2024-06-25 02:22:47Jason pushed through the door and motioned to Tyrone to make his way inside. Tyrone peeked inside before he made his way in. The room looked nothing like a bedroom, it looked more like a conference room to Tyrone.
Jason walked past him and into the room.
"Tyrone, after all these years.. " the old man said, stretching his hand out to Tyrone.
"Grandfather?" Tyrone didn't know when the word escaped his lips.
"Don't you think it's too soon to be referring to him as that?" A man said.
Tyrone hadn't taken notice of the people in the room so he looked around and realized that there were two other people in the room.
The man who had said that walked up to Tyrone. Tyrone's eyes bulged seeing a man that looked exactly like him walking up to him. Tyrone could perceive the heavy whiff of the expensive cologne the man wore.
"You think you can just barge in here and call anyone names as you please huh?" The man said rudely, obviously annoyed by Tyrone's presence.
"And I suppose you might be Rollins," Tyrone said calmly and clutched his stomach when the pain came kicking again.
"Oh, I see you know who I am already," Rollins responded, arching his brows. "Well since you know who I am already let me sound this as a warning to you."
"You're a nobody and that is who you will continue to be," Rollins said, wagging a finger at him.
Tyrone couldn't contain his surprise. His own brother who he thought would have been excited over his return was now the one who loathed him the most.
"Don't think that you can come in here and take what's mine 'cause if I see you anywhere close to any of my father's properties, I'm going to make sure that you regret ever stepping foot in his house," Rollins swore.
"Let him be Rollins!" The old man said and coughed.
"Save your breath, Grandpa," Rollins said and walked back to his grandfather to kiss him on the forehead.
"I'm out of here. And as you, dirty pig, you better watch the path with which you thread." Rollins said and stormed out of the room.
"You must be Tyrone?" A girl who looked about 18 walked up to him and put his hand around his neck. He tried to push her away from him, thinking that he was still dressed in his old clothes but then he looked down and realized that he had been changed out of his blood stained clothes.
Unsure of how to react, he put his arms around her and hugged her back.
"We're so glad to have you back." The girl said against his shoulder before breaking the hug.
"My name is Melinda. And I'm your sister" She said with a smile on her face. "And I must warn you to stay out of Rollins' way, he might be my brother but sometimes, what he does makes me afraid of him."
"Who says that I'm afraid of him?" Tyrone asked, trying to conceal the fear in his voice.
"Just be careful of him," Melinda said and walked back to their grandfather.
"Come here, my boy." The old man gestured to Tyrone. "Don't mind Rollins, he's usually like that. He'll get around, just give him some time." The man added and reached up to caress Tyrone's cheeks.
"You look so much like your father." The man said with a weak smile. "My time is almost up my boy and thank heavens that you've been found because Rollins is in no position to inherit your father's properties." He said and coughed heavily while Tyrone watched, unable to know how to feel.
"Jason get me the documents." The old man ordered Jason who ran out of the room to do as he was told, he came back running the next minute and Tyrone wondered how he could run that fast despite his old age.
"Sign here my boy." The old man said after Jason opened the document and handed it to him.
Jason shoved a pen at Tyrone who took it and signed the papers.
"What are they for?" He finally asked.
"This is to certify that you're now the owner of Zayn's multimillion dollar companies," Jason replied.
"Oh my goodness!" Tyrone exclaimed, stepping back.
Barely a minute after he had said that, his grandfather gave up the ghost.
"Grandpa? No, no way, this can't be happening, Grandpa." Melinda yelled, shaking him gently. "Grandpa, please wake up."
"Come now, Melinda," Tyrone recovered from his shock quickly and held Melinda as she cried against his chest.
Jason signaled to him to lead her out of the room while he did the sign of the cross and covered the old man's whole body with a sheet.
"Grandpa please don't leave me." Melinda cried, choking on her tears.
"It's okay, Mel... Melinda." Tyrone managed to call out her name.
Jason joined them out of the room and took Melinda away from him. "Come this way." He said and led Tyrone to where the real conference room was.
"Go in there and address whoever you see." That was the only thing Jason said before he led Melinda away.
"What! You're not going to come with me?" Tyrone exclaimed. But Jason didn't respond and continued moving.
Tyrone looked at the large door and took a deep breath before he pushed through the door with both hands and walked inside.
Tyrone hadn't closed the door before the people seated around the gigantic conference table got up and started clapping their hands.
"Congratulations boss." A man walked up to him, took his hand, and shook it.
"Congratulations," another lady said with a smile. Tyrone noticed that at about twenty people were seated around the table including Rollins and he felt his heart skip a beat.
"Give me the companies, Tyrone and I'm going to let you off with a ten million dollars." Rollins bellowed, getting up from his chair.
