chapter Three-Lost Son
"Who do you think you're barging into a place like this, like it's your darn apartment Brandon?!" Zack's annoyed voice bounced on the walls of the restroom and it irritated Brandon just like the sight in front of him.
"Well, If you don't want to be barged in on, then you could've had some dignity and got a room or you could have locked the door. Cause not a lot of people would love to walk into a sight of your dick stuck inside a slut's hole" He shrugs his shoulders as the look of disgust grows on his face.
"Oh, See who's talking?. The same dude I banged his girlfriend in this same position yesterday. (Chuckles). Cut the crap men, I practically own this school, cause my dad is the highest shareholder in this college. So, I can practically have any girl I want" He bragged staring at Brandon with mockery in his eyes.
All he said surprisingly didn't hurt Brandon. Well, except for the fact that Rosa carried herself so low to be taken in the men's restroom. And with a snitch as well, who she's so madly in love with, is still standing in front of him with his waist going back and forth inside a blonde haired bitch, not even caring that someone's in front of them.
Disgusting!.
"And do you want to know the best part?. She was a fucking virgin when I met her six months ago. Gush so sweet!. But I'm still confused about one thing. How can you have a girl staying with you since she was fifteen and you still didn't taste her sweet tight cunt? Oh, I forgot. You're crippled and might be impotent as well" There's only a thin thread holding Brandon's tolerance at this point.
On seeing Brandon's expression, Zack let out a satisfied chuckle as he shoved the girl away and buckled up, while the girl struggled to rearrange herself not even sparing the duo a glance.
"What is it loverboy?. You want to hit me?. Common hit me!. Hit me and watch how I make your entire existence a living hell. Remember who my father is. Mr Lee Chan. One of the richest men in Lower Manhattan and the richest in China and I'm his heir. One single scratch on me and you're as good as dead" Another irritating laugh burst through the air and the thin thread holding on to Brandon's patience snapped. But he dared not lay his hands on zack.
Just like the dick head said, he's as good as dead, if even a single hair went missing from his head. And nobody will come to his rescue, cause he's all alone in this world and the only family he thought he had is being screwed in the men's restroom for some bucks, and the only one he has left is Jacob. And Jacob is as poor as him, and he can't possibly put the poor dude and his poor widowed mother into trouble because of his stupidity. With that he turned his wheelchair around and angrily exit the bathroom totally forgetting to empty his tank.
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"How are you doing mom?" Her voice came out cheerful and her eyes filled with warmth as she cat walked towards the weak looking woman on the bed. Though she looked weak, her beauty still stood gallantly on her face. Her long jet black hair looked like it hadn't seen water in months, and her flawless white skin pale like that of a vampire from one of those crazy fantasy novels.
Her ocean blue eyes are as dull as the dark hallway she just walked past. She looked lifeless, but you'd still take your time to admire her when you come across her. She looks like she's in her thirties, but she's already in her forties. And she's no one other than; Mrs Stella Gold, the First Lady of the United States Of America.
"Have they found him yet?" Her voice came out weak and low but hope shown brightly inside her eyes as she stared at her daughter.
Silver bit her lips painfully as she fought hard to keep her tears in. She hates it when her mother asks this particular question. It always broke her when she had to tell her the truth and watch as the hope in her eyes dies, making it look lifeless. It breaks her. She'd have lied if not for the fact that her mother knows her so well and can detect when she's lying and telling the truth.
"Mom. Cici, your personal maid informed me that you've refused to eat and take your medicines. Is that true?" She prayed deep down that her mother will just answer her question instead of waiting for her to answer hers. Because her answer will only break her more.
"Stop avoiding the question silver or you get out of my room!" Her mother snapped at her coldly. She stood up from her bed weakly and walked towards the window area awaiting her reply.
"Well. The private investigators are doing their best and...
"THEIR BEST ISN'T ENOUGH. IT'S NOT!. I NEED HIM, I NEED HIM TO BE CLOSE TO ME, SO I CAN KNOW HE'S ALIVE AND HEALTHY. WHAT IF HE'S OUT THERE THINKING THAT I ABANDONED HIM?!. I DON'T CARE IF THEY GO DAYS WITHOUT SLEEP, I NEED THEM TO FIND HIM, CAUSE THAT'S WHAT WE PAY THEM FOR!" Mrs Gold yelled, cutting her short. Her eyes became red and glassy with unshed tears as she held the window tightly. Little sobs escaping her trembling lips.
"What about me, mother?. Am I not also your daughter?. Even dad is yearning for your love, support and affection, but you've pushed us out. Staying in this deserted room, crying day and night. We all miss him, I don't even know him, but I miss him and the investigators are trying their best, but the orphanage has been shut down for a year now and most of the staff are dead. All the clues were destroyed. What do you want from them?" Tears fell freely from her eyes as she stared at her mother's pathetic state.
"I want my son, My Son!.