A Thrash becomes tyrant

Worthless In The Eyes Of All

I woke up the next morning feeling like my whole body had been crushed overnight. My head throbbed. My chest felt heavy.

The memory of last night—Linda, the man, the contract—was stuck in my mind like a thorn I could not pull out.

I still don't know where I went wrong in all of this or what I did to her to have deserved such a cruel fate.

Was it a crime to love?

I didn’t want to see anyone. I didn’t want to speak. I didn’t want to breathe in the same air as my wife or her family. But it was impossible.

This family didn’t give me a choice.

The door opened before I could even reach the kitchen. Linda’s mother was standing there. Her eyes were sharp, cold, like a hawk staring down its prey.

“Daniel,” she said sweetly, but I knew that sweetness was just a mask for venom. “The family wants to see you.”

At the mention of that word, my heart dropped.

I wanted to refuse. I wanted to stay in my room, to hide from them, to disappear. But I knew better. Refusing would only make things worse.

I followed her into the hall. The air was thick with tension. The rest of the family was there, seated around the breakfast table, and the moment I stepped in, every eye turned to me.

They didn’t look at me like a husband. They didn’t look at me like a man. They looked at me like I was a joke.

“Ah, Daniel,” Linda’s cousin said with a smirk. “You’re still alive, I see. I thought last night might have been the end of you.”

I clenched my fists at my sides. I wanted to say something. I wanted to fight back. But no words came. My throat felt blocked.

“You really are pathetic,” her younger brother added, laughing softly. “I don’t know why my sister ever even looked at you. You’re a fool.”

Even the servants in the house were watching, their faces full of pity and amusement.

I said nothing but then, I was about to take a seat when her father gave me a cold stern gaze which made me stand like a soldier.

My stomach twisted. My legs felt like they could give out at any second.

Linda sat there, perfectly composed, sipping her tea. Her lips curled into a small, cruel smile when she looked at me.

Then her mother spoke, and the room went quiet.

“Daniel,” she said, her voice cold and precise, “we need the R&B contract. You know the one I’m talking about. It’s multi-billion. The family wants it. If you can get it… you may stay. If you cannot… you will sign the contract and leave.”

I froze.

“Excuse me?” I said, my voice shaking.

“You heard me,” she said, tilting her head. “Either you get us the deal… or you are gone. Do you understand?”

I felt my knees go weak. My mind raced. There was no way. I couldn’t get the contract. Not without connections, not without skill, not without help. And now I was expected to perform the impossible, or… leave.

“Daniel,” Linda said softly, almost mocking, “don’t even think of asking for a cent before it’s done. Nothing will be yours. Not a dime. Do you understand?”

“Yes… yes, I understand,” I whispered.

Her mother waved her hand. “Good. Then get to it. Or sign the contract and go. It’s your choice.”

I wanted to argue. I wanted to say it wasn’t fair. I wanted to tell them I couldn’t do it. But I knew arguing would only make me look weaker. And they were already convinced I was weak.

I nodded, swallowing hard. I turned to leave, hoping to gather my thoughts, to figure out what I could do.

But Linda’s mother wasn’t finished.

“And Daniel…” she added, her eyes cold as ice. “If you fail, don’t bother coming back. We will not keep someone who cannot provide.”

I nodded again, my throat tight. I felt like I was walking through a nightmare, but it was real.

I stepped outside to clear my mind, and immediately the rain hit me. It was heavy, cold, relentless. The sky poured down on me, soaking my clothes, drenching me completely. I shivered, but I didn’t move. I just stood there, letting it pound on me, punishing me, cleansing me, maybe even reminding me of my worthlessness.

I had no umbrella. I had no jacket. Nothing. Just me, the rain, and my shame.

I thought about the banquet, about the laughter, about Linda. About how her lips had curled in amusement while I served the guests. About how her lover had smirked at me like I wasn’t even human.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. But all I could do was stand there and shiver, feeling the cold seep into my bones.

The rain didn’t just soak my clothes. It soaked my pride, my spirit, my very being. I felt stripped of everything. The world seemed cruel, the family crueler, and I… I was nothing.

And yet, even in that cold, soaked despair, something flickered inside me. A thought. A tiny voice.

Maybe they are wrong. Maybe I am not worthless. Maybe there is more to me than they see.

I didn’t know what it was yet. I didn’t know how to prove it. But I knew… one day, I would.

Not tonight. Not now. Tonight, I was Daniel. Pathetic. Humiliated. Alone. Drenched. Worthless in the eyes of all.

And as the rain poured, I let it wash over me, letting it remind me… that tomorrow, maybe, the world would see a different Daniel.