The queen Alpha

Chapter 2

Rockys POV

“Good morning Lucas”,I greet the old man sitting on his brown leather chair as soon as I walk myself inside this very familiar office.

“Good morning to you too young man, please make your self comfortable”, he responds fixing his eye glasses before ushering me to sit down.

I sit at the chair opposite of his while I try to find words to say to this old man who’s been nothing but nice to me.

“ uhm, sir as you already..”, I try letting words out my mouth while stuttering but he cut me off and states;

“You don’t need to explain yourself son, I understand. But we will surely miss you here, especially the clients who had grown fond of you”, he expresses earnestly.

I don’t respond, instead I just nod in response while he stares at me with sympathetic expression plastered in his wrinkled face.

Mr Lucas takes his glasses off and sighs heavily before opening the drawer on his desk then hands me an envelope.

“This is for your services, thank you so much Roque. It was a pleasure working with you”, he expresses.

“The pleasure is all mine sir, I sure won’t forget how you believed in me and offered me this job , thank you”, I sincerely state while handing him my resignation letter.

I get up from my sitting position at wanting to excuse myself, and that’s when Lucas clears his throat and decided to say something that have been avoiding for the last couple of days.

“Am sorry for you loss”, Yup, he just had to say it.

I mean, I know that when people say those few letter words, they mean well since a loss is something relatable to everyone. But the truth of the matter, at least in my reality, these words add salt to a freshly inflicted wound.

Or is it just me??,

So I don’t respond to Lucas, I simply give him a half felt smile and excuse myself out of his office.

While walking through the corridor towards the pantry, I had thought earlier about saying goodbye to my colleagues.

While working here for the past couple of months, I didn’t make any close friends with anyone. It’s not that there was something wrong with them, No, we just didn’t click.

But we always respected and treated each other right, so with that being said the least they can get from me is a goodbye.

Now, as I near the pantry entrance I overhear my co-workers talking.

“I feel so bad for him”

“I can’t even imagine what he might be going through”

“Does he even have other family members?”

“ poor guy is all alone now”’,

Damn,

Definitely not going in there,mission abort.

I can’t stand any more pity and sympathy, Its already so drowning as it is and I think I have had enough of it already.

I turn the opposite direction working out of the building heading towards the packing lot.

Soon enough my truck is on sight, I walk over to it unlocking as I get inside. I buckle up and start the ignition exiting the place.

My house is not as far from the town, it’s a 15 minute drive.

So yeah, I figured I haven’t introduced myself to y’all. So might as well do it while I head home.

Well, the reason I forgot to introduce my self is Probably because I was in a hurry earlier to deliver my resignation letter and in addition, the last couple of days been super hectic for me, but am getting there.

My good name is Roque Medina, am a 26 yr old.

I think that’s all you need to know about me, other than that, I have been living with my mom since as I can remember. She’s the best one out there yet.

After I was done with high school and joined college, I graduated with sales and marketing diploma.

Not so much time passed after that I got a job at a local juice production company and since then I have been helping my mom out with our bills and everything else.

We’ve always had each other’s back and that’s what made us have such a good relationship. We’ve always been happy cause we’ve never lacked anything, until a few months ago when the nightmare kicked in . Our beautiful reality was invaded by a horrific unending nightmare, my mom was diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer.

I remember that day like yesterday, when our calm was replaced by a storm. When dusk was too long that we couldn’t see the dawn.

It felt like we were walking on a cold , dark narrow tunnel but we couldn’t find light at the end of it.

In simple words, it was the toughest time.

So after we got the news, I had to work part time jobs for the cash to keep up with my mom meds and diet.

Our bills still needed to be paid and someone needed to be with her at home.

That’s when I met with mr Lucas one morning when I was rushing to my then work.

He was so kind and he simply offered me a position at his company, a good pay with less working hours.

It was favorable for both me and my mom since I’ll be with her most of the time.

It went well until a week ago when the deem light decided to turn off.

Of course it’s hard, my mom is my life and losing her is hard.

I even thought because I saw her suffer for a long time it would be easier when she passes away, but No , coming home to an empty house is sad and painful.

I laid my mom to rest just four days ago, friends and relatives giving their best in terms of emotional, financial and moral support .

Three days ago I put our house on sell, I wouldn’t want to live here dwelling on memories that might bury me alive with sadness.

Two days ago I decided I will go back to the small town where my mom and I used to go when I was younger.

It is a small and a quiet place, and I think that’s all I need at this moment.

Yesterday I got a call from the real estate agency and the house has already got a buyer at a good price, so this morning we settled the paperwork and they wired the payment, now all is settled.

They’ll be moving in on the weekend.

Now that I have given you a little info about me, where were we??

Oh yeah, on my truck heading home.

Thank you.

At home, I already packed all the necessities I need,

As soon as I get home, I load all my belongings into my truck, giving the house which carries a lot of my childhood and adulthood one last look before getting in my truck and setting off to the new place I will soon call home.

It’s about a four hour drive , so I play some country music singing along to them as I drive away.

Ssshh, a little secret but don’t tell anyone, okay??

Okay, I love singing and playing the strings. I used to play it for my mom at the fire place at night while we drink hot cocoa.

And every time I play the guitar and sang, she will say,

“My daughter in law is a lucky woman”,

And I would protest defensively since there’s no special girl in my life yet.

Truth be told, I really hope that someday I get to meet the woman who’s meant for me,and me for her.

Am not so familiar with the concept but all I know is I will always love and protect her because thats what mom always taught me.

After a long drive, I finally reach the small town. It is just as I remember it, one large mall owned by a local around here whom I here is super loaded , a couple of supermarkets, a book shop , a park and a government office.

It’s beautiful since it’s surrounded by a forest giving it a calm natural aura.

I drive shortly past the town heading downtown to our cabin.

Soon it’s on sight and it’s still as beautiful as I can remember.

The shape of the house resembles an overturned wooden barrel,cut from one side to create a straight glass facade.

The cabin is completely built of natural wood meaning it has a minimal effect on the natural environment and merges with it.

Talk about environmental freaks ,named my parents.

I get down from my truck and walk to open the gate.

It is not only dusty and worn out but tendrils are grown all over it.

I detangle with my hands a small potion so as the gate can maneuver without difficulty.

I open it widely before going back to my truck and drive it into the cottage’s compound.

Settling here won’t just be like a vacation where you reach your destination and everything is in place just for you.

Here, everything is out of place and it’ll definitely need a lot of work.