Chapter 2- Poor man!

Chapter two

 

"You called me Mom." Dave said it in a polite way and stood behind Madam Charlotte's chair.

 

"You better get out of my sight and get yourself busy in the kitchen." Madam Charlotte yelled, and Dave stared at her in a confused way. Was he not done with what he was supposed to do?

 

"I guess you're now mature enough to keep standing there after my mom tells you to leave her sight". Emily, Madame Charlotte's elder daughter, retorted.

 

With trembling hands and a heavy heart, Dave made his way back to the kitchen until he felt like getting back to Amelia's room.

As he entered the room, the sight before him shattered what little hope remained. There they were, still in bed together, Amelia and the man. A pang of disrespect pierced his chest, and anger mixed with hurt surged through his veins again.

 

 

 

 

Nelson, oblivious to the pain he had caused, began to mock and laugh at Dave again. The laughter echoed in his ears, a cruel symphony of his shattered dreams and broken trust.

 

 

 

 

"I thought this idiot would have to learn sense; why didn't you knock before entering?". He yelled at Dave.

 

"How can you give me instructions in my own room?" Amelia, you're still in bed with this man? Dave said, and Amelia started to laugh. "Do you owe this house, and can't you see how manly he is?"

 

"Can you build such a magnificent house as this?". Amelia said this and chuckled.

 

 

 

 

Dave felt a whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. Anger, sadness, and confusion battled for dominance, leaving him overwhelmed and paralyzed. How did it come to this? What has gone wrong?

 

 

 

 

These questions echoed in his mind, but the answers seemed elusive, lost in a sea of hurt and despair.

 

 

 

 

Dave found Amelia looking visibly embarrassed. But instead of remorse, she began to justify herself.

 

"Dave, you bring disgrace upon my family and me. You have made me feel worthless, and there's nothing you can do to redeem yourself," Amelia spat, her harsh words forgetting the bond of marriage they shared.

 

 

 

 

Dave stood there, stunned, hoping that this was all a terrible dream. But reality struck hard when he witnessed Amelia still having comfort in the arms of another man.

 

"Dave, I can't allow a poor and aimless man like you to touch me. I deserve so much more than what stands before me," she declared boldly, sealing her words with a kiss to the man beside her. The anger within Dave intensified, threatening to erupt.

 

 

 

 

"Why did you marry me, Amelia, only to cheat and make a fool out of me?" Dave demanded, his anger fueling his words.

 

"You're nothing more than a pathetic jerk, young man," the interloping man chimed in, his laughter mocking Dave's predicament. "Just look at yourself. Are you even worthy of someone like Amelia?"

 

 

 

 

Dave felt the urge to lash out in response, but something within him held him back, compelling him to restrain his words.

 

 

 

 

The situation had left him completely bewildered. How could he trust a woman who had betrayed him so callously?

 

 

 

 

"Amelia, I can't believe your mother allowed you to marry such a wretched man." The man continued his taunting, reveling in his role.

 

 

 

 

"Well, it was under certain conditions. How can I be with a man as destitute as him?" Amelia retorted, her words dripping with disdain.

 

 

 

 

"I provide her with everything she needs—luxurious cars and vast sums of money to satisfy her desires. Can you even take care of her?"

 

 

 

 

"Look at his impoverished self. Can he even provide for me?" Amelia added, her tone filled with scorn.

 

Dave's confusion grew. How could he trust a woman who only valued material possessions? He said to himself:

 

"I curse the day I stepped foot in this house. You are a disgrace to women!" Dave exclaimed, his heart shattered by his wife's infidelity.

 

 

 

 

"You are the curse in my life—a woman who can betray her husband," he continued, his words cut short by a searing slap across his face.

 

 

 

 

Amelia shouted at him, commanding him to leave her house and labeling him an idiot.

 

 

 

 

"Now that this man is out of your life and ready for divorce, we can continue with our pleasures," the man declared with a lustful gaze fixed upon Amelia.

 

 

 

 

Heartbroken, Dave left the house, wordlessly accepting the finality of his situation.

 

 

 

 

Emotions churned within Dave, a boiling mixture of pain, anger, and disappointment. He unleashed a torrent of curses, venting his resentment and anguish toward his wife.

 

 

 

 

The pain and anger threatened to overwhelm him, clouding his judgment and drowning out the reason.

 

 

 

 

As Dave stepped out of the house, he decided to get to a drinking spot and get drunk so he could cool down all his worries.

 

 

 

 

As he approached,a young lady at the counter distantly paused him to halt.

 

 

 

 

"We don't allow beggars in here." The lady said:

 

Dave looked at himself and couldn't find any signs of a beggar.

 

 

 

 

Was it because of my appearance?

 

 

 

 

He muttered to himself.

 

 

 

 

"I'm not a beggar, young lady. I came to get a drink, and I will pay". Dave said.

 

 

 

 

"What shows that you're not going to run away with my money?"

 

 

 

 

"Pay before you enter. Otherwise, you can get somewhere else; I don't think any other restaurant nearby suits your appearance.

 

 

 

 

The lady said it mockingly.

 

 

 

 

Dave had no option but to pay the money.

 

 

 

 

He placed his hands in his pocket and got some coins that could get him what he needed.

 

 

 

 

The lady allowed Dave to enter, and he got to his seat after taking his drink.

 

 

 

 

He sat down quietly with his sad appearance; he was in deep thought again.

 

 

 

 

He continued to sip his alcoholic drink, and the scene of Amelia flashed through his mind.

 

 

 

 

"I need to get to the hospital and check on my dad's condition." He said this, thinking about where he was going to get the rest of the amount to pay his debt.

 

 

 

 

The sun had already made way for the dying moon to be replaced. Dave got out of the restaurant and went to the hospital.

 

 

 

 

Immediately after the doctor saw him from afar, he met him at the entrance of the wicket.

 

 

 

 

"Young man,if you're not here with the money, I'm not going to allow you to enter.'' The doctor retorted.

 

 

 

 

"I'm still working towards the rest of the payment". Dave said. The doctor took a deep breath and allowed him inside.

 

 

 

 

"Better do it because your dad's condition is worse."

 

Dave, at this moment, felt bad at once; he had lost hope, and the man that had carried him all along since his mother died is also about to die.

 

 

 

"Where am I going to get this amount?"

 

He said to himself and asked the doctor if he could accept half of the money and help him out.

 

"Please help me. I only have half of the payment right now. Do something about this doctor."

 

Dave said as tears rolled down his cheeks.

 

"Young man,I wished to help, but I can't, and I'm so sorry. Get yourself something to do as a man so you can save your father". The doctor said nothing and walked away.

 

"Was this destiny or a curse?"