Chapter 5 ; How Has The Mighty Fallen
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Douglas's Point Of View
I look lost.
I try to understand what's happening only to end up more foolish
“Here,” I slip the car keys into his palm
Just when I thought it was over, he called his lawyer over the phone
“Brent, what's happening?” I asked my brother and just like me, he looked more confused.
“Brent is my heir apparent. I want you to change my will. Douglas has stopped being a part of the family,” my father told his lawyer.
It now makes sense to me why my card couldn't process the payment at the clubhouse. My father has restricted my account. What a way to exonerate me from the family's inheritance.
“Dad, what's happening?” I seek solutions. I still needed to know why my father is treating me like a piece of rubbish.
“What does it seem like? I've disowned you completely. From this moment, I don't wanna ever set my eyes on you ever again,” he walked away. A few minutes later, his security showed up and forced me to the exit door.
"I'm sorry
I should have told you," Brent apologized.
He wanted to speak further, but I didn't let him.
He betrayed me just when I thought he was different from my friends, who left me to perish at the clubhouse.
Slowly, I was escorted out of my father's mansion like a fugitive. I watched as the security shut the gate against me.
I was left with nothing,
My car is gone. My account is frozen.
All I have left with me is the ten thousand dollars I took to spend on strippers at the clubhouse. It didn't occur to me that I had cash in my pocket.
“What a blessing in disguise for me.” I let out a deep sigh.
With nowhere to run to, I board a cab back to the clubhouse where I was previously arrested.
“We are closed for the day.
Go away,” the manager told me.
“Hey, I got cash now, okay?” I flashed the money in his face as evidence.
I didn't waste time explaining to him what happened because he's never going to understand me.
Finally, I am allowed inside on the condition that I must tender the money on the desk.
“Sure, you ain't got no problem,” I agreed.
I didn't know what I was doing. I just wanted to forget everything that ever happened and move on with my life.
I took the first few shots of tequila, and all I saw in front of me were dark clouds. I was afraid that I was losing my sight.
“More shots please,” I push my glass to have it filled up again and he refused
“No way.
You're drunk already
You need to stop,” the bartender stopped me.
I didn't know when I started weeping like a child who had his candy snatched away from his hands. I find it difficult to compose myself!
“Fine, there you go,”
He finally agreed to fill my glass after seeing me weep like a pathetic old lady.
After the last shot, I collapsed to the ground. I attempt to stand up only to end up falling a thousand times.
I became too weak to even move my legs. I see the ground moving from its original position. I thought it was an earthquake.
“Please help me,” I pleaded with the bartender, and he left me to suffer
“I warned you about having too much to drink. If you had listened to me, none of this would have happened,” he reminded me.
“You ungrateful clown,”
I spat at him in anger.
"You son of a b***h,”
He got infuriated and walked towards me.
He picked me up from the ground, “Care to repeat what you just told me?”
Lifting my head closer to his face, I said, "You are a waste of space on earth. Show me the stuff you are made of. What's stopping you from hitting me?”
“Be my guest,” he grips me hard and nearly chokes me to death
“Say hello to the devil in hell,” he punched me so hard in the face that I dropped to the ground.
I couldn't fight back.
It was just the two of us.
The manager had already left even before I started getting drunk.
I was unable to stand up.
I was too weak to even lift my hands in my defence.
I laughed, “Is that the stuff you are made of? Come on, don't stop. Keep hitting me hard,”
“Just know you forced me to do this,” he shoved me against the ground.
Just when I thought he was done with me, he prepared his fist and landed it on my already soft chin.
Blackout .
I was dead for some seconds
“Isn't that Douglas, Nebraska?” I heard voices in my dream.
Slowly opening my eyes, I discovered that the press surrounding me with sophisticated cameras flickered on my face while the passerby had their phone positioned around me.
I woke up outside the clubhouse.
I woke up half-naked.
I woke up to nothing.
My phone is gone..My jewellery has been stolen
I woke up to seeing myself looking like a refugee. My bare chest is on display.
I only had a pair of my boxer shorts on while I tried to ward off the reporters trying to blind me with their thick camera lights
“Go away.
What are you doing?”
I scream at them only to end up screaming in pain afterwards.
I can still feel the sharp pain in my head. My vision is still blurry, all thanks to the excessive shot of liquor last night.
“Let him be,”
A female voice spoke
The voice rings a bell in my head. I endeavoured to trace the person behind the voice but was lost.
The sharp pain in me prevented me from concentrating for a second.
Finally, the person appeared before me, endeavouring to prevent the press from taking more photos and videos of me.
I never thought I'd ever see her again, let alone coming to my rescue like she did before. I may have just got myself a guardian angel.
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