Chapter 60: The event
Ryan 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
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
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
“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
He was running away in the middle of the night, trying to escape his hellish reality. In that dark forest, he clutched his bag to his chest. Far away there was a small light glancing at him, leading the way to the end of the jungle. He couldn’t see clearly that far clearly as he lost his glasses while running. A gleam of light shone in front of his eyes, making him desperate to reach that beam of light like a mayfly. He sped up, hoping to end his sufferings, checking around to see if anyone’s there, tumbling over a puddle, spraining his left ankle. He couldn’t let a sound off his mouth. Withstanding the pain, he kept on leaping around that sprained ankle. Eventually, he saw that beam of light up close. It was the street light of the road where the forest ends. He panted, drooping on the ground, sweat and dirt dripping all over his face. He left a long sigh, murmuring, “I reached the end! Now no one can find me.” Though it wasn’t the end of his escape, he took
As soon as the alarm rang in the morning, right beside his ear, Ryan’s eyes shot opened, but still drowsy, he was too lazy to get up. He cuddled inside his blanket. With still half-closed eyes, he looked at the ground. There wasn’t Darius. He sat up right away to see his friend wasn’t there, but a small note on the side table beside the bed, “I’m off to school, have your breakfast, it’s in the kitchen.” Looking at the clock, he saw it’s already 8 am. Getting up, he folded the blanket neatly to place it flat on the bed. Last night, they had a feud, which resulted in Darius sleeping on the ground. Ryan brought two cups of hot cocoa milk to his friend on the balcony. He was leaning forward, munching on a chocolate bar to ease himself, when Ryan came behind him. He was too excited to be in contact with Ryan, who was out of touch for almost 2 years, and to his wonderful luck
In their small basement apartment, Ryan leaned against the wall, staring out the window. It was raining outside nonstop for two days. They had only one bedroom, where he sat, seeing the droplets coming down both outside and inside from the ceiling. It was usual for him to stay hidden when his father lost it, as his mother told him he stayed put, locked from the inside. No one can hear their mother screaming and begging, but he had to withstand those screams, to live another day. He can imagine how his father was beating her mother, but a fifteen year scrawny boy can’t beat him, even if he tries. To save him, her mother sacrificed herself every day. And like a coward, he just heard her screaming and crying. He was still in the first year of high school, dropped out months ago. His family couldn’t afford to send him there. His father wasn’t like this to begin with. But after losing his job, he somehow became crazy, drinking all day, spending
Their date ended with a sweet strawberry flavored ice cream when Ryan snapped a photo of his friend, endeavoring his ice cream in his own world. Darius didn’t notice him sneaking around taking his candid photos. ‘Sometimes he can be really cute,’ Ryan smiled, looking at his picture on his phone when a notification popped up, a reminder of his appointment in the car washing center. “Hey, Darius,” he called up from behind as Darius walked ahead of him the moment he checked his phone, “It’s time for the car washing shop appointment…” “Oh, let’s go then,” Darius ate the last bite of his ice cream, when Ryan suddenly came in front of him, rubbing the corner of his lips, to clean the cream left on his lips. His heart thumped louder than it normally beat, breathing heavily as he was about to say something when Ryan said, “Oh, clumsy you,” he smiled, making his heart melt, but he can’t express it. Ryan understood his friend’s awkward fa
Luke tended the coffee cup to pour a delighted fountain of cream, swirling the milk stream to make a beautiful design, teaching his new employee his first lesson on cappuccino. Ryan followed everything like Luke did, but somehow it looked like a plain coffee with a white bulge floating in the middle. As he chuckled, Ryan turned red, shame flushed over his cheeks, “There, there, don’t be ashamed, it’s your first time. Let me teach more practically.” He poured another cup of coffee, pushing it to him, “Here, make another one, but…” When Ryan picked up the cream to make it again, Luke went behind him to grab his right hand tenderly, other hand on his shoulder, teaching him exactly how to swirl it to make a perfect cappuccino. This time he smiled, not on his employee’s failure but a fruitful success. Both of them smiling, Luke advised him to make another one when someone scoffed behind them. “Uhmm, uhmm,” a girl came in wear