2. The Miserable Poor Guy

Chapter Two

“Nina, do you know who you’re speaking with?” Vincent asked shocked that his sweet Nina will ever say something like this to him.

“Vincent, this man is a music producer and he promised to sample and promote my work . Why are you destroying my chance of getting famous ?!” Nina cried, feeling angry and mad at Vincent for interrupting her.

“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself,why will you even think of cheating on me with this old guy huh?! Don’t you know that you can still become famous by working hard? He is only using you” Vincent said to Nina , not believing how dumb she sounds right now.

“At Least he is going to help me out,what have you ever done for me in your entire life Huh? Apart from being poor and having stupid dreams and hopes of attending the Ivy league school that you can never attend even in your wildest dreams!” Nina said harshly while trying to out on her clothes because she is half naked

“Yes, didn’t you hear her, you filthy poor rat . Here is some couples of dollars for you to fuck off” The music producer said throwing some few rumpled dollar notes at Vincent as if he is a begger.

Without a word, Vincent lunged forward, his fist connecting with the man's jaw in a resounding crack.

A jolt of pain shot through his hand, but it was nothing compared to the satisfaction he felt. The man stumbled backward, surprise etched across his face.

Blinded by fury, Vincent unleashed a torrent of punches and blows upon his adversary. Each strike was driven by the raw emotion coursing through his veins, a mixture of pain, betrayal, and an overwhelming sense of injustice. The air echoed with the sickening sound of flesh meeting flesh as Vincent relentlessly battered his opponent.

The man fought back, desperation flickering in his eyes, but Vincent 's rage fueled him. Blow after blow, he channeled his anger into every strike. It was a tumultuous dance of violence, a clash between two wounded souls.

As time seemed to stand still, Vincent 's anger began to wane, replaced by a growing exhaustion. The man lay on the ground, bloodied and bruised, his body a testament to the fury that had consumed Vincent . The weight of his actions settled upon him, and he realized that his anger had not healed his pain, but merely amplified it.

Breathing heavily, Vincent 's eyes drifted from the battered figure before him to the surrounding darkness and he stared at the frightened looking Nina.

“I will call the police if you touch him again and you know that you have no one to bake your poor ass!” She threatened while picking up her phone call and whispering apologies to the so called music producer.

“I came to give you my dragon bracelet as a birthday gift, you know how much it means to you” Vinceny said to Nina

“I don’t want it, it looks cheap and fake , what will I do with such an ugly thing? I am not your girlfriend from now on so make sure that you stay out of my business and focus on getting into university at least , you uneducated and illiterate fool!” Nina shouted, shattering Vincent’s heart into a million tiny pieces.

He retreated silently, leaving the music studio with a mixture of awe and confusion swirling in his mind. The images would linger, haunting him in his dreams, a vivid reminder of the power money holds.

Outside, the world continued its relentless march,Vincent took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. He carried with him the knowledge that he had witnessed something profoundly intimate, something that would forever shape his understanding of betrayal and the need to work hard and make money.

“Damn it just 9 Dollars”

That’s all that Vincent had in his pocket, Vincent with his tousled chestnut hair, intelligent hazel eyes, and an air of brilliance surrounding him thought that life will be easy for him when he graduates high school as the valedictorian of the St.Grace Orphanage Catholic High School he finished from but that wasn’t the case.

As the valedictorian of his class, he possessed a keen mind and a hunger for knowledge that burned within him, ever eager to explore the vast realms of academia.

However, his dreams seemed to be locked behind an impenetrable gate, for he lacked the one key that opened doors to the realm of higher education—money.

On this warm summer afternoon, Benjamin found himself perched on a weathered wooden bench in the heart of the city, his frustration evident in the crease on his forehead and the restlessness in his fingers.

He watched the world pass him by, enviously observing students his age walking with a sense of purpose, their backpacks filled with textbooks and notebooks, bound for the halls of the university that had eluded him.

The weight of his predicament pressed heavily on his chest as he clenched his fists, momentarily contemplating the unfairness of life.

He had devoted countless hours to his studies, sacrificing nights of sleep and social outings, all for the sake of achieving academic excellence.

Yet, here he was, like an eagle confined to a cage, his wings clipped by the limitations of his humble circumstances.

As he sat lost in thought, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the nearby oak tree, whispering secrets of resilience and determination. Benjamin closed his eyes and took a deep breath, drawing strength from nature's melody.

He realized that succumbing to frustration would do him no good. With renewed determination, he resolved to find a way to break free from the chains that bound him.

Rising from the bench, Vincent dusted off his faded jeans and set off towards the town's public library. With each step, he devised a plan in his mind.

Vincent wants to attend the Kingston Emerald University that is known to be the best in the country and they also offer special opportunities for talented individuals to use their talent and become famous and popular that’s why Vincent tried applying for scholarships after graduating high school but he doesn’t even have money to afford the admission form that cost about 10,000 dollars.

“I don’t have a girlfriend, I don’t go to university and I am broke “ Vincent lamented while trekking home.

To make matters worse, it started raining heavily.

“It feels like everyone and everything is against me!” Vincent shouted out of anger

The rain fell relentlessly, mirroring the young man's heart as it shattered into a thousand pieces. Vincent stood at the desolate street corner, his face stained with tears that mingled with the droplets from above.

He gazed at the flickering neon lights, their vibrant colors mocking his shattered dreams. In the depths of his soul, a storm raged, mirroring the tempestuous night.

Vincent 's world had crumbled around him, leaving behind nothing but the shards of a shattered relationship.

With every passing breath, the memories flooded his mind, each one a cruel reminder of his former happiness.

He recalled the first time he laid eyes on Nina, her laughter echoing through the air like a melody, instantly captivating him. They were inseparable, like two souls intertwined in an unbreakable bond. But now, that bond lay severed, the trust shattered beyond repair.

His heart throbbed, aching with the sting of betrayal. The image of Nina and another man entangled in an intimate embrace had been etched into his mind.

It replayed like a broken record, the pain intensifying with every repetition. How could she do this to him? The question echoed in his thoughts, but there were no answers to be found.

Yet, it wasn't just the emotional anguish that plagued Vincent 's spirit. His body bore the physical evidence of his tormented state.

His knuckles were raw and bruised, a testament to the fight he had engaged in upon discovering Nina’s infidelity.

In a fit of blind rage, he confronted the man who had stolen his love, his anger erupting like a volcano that had been dormant for far too long.

The fight had been vicious, fueled by adrenaline and heartache. Blow after blow, they traded, each punch an outlet for the pain that engulfed Vincent 's soul.

Blood dripped from his split lip, mingling with the tears that streamed down his cheeks, a bittersweet blend of agony and anguish. The world around him faded into a blur as he relentlessly vowed to pursue vengeance, the physical pain merely a temporary distraction from the emotional turmoil that consumed him.

Vincent was still walking slowly under the rain looking horrible and all frustrated when something dangerous and unbelievable happened right in front of his eyes.