voice behind him said as used his gun to push William's head.William remembered feeling suddenly weak in the knees at that moment. He had already been marked before for interrupting these men and now, here he was, trying to fight off one, for the same woman who didn't care about him."I came to have a word with Tiffany." He said as he swallowed hard and tried to slowly turn. The least he needed at that moment was to see the face of whoever was pointing a gun at him– who knew? Maybe he could take him out.William had almost finished his slow spin when the owner of the gun asked him to reverse. "I don't know what you intend to see but I suggest you go back to where you were before. We wouldn't want you to go to the hospital now, would we?" He said with a smile. William
The voice came out of nowhere but it was loud and authoritative. William dropped the knife immediately as he took a few steps back in shock but then, it came again to him."Pick it up and stab yourself with it. You do not deserve to live, you're useless" it said to him firmly. The voice sounded so firm and audibly present that William had to look around him to make sure someone else wasn't in his house. Once he had found out that he was in there all alone, he grabbed a chair and sat on it. He closed his eyes and started to breathe easy. In his mind, he thought that maybe if he practiced the breathing techniques he had seen so many times in television, he would calm down but that wasn't the case.The voice still spoke back to him."Wouldn't you like to be free of your worries and problems?" It said nicely, ".. then pick it up. Get it over with in one minute, trust me, it's not that painful!" It resounded its message to William. William immediately jumped off the chair as he started to
William pulled the dropped knife on the floor and immediately fell to his knees. The old man, Mr Jones got closer to him as he tried to hold him. William had stabbed himself mistakenly. He was bleeding. He was really losing blood and fast. "What have you done, boy!" The old man yelled at him and smacked him a little on his head. He didn't expect it and so he lifted his face to look at the man's face."What was that for?" He said to him with a raised eyebrow. Mr Jones apologized, he said he didn't mean it. He was angry and it was a reflex action. "I'm sorry about that"William was taken back to Mr Jones apartment to be treated there. The old man said he had a box of first aid back home and so he took William into his house.William was placed on a chair and then made to drink a glass of water. While he drank the water, Mr Jones ran in and out of his kitchen searching for his first aid box. After a little while, he found it."Here!" He said as he approached William, "Stretch your hand
Mr Jones took a deep breath before he answered."Ryan is the son I had with my wife. I liked him, with my bare hands. I killed my wife and parents too" he said with a weird smile. William gasped. His eyes widened again. He couldn't believe his ears."You could your entire family" he said to the old man. The old man nodded. He explained that he hadn't killed them all in one day. It took him a while but he had them all killed under a month."Why?" William asked with curiousity. At that point, he wasn't sure if he needed to still be friendly with the man before him or be scared. He started to cringe."What made you hurt your family so bad?" "Nothing actually." The old man giggled. He must have thought I was a joke but William wasn't joking. He was dead serious as his eyes started to search for possible ways to leave the old man's house. He started to imagine lies that could get him out of there."You dont need to he afraid, truly, you don't" the old man said to him, "I am no longer that