SWNOVELS Chapter 5
5 STUCK IN NEGATIVITY
LUKE’S POV
I sat on the floor with a dolesome countenance and tons of cigarettes on the floor, and the room was partly covered with smoke. My phone had been ringing; different people were calling me, but I decided to ignore each and every one of them.
My phone was far from me, so I couldn’t actually tell the people who were calling, but one thing was for sure: my grandfather was included in that list of callers. I didn’t know how I was going to reply to him. What was I going to tell him concerning this Ariel situation?
It had been an hour, and I was just sitting here like a helpless man, like someone who was completely broken and could never be fixed back.
I heard a knock on my door, but I didn’t say anything. I was not in the mood to talk to anyone. But I sighed in annoyance the moment the knocks got louder. “Who’s there?” I groaned.
The person replied, “It’s Bridget, sir.‘
“What is it now?” I queried in tiredness.
“You have a visitor,” she let me know.
“Tell that person to go back; I don’t want to speak with anyone right now.”
“Uhmm, sir, I told him that you weren’t in the mood to talk to anyone, but he said he must speak with you.”
“What does he want to talk about?” I leisurely got up from the ground, tuckered, and then I went to open the door.
I looked at Bridget, scanning her from up to down, and she did the same.
“What?” I asked her immediately.
“It’s nothing,” she said, shaking her head and starting to walk away.
“I never said you could leave!” I vocalized, and she paused immediately, I bowed to her, looked her in the eyes, and walked away. I could tell she was frightened at that very moment.
When I got out of my house, I received a punch immediately, causing me to stumble. I wasn’t even given another chance to turn my face as I received the second strike, and this time, I fell down.
Holding my face in pain, I steadily rose to my feet, only to see this huge, dark dude. He was muscular and also baldheaded. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, wondering what he was doing at my house.
“You did pretty well, Luke,” my grandfather said, showing up from behind the dude with his hands fixed in his pockets. “You actually did a great job,” he continued with his sarcastic tone.
“I can explain…”
“Explain what, huh?” My grandfather cut me off. “The fact that you’re stupid? He gave me a mordant smile. “Should there even be an explanation for your stupidity?”
“You do not understand, grandpa.”
“You’re right.” He stirred nigher to me. “I don’t understand the fact that I had to marry a foolish woman who gave birth to a nincompoop who gave birth to an absolute idiot!” His words caused me to look down, feeling disappointed.
He continued, “I told you not to go ahead with your foolish plans, didn’t I? But you disobeyed; I can’t even tell who’s more foolish between you and your father. You both are nitwits. It was a great thing that man died; he didn’t deserve to be called a Reynold.”
I looked at my grandfather in rage. “How can you say such a thing about your own son?”
He chuckled. “Point of correction: he’s not my son. I clearly told him not to marry that lady, but he went ahead and did that anyway, being ungrateful for all the wealth I gave him. Now
my
These words had me steaming up, but I didn’t want to lose them. I had so much respect for grandfather, but the fact that he kept on insulting my late father had me developing hatred for him. He kept on bringing up this issue, and it was really making me sick.
“You were given a beautiful wife, a lady who has so much respect. But you went ahead and threw her out of your life, all because of some hideous whore.”
“Harriet is not a whore!” I challenged my grandfather and looked him in the eyes. “It seems like you’ve forgotten about the time I was kidnapped when I was still a little kid.”
“Oh, I didn’t forget,” he said immediately. “What are you going to say now, huh? That the good for nothing who saved your life?”
“She’s not a whore grandpa!”
“She is!” He snapped. “Have you even seen how she dresses naked in public?“Is that someone who has manners?”
“She dresses fine to me,” I told him in my mind, and he burst into laughter. I set my eyes on the muscular guy, who was making a serious face, not looking at us, not even for a second.
My grandfather’s laughter slowly came to an end. “Now I see what’s going on here,” he said, pointing his finger at me, and I couldn’t help but give him a confused look with my brow arched. “You just love having sex with Harriet, nothing else.”
“That is not true.” I denied his words, my tone mixing with anger.
“Oh, come on now, Luke, I finally know why you keep on following that whore like a fool. It’s because she’s so good in bed and nothing else,” he mocked.
“Enough!” I bawled in anger. “That is a big, fat lie! I love Harriet, and the feelings I have for her cannot be taken away by anyone.”
My grandfather gave me a surprised look.Did you just raise your voice at me?” He turned to the big dude standing close to him. “Did you just see what he did? He’s finally gotten some
ner
“I’m sorry, it’s just that…”
“Oh, keep your apology to yourself!” He interrupted me. “I think I would be the one apologizing later on.”
“Why exactly?” I looked at him with one of my brows raised.
“You’ll see,” he stated in a cold tone. After that, he snapped his fingers and walked away.
I couldn’t help but notice the muscular man as he tilted his head from side to side, his fists making small sounds as he did so. My instincts warned me that trouble was on the horizon.
Without hesitation, the man strode towards me and threw a punch at my face. I stumbled and fell, but quickly regained my composure, pretending his punch had no effect on me.
“Is that all you’ve got?” I taunted, encouraging him to try again. He threw another punch, and once again, I fell to the ground. But I refused to let him see the pain in my eyes.
“Come on, show me what you’re made of,” I egged him on. In an instant, he tackled me with his shoulder, and we both ended up on the floor. He grabbed my neck and began to choke me, his grip tightening as he pressed on my head, as if trying to extract my brains.
In a panic, I jolted awake, gasping for air. It took me a moment to realize that it was just a dream. I looked around the quiet room and noticed the lingering smell of cigarettes in the air. I couldn’t believe how vivid the dream had been.
There was a knock on the door, and I quickly got up to answer it. It was Bridget.
“Sir, you have a visitor,” she informed me.
I nodded, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream. “Tell that person I’ll be there shortly.
“Of course, sir,” she said calmly before walking away.
I closed the door and took a deep breath. I took a breath, my heart still racing from the
intensity of the dream. I wondered who could be visiting me now.