Chapter 9: Pandora’s Box“You’ve got to be fucking with me. I hate my life”, He said standing on the wrong end of a bungalow’s prison-like gate, the spaces between the bars giving him enough room to peep through. “You have now reached your…”“Shut up, would you?” he said, switching off his phone and slipping it into his jean pocket. He assessed the gate, trying to calculate how far and high he would need to job to get over it. Could’ve just knocked or rattled the padlock to get attention from whoever was in the house though. “I mean, it’s doable but I haven’t parkoured in a long long time.” He added, stretching out and watching the passerby’s around to see if anyone was paying too much attention the stunt he was about to pull. Turns out when your weekend’s cut short and you’re back in town attending meetings, filing reports and going for appointments, nobody really gives a shit. “Ok then, let’s give it a shot, shall we?” He took off his backpack and flung it over the gate, landing w
Chapter 10: Family is DeadThe Jeers and cheers engulfing the betting center were way too loud to unhear or avoid. If it wasn’t two grown ass men arguing at one side of the room, it was a hopeless, middle-aged one, praying to every single god he knew so they would help him out. "What the fuck is he doing man. He's gonna lose the race if he keeps riding like that." The impatient gambler said, banging his table. "Calm down Mike, he's gonna make it work okay?""Does his horse have athlete's foot or something? Get your head in the game Nine" He screamed, getting up from his table and barking at the television"Trust me. He's gonna make it work.""How the hell would you know Javani? You saw him win already?""Well I wouldn't say that? But I bet three hundred on his ass, so he'd better win" he said, adjusting his face cap."Ladies and gentlemen, this is one of the most one-sided races I've ever seen. Dean Drury in number three is leading by a longshot" the commentator said in an ever-enthu
Chapter 11: I FEEL IT COMING"Come on Rizla, I need to get to the office, let me in.""I'm sorry Robert but I have been given strict instructions from the management themselves to bar your entry into the office. Into the entire building to be honest.”"Come on big guy, you're really going to fuck me over like this? After all the stuff we've been through?""I'm sorry Robbie.""Remember that one time when you got sick and you couldn't write your letter to explain to the management why exactly you got sick? Who wrote the letter for you?""It was you" the buff security guard said, his arms still folded across his chest."And that time you wanted to buy a laptop? Who not only got you the perfect one, but also set it up and gave you fifa20”?"It was you" Rizla said, even sadder"So please man, just let me in, and say I clocked in by twelve or something. We’ll be able to sort ourselves out from the—""It's three in afternoon Robe–""Yes I know it's three in the afternoon but just lie to them
Chapter 12: Naked TruthThirteen Years Ago"Hey Jacob? You in there?" The tiny, tender voice echoed from the wrong end of door."Go away Robert. I'm not in the mood to talk to anybody right now." He said sitting moody on his comfy-looking bed. "I know you don't want to talk to anyone right now Jake, so guess who I was able to call up – ""Robbie not this again –""Mwah ha ha ha, I'm the Boogeyman" the short, skirmish little kid burst into the room without a care. The cape of curtains dangling down his back, and the little paper plate mask he managed to cut two eye holes into, were too tacky to criticize. "You ever had a nightmare Jacob?" He said in voice he tried to make as deep as possible. "What are you doing Robert?" He said, unable to muster enough energy to confront the excuse for a cheer-up tactic."Who's Robert? I know nothing of such a person. But I bet he's a handsome, well built, smart young man" he said, his cape flying with the breeze the ceiling fan gently blew."Reall
Chapter 13: Someone Forgot the Popcorn"Left hand, Right hand, Waves, Vase from cremation. Left hand, right hand, waves, vase from cremation" he repeated, trying to make sense of the carvings on his 'giftbox'. "Makes no sense." He said, gently dropping the box back on the bed, and looking at his hands. "Come on Robbie. We can do this. Let's try this one more time." He stood up from the pile of clothes he'd fallen on, completely naked but he cared little to nothing about that. Something was going on, and he was going to find out. Walking up to the mirror, he eyed his reflection, taking note of any and everything he possibly could. His murky eyes, black, relaxed afro, his fading mustache, tense jaw and his chubby cheeks, everything on his face. His almost fading abs that were gradually starting to be replaced by a pot belly and his loopy chest. "Good. Let's try this again, shall we?" Reaching for the ring, still lying on his poorly laid bed, he eyed every single detail on it. Not that
Chapter 14: This Girl is on Fire2018"Wakey wakey babe, i have to go to work now, and I can't find my tie" The suited-up hunk said, pecking his lover till she woke up. "Really? That quickly? It's still dark outside, what's the time?" She said, trying to reach for the alarm clock beside her."Don't worry about the time now. What's really bothering me is the fact that I can't find my tie. And I can't go out looking like this now, come on" he said, gesticulating with hands to what he believed, was an unkept appearance. The blonde laid there, almost half naked with her silky night gown that did just enough to cover the details of her underwear, and just stared at her twenty-two-year-old boyfriend. His pitch-black eyes and hair that she often ran her hands through like a police officer searching the details of the next person he was about to jail. His perfectly ironed purple suit complimented by a pair of purple pants that definitely did understand the job. His bulging muscles, and beca
Chapter 15: Let’s Get Down To Business"So umm… just run it back. Run all of this…" he said, with his arms in the air, "...run all of this back.""What more should I say that I haven’t already told you Robbie boy. I'm just your reflection.""Really? I didn't notice. Cause you're not really…" he plumped down to the bed, "... You're not really doing reflection type shit right now. And it's freaking me the fuck out.""Really Rob? After all the shit you've been through, this is the one thing that's freaking you out?""Look, I'm not really going with the idea I'm speaking to my fucking shadow here. You're supposed to be quiet, and copying me, and not engaging me in a conversation.""And you’re supposed to look like a human being. Not some walking dead type of shit. So get your head out of your ass, and stop exaggerating. This is all because of that ring you got there." It said, pointing to Robert's middle finger. Robert looked down at his patchy hand and noticed the ring too. "So you're b
C16: She Hit Me with A Gun BTW"You can't see be serious.""I'm dead serious. Well, not dead serious but you get the–""Sorry. So sorry to interrupt but what's your name again?" Robert asked, sounding very impatient all of a sudden."I'm your re–""Yeah well I can't really call you my reflection if you're not reflecting off anything. Shit, right now I can only hear your voice" he said, turning around and looking at every corner of the grounds he could see in the murky night. "It's just me and a bunch of bushes out here." He said, his voice echoing in the night's breeze. "So if you don't mind" he piped down a little, "what… is … your… name?"After a few seconds of silence, "Kay. Call me Kay" it said in its usual dark tone."Okay… Kay" Robert said. trying to steady and control himself. "I'm a twenty-one-year-old man who's life's already a living hell. I lost my real parents, I lost my foster mother…”“Robert, what exactly does this have to do with any—”“No, now I’m talking. This is wh