Chapter 3
1155 Words
Sebastian's Imperfect World
Knock. Knock.
Claudia heard a knock coming from the door. The sharp raps at the door made Claudia’s shoulders tense. Who could that be? She didn’t want anyone seeing her like this.
Knock knock
The sound came from outside the door, this time around, louder than before.
“It's the cleaning service.” The voice from outside said, a calm and soothing feminine voice.
Cleaning service? Oh! Sebastian walked out earlier, she must have thought the room would be available for cleaning now. Claudia was hesitant at first, so she walked towards the door.
“Please come back later, I have some business to finish up.” she said, her voice barely audible. Claudia stood by the door waiting for a response but the hallway outside the room fell into a deep silence.
She let out a shaky breath and moved toward the pile of clothes scattered across the floor. Her fingers trembled slightly as she slipped back into her gown, then her underwear. She ran her fingers through her hair to help straighten twisted strands. She picked up her phone, shoving it down her pocket as she walked towards the door.
Claudia’s hands rested on the door knob as she hesitantly pushed the door opened. The hallway was empty and quiet. She walked down in a quicken pace as she reached for the elevator going to the last floor. The last floor. Just get to the last floor.
Meanwhile, back at the Wilson Estate, Sebastian sat at the back seat of his car as his driver drove into the parking lot of the large building that towered before them. A place where Sebastian called home when he was younger but now it's like an empty shell. He had felt that way ever since his mother's death.
The car came to a halt as the driver walked out of his seat and opened the door for Sebastian. Sebastian walked out of the vehicle, he stood outside staring at the large building before him. He shoved his hands inside his pocket and brought out his glasses which he wore on his face as the glasses sat gently and undisturbed on his pointed nose.
He walked into the building with Alfred, his driver, walking behind him at a calculated pace. The building was grand, a testament of the wealth of the Wilsons. Barrister Harrison, Sebastian's father sat on the couch in the living room. Immediately Sebastian saw him, he turned walking to take the elevator instead of the stairs.
“Sebastian!” Barrister Harrison called out, his voice old and raspy, a proof of old age.
Sebastian halted on hearing his father's voice from behind. He stood there for a few moments, his gaze lowered on his shoe. After standing there for a few seconds he walked up to his father sitting on the couch opposite him. He placed his leg on the other bringing out a pack of cigarettes from his side pocket as he lit it up with his mobile lighter. He drew smoke in and exhaled, filling the room with cigarette smell.
“I got a call from the Chief Financial Officer, Dr. Patel. Why weren't you at the business meeting yesterday?” Barrister Harrison asked. He coughed, covering his nostrils with his palm.
“Do I really need to tell you that?” Sebastian said, his gaze fixed on the cigarette held in between his fingers as it burned slowly.
“Sebastian, you're the heir of the Wilson Conglomerate Group. Why don't you act like one? Where were you yesterday? Were you out having s*x with women and drinking yourself to death?” Barrister Harrison yelled, his voice raspy as he let out a heavy cough.
“At least I'm not sleeping with men. Moreover, since when did my life outside these walls become your concern?” Sebastian asked, placing the burnt out cigarette on the ashtray on the table before him.
“You're my son Sebastian! You're the heir of my company! Everything about you is my concern!” Barrister Harrison yelled.
“Liar!” Sebastian spat out. “I only became your concern after my mother's death.” Sebastian said, his grip tightened on the box of cigarettes he held.
“I have told you not to ever bring your mother up again.” Barrister Harrison yelled.
“Why? Did I lie? You were never there for me on important days. During my highschool graduation you weren't there for me, it was always mom. My university matriculation and convocation you weren't there as well. You always gave business related excuses.” Sebastian yelled, he jolted up finally squeezing the box of cigarettes in his hands throwing it on the table before him.
“I was always there for you and your mother. I was out there working hard for the wealth you're enjoying now!” Barrister Harrison yelled.
“Stop lying to me!” Sebastian yelled, walking close to his father till they were inches away. “I won't allow you to use me as your puppet just as you did with mum. Mother was just a means to an end for you, if you ever truly loved her you would have done something when she was dying!” Sebastian yelled.
Smack!
A loud sound echoed through the room as Barrister Harrison's hands came in contact with Sebastian's face. “I am your father!” Barrister Harrison yelled. “Don't you ever say such words to me. I loved your mother as much as I loved. You all meant the whole world to me. How dare you utter such a blunder right to my face!”
Sebastian stood still, his face still in pain from the slap. He straightened up as he walked out on his father heading to the elevator. Alfred stood by the door side that acted as a cranny as he watched the whole event unfold.
“Sebastian! Sebastian!” Barrister Harrison yelled.
Sebastian was unfazed as he kept on walking towards the elevator.
“Ahhh.” Barrister Harrison yelled, placing his hands on his chest.
“Barrister.” Alfred said, running towards Barrister Harrison who had tried to sit down. “Your BP has spiked. I'll take you to the hospital right now.” Alfred said as he supported Barrister Harrison up.
Sebastian's resolve remained unfazed as he walked upstairs into his large expansive bedroom. He entered his bedroom, locking the door behind him.
“Ahhhh.” He yelled into the space of the room.
He walked towards the mini bar at the corner of the room bringing out bottles of wine which he throwed on the floor. The cold carpeted floor was filled with different kinds of wine spilling over and broken bottles.
He walked towards his bed jumping on it as he laid his head on the pillow.
Ding! Ding!
A notification popped up on his phone screen. Who could that be?
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