Among Thy Self. Chapter 3.

“You guys have been reading about me for so long now. But the disrespectful idiot I am, never properly introduced myself before you, the community. My name is Edwardo Guido Pattinson. I have a son named Joshua Roy.”

“I have been the CEO of ROYCO, The ROYCO for 9 years. And last week it was all taken from me." ‘‘My wife Georgina was the daughter of Jonathan Roy. Forbes’s number 5 for 10 years straight."

"He at his dying bed signed me in as the future owner of ROYCO after his death. After that, all was going well. But she, my wife took everything away from me. My company, my son, and Even my house."

I could see the RJ getting annoyed listening to me bitch in front of a microphone. What can I do? It’s been 17 days since she took away my company. My advisors told me It was a hostile take over. And unfortunately, I had no stock in my name left. How did that happen? When I asked about this, my lawyer simply replied that she can’t answer as I can’t pay for her hours.

Now I’m left with nothing. Broke as an empty beer can.
After finishing the show, I came back home. I have nothing to look forward to now.

I Should’ve seen it coming, or did I? Saw it coming? It felt as if something like this ever happened, it would take my burdens away. And they might’ve done it. I am almost a homeless now, but I am at peace.

If looked at from a different perspective, Jonathan didn’t die of Cancer, I killed him. I’m the one who handed him the drugs. I’m the one who didn’t even let him see his daughter for two years. And now this might be God's punishment for me on earth, while I’m still breathing.

It’s not the first time that I did something like this. It’s not the first time I’ve handed somebody things to harm themselves with. My life, after meeting Georgina has taken a drastic and violent U-turn with a craze to earn a fortune. Maybe I thought of providing and keeping her in the lifestyle she was used to. Maybe it was just a high, a fix. Can’t tell anymore.
Later that night 10 years ago, when I first met Georgina, I went back to my room. Felix was my roommate then.

When I entered the room that night, after dropping Georgina to her dorm, I found him masturbating. That sucker was defiling the annual magazine of our UNI. Must've been that some chick posed with her cleavage peeking out, this fucker didn’t let it go to waste.

It was hard, living with such a creepy character. So I planned something to scare this creepy thing out of him.

The next week, I got into contact with a gay friend of mine, Betty. I told her about how Felix was creating problems and making my life harder. So she and I agreed and created a plan. That she will sleep next to him the next night.

And as decided, we carried the prank out. Felix got freaked out. But didn’t react until Betty left

After she left, he started directly cursing at me. I didn’t take it that seriously at the beginning. But after a while, his voice was getting louder and did not indicate that he would stop. I thought let’s skip it and went out of the room to get fresh air.
The next evening I went to meet up with Gina and then next, my professor. Will walking back to my room, a guy hooded in pantyhose came at me swinging a baseball bat? In an attempt to not get hurt, I pushed him back. But the guy slipped and fell.

It was around a statue where this was happening. So, when he fell, he hit his head on the sharp corner of its pedestal. The angle was so unlucky that it broke his head in two. The guy died even before he got to understand what happened.

I decided to run. At first, I thought that he might’ve been just unconscious, it felt like my opportunity to run. But he wasn’t even moving. Very slowly, I went to him. He wasn’t breathing.
I pulled off his mask to see who it was, it was him, Felix. He tried to get his revenge.

I ran and ran, never even stopped for a moment until I reached my room.

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Hello everyone. This is a fiction I wrote a couple of months ago. I am thinking about making it into a full-blown series with parts.

Writing more than a thousand words at a time might be too much.
So I’ll be posting this once every week. I have so many ideas, so many things to write about in my head right now but I know my skills are not that good. This is like a journey of enlightenment for me.

I’ll post each around this day of the week. If you have any thoughts about how I should change the story then feel free to leave a comment.

And as always, Thank You for Reading.