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A Time Before
Tyrone had just settled down on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table, his fingers apathetically flicking through the tv channels. He had arranged to spend his end of the week unwinding, free from any dramatization. His life had been serene ever since he and Vanessa broke up months back. In spite of the fact that their relationship had been a tornado of enthusiasm, it was moreover full with superfluous contentions, control, and manipulations. He was happy it was over. He was happier now, centering on himself, and now not weighed down by her passionate rollercoaster. The doorbell rang, pulling Tyrone out of his thoughts. He looked at his wristwatch, scowling. He wasn’t expecting anybody. He hurled the inaccessible onto the sofa and headed toward the front door. Opening it, he was met with the sight of none other than Vanessa standing on his balcony, her arms crossed over her chest, her regular grin settled on her lips. Tyrone flickered in shock. “Vanessa? What are you doin
Evil Plot
Vanessa observed the sun plunge underneath the skyline through her loft window. Its searing orange beams cast long shadows over her living room, coordinating the turmoil roiling in her mind. Tyrone had been hers—once. They had went through a long time together, building dreams and making plans for the longer term. But all of that changed when Judy entered the picture. Vanessa clenched her clench hands, her knuckles white against the scenery of her profound brown skin. Judy had stolen Tyrone. No—she had enticed him, attracted him away, demolished everything. It wasn’t reasonable. Vanessa paced back and forward in her little, faintly lit flat, her bare feet making delicate crashes against the wooden floor. The sharpness chewed at her. Months had passed since Tyrone and Judy had gotten hitched, and Vanessa’s life had spiralled ever since. Each time she saw them together, grinning, living the life she ought to have had, a new piece of her, smashed. She seems to feel herself falling more
Light in the Dark
Judy faltered for a minute before she thumped on Tyrone’s front door. Her heart was beating, her palms were clammy, and she may still feel the sting of their final contention new in her mind. The battle they had before she raged out was unstable, filled with yelling, allegations, and a torrent of feelings, not one or the other of them had completely caught on at the time. Tyrone had blamed her for not trusting him, and Judy had let go back, irate and harmed, that he was still hung up on his ex, Vanessa. She knew she shouldn’t be back here so before long, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that they had left things uncertain. After what felt like an forever, the door swung open, and there stood Tyrone, his expression incoherent. His dim eyes bolted onto hers, and for a moment, not one or the other of them talked. The pressure between them was thick, as in spite of the fact that the contention was still hanging within the air , overwhelming and unwavering. “Judy?” Tyrone’s voice brok
Actions Not Words
Judy had been pacing her flat for hours, the cadenced tap of her heels against the wooden floor as it were sound breaking the hush. She looked at her phone for the tenth time in as many minutes, her thumb drifting over Tyrone's title. It was continuously the same with him—pulling her in, pushing her away, as if to drag her back once more. But this time, Judy decided things would be different . She wasn’t going to let him just walk back into her life without a few kinds of confirmation. She knew precisely what she needed, and she knew she had use. Over town, Tyrone sat at his table, gazing at the city horizon through the wide windows of his office. His domain sprawled out underneath him, a kingdom built on canny deals and heartless aspiration. However, none of it appeared to matter when his thoughts floated to Judy. Their relationship was like a storm, all-consuming and outlandish to foresee. He had made his botches, more than he cared to tally, but he was prepared to make things righ
The Mirage of Betrayal
Tyrone stood outside the door, his hands trembling as he clenched and unclenched his clench hands. The late evening sun showered the neighbourhood in a brilliant tone, but Tyrone felt nothing but the weight of his inconveniences. He might feel the sweat on his chin, each ball of sweat reminding him of the storm brewing in his life. He took a deep breath, his heart beating in his chest, and thumped on the door. Some seconds passed before he listened to the rearranging of feet from the other side. His beat enlivened. Would she indeed open the door? The door squeaked open, and there she stood—Judy, his spouse, the love of his life. She looked at him with a blend of shock and guardedness, her eyes checking his face as if looking for answers he didn’t have. She was wearing a formal blue dress that he had continuously cherished, but presently it felt like a boundary between them, an update of the life they had shared and the one they had misplaced. “What do you need, Tyrone?” Judy inquir
Error In Judgement
Vanessa had continuously been the kind of lady who got what she needed. She had the charm, the looks, and the mind to drag anybody into her circle. When she and Tyrone were together, they were the envy of everybody they knew. They were the “it” couple—the idealised coordinate, everybody said. But that was a long time back, before Tyrone met Alexis, before everything changed. Vanessa stood at the entrance of the swarmed bar, filtering the ocean of faces until she spotted him. Tyrone sat at a little table by the window, nursing a drink and gazing vacantly out into the night. He looked good—maybe more than he had the last time she saw him, she thought. His shoulders were broader, his fashion more refined, but his eyes still held that recognizable thoughtfulness. Vanessa took a deep breath and walked over, her heels clicking against the wooden floor. “Tyrone,” she said, her voice light, nearly perky, as she pulled the chair over from him and sat down without holding up for a welcome. T
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