Chapter 4 ; Nemesis
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Douglas's Point Of View
I woke up to discover that Pamela has blocked me from all social media platforms.
Her phone number has stopped connecting, and her gatekeeper has stopped me from visiting her house.
As though that weren't enough, Pamela has been posted to another school, making it difficult for me to reach out to her.
Do I blame Pamela for her actions?
Of course not. The fault is all mine.
She's the reason I am a free man. If she hadn't pleaded for my father to come bail me out, I'd still be languishing in a cell.
She did that huge favour for me without seeking anything. Helping me become a free man wasn't enough, she also offered to be my therapist.
I made her believe that I'd heed her wish. The first sessions were prefects. But the others? I hated them.
I hate being seen as a junkie.
I hate being seen as a dying man.
I had no choice but to quit the sessions. I made it clear to Pamela that I don't need to get help again. Now I feel like the worst human on earth for putting the poor lady through pain.
“Douglas,” Kelly called my attention after he observed that I was lost in deep thoughts. I didn't even know he was speaking to me until he tapped my shoulders.
“Are you okay?”
He asked me.
“It's about Pamela, isn't it?”
He teased me.
“Hell no,” I debunked immediately.
However, my response didn't match my facial expressions. I still look like a mess.
How do I explain to my friends that I am missing Pamela after bragging to them that I am a hard guy?
“We are here,”
Smith alerted us as we pulled over to the clubhouse.
What a relief for me.
Finally, some fun to take my mind off Pamela for a second.
As we arrived at the clubhouse, the waitress was already lining up different brands of liquor, waiting for me to show up.
In the club,
That's the only place I feel respected and worshipped.
We were treated like kings.
We only just arrived in the clubhouse yet were the centre of attraction from everyone.
And the girls?
They won't stop twerking on my lap.
At that point, the thought of Pamela totally left my heart.
I wasn't thinking about her any more.
What mattered to me was having wild s*x with one of the strippers.
I got drunk.
So drunk that I can't recall my phone's password any more.
I stood up and danced to the music blasting from those speakers. I haven't danced that hard before, all thanks to the bottles of tequila that have intoxicated me.
Finally, the party is over.
I was the first to step inside my car. I was fast asleep when I heard a knock at the door.
It's the manager of the clubhouse reminding me that I needed to sort out the bills.
“This is a joke, right?
My friends have already paid with my debit card. What the heck are you spewing?” I spoke in a slippery tone.
The manager edged backwards to cover my stinking breath from penetrating his nose.
"I'm sorry, your card has been restricted," the manager disclosed.
Immediately, he said that, and I regained my sight instantly. I didn't even recall that I was drunk!
Before I could explain myself, I was surrounded by the two police vans. I wasn't done explaining myself before I was cuffed and arrested. I was taken to the same cell my father bailed me out of.
“Douglas, mate.
Welcome back,” one of the inmates welcomed me.
He's known as Jaguar. He tormented my life the last time I was arrested. Seeing him again pierces my heart like a dagger.
This time, no Pamela is coming to rescue me. It's just me alone.
I received the worst betrayal from my friends. They lured me to the clubhouse and abandoned me in my tribulations.
“What am I going to do?”
I buried my face in the ground. I didn't even know who to bank on right now.
Calling my father for help is more like trusting a child under the care of a serpent.
“Douglas,”
A voice called me while I had my head buried in the ground. I recognised the voice but wasn't sure if it was who I thought.
“You never change, do you?” The voice called my attention again, forcing me to look at him.
Behold, it's Brent, my kid brother.
I never saw this coming. He is the last person I expect to come see me.
“What are you doing here?” I ask out of curiosity. I don't recall telling anyone that I was arrested for the second time.
“I called your line and someone answered instead. I was led to this place. Don't worry, I've sorted the clubhouse manager,” Brent revealed.
I wept.
I can't speak to save my life.
What on earth was I supposed to say? Here I was, thinking that my brother hates me.
Everyone keeps proving me wrong lately. First, it was my father and now, my brother
“Thank you,” I wiped the tears off my eyes as I returned to the car with Brent
I looked in the opposite direction.
After what happened, I am too ashamed to look him in the eyes.
“Don't say anything,” I patted my shoulder.
“Let's go home,
Dad awaits you,” Brent revealed.
At the mention of my father, my heart skipped. He already found out about my arrest. This isn't something I wished for.
“I know what you're thinking right now. But don't worry, he didn't ask me to come,” Brent assured me.
I struggle to believe him.
I drove to the house while Brent drove behind me.
I finally arrived home only to see my father seated at the dining table. The moment he saw me, he stood up and walked towards me.
I widened my hands to embrace him, only to be slapped in the face like a child.
“Let me have the car keys,” he stretched my hands.
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