"You still have that big mouth of yours... Grey Eugene? And what's this? Your Mr ladies' guy is here to receive his as well?" Ken asked feeling a bit annoyed.
"Do we really have to do this to Jay?" The girl in Ken's arms asked.
"What's that bitch? You crushing on him too? Then go get fucked by him!" Ken replied in anger and smacked the girl to the ground and also spat on her before continuing;
"Hahaha, will you look at that? Just his presence alone tried to make this.... This bitch!" He kicked the girl so hard in the stomach that she coughed out just as he called her a bitch. He sighed and took a deep breath as he tried to control himself before he kept talking, "Jay, you must be one sly motherfucker to be able to perform such feat without even doing anything."
"It was once, you two but now it's just u since your best friend fucked up big tim...."
"It was never my act! We just met at the wrong time when someone else was sniping him down!" Eugene cuts in.
"Who the fuck gave you permission to speak back? How do you expect me to believe that when we and the boys here just went out for some drinks only to stop by in the alleyway to take a piss and "boom!", baldy here, saw how he flopped on your body with your hands stained with his blood." Ken spoke up with mixed emotions sliding from being angry to keeping a calm composure.
"Why are you complicating this whole event? The doctor bluntly said it was a case of a gun shot and the bullet was that of a sniper! Who the fuck would wake up one day and make a decision to kill one of the most, Bullied, student ever and for that matter, couldn't call some guys to gang up on him and beat the life he had out of him or kill him with a knife or "pistol!" for Christ sake!" Jay replied.
"He could've done it since he was bailed even before the questioning by his mom. He's filthy rich of course, so hiring a hunter who is also cold hearted and good in sniping down forest animals with his local Kar98 would be considered cheap to him. Probably even scared the parents of Abel to shut their trap." The skinny bald guy spoke up.
"You are pretty delusional with that made up story, why don't you just become an author you God dammed bastard?" Eugene said while being a bit annoyed from the obvious made up story.
"Oh shut up please, you know it's true." Ken replied.
"Yo, just get this over with." Said Jay.
"Yeah, fuck them up guys!"
"Hey Eugene, are we gonna let them? Aren't we supposed to fight back?" Jay whispered to Eugene.
"Yup buddy, let's avoid being violent. If we keep on the act, people might start having suggestions, that I might actually be innocent or that I've finally learnt from my mistakes and feel so sorry."
...
It was finally evening and Eugene could be seen standing in front of his house's gate. When Ken said Eugene was 'filthy' rich, he wasn't joking. He stood in front of a gate to a modern villa.
The house was so massive that it wasn't understandable why he would go to such school and why he wouldn't bother trying one or two on Ken for such mistreatment.
He rings the bell gate and a small speaker could be seen below it. The speaker then sounded, "may I know who you are?"
"A sabertooth tiger who lost the two huge fangs he was known for." Eugene replied indifferently.
"Young sir, are u still going on with such identification?" the speaker sounded once again.
"So sad that it's quite the truth, sir Eric."
"Please do come in, madam have prepared quite a lovely dinner for you."
"I make my own food, she taught me so, then what is she planning? She even came back early from work and doesn't seem to care about my school life unless I demand things from her."
"Young sir, she is your mother, let her be one."
"She stopped being one after I clocked 16 last year July."
Silence was finally introduced between the two for a moment and finally the gate opened inviting Eugene in.
As he walked in, it was a marvellous sight to behold. Walking in between well groomed shrubs with beautiful varieties of flowers.
Going inside, he saw his mom on the couch in her robe watching television. She looked at Eugene and saw his bruised face. She felt indifferent and spoke up, "Welcome back, wash up I've made dinner."
"Yes ma'am." Said Eugene as he went upstairs to his room.
'Ma'am? Wow, that's harsh.' Eugene's mom thought.
Well, she thought so for two reasons; despite being a mom, she was still in her early 30's and secondly, who calls their mom madam instead of ma, mom or mommy.
It is undeniable that his mom was quite the hottie as she looked so young to be a mom and also, she has the boss lady vibe around her as she always has her glasses on.
As Eugene finished washing up, he went downstairs putting on his glasses, yeah, he doesn't have a clear sight.
He took his own sit at the dinning and went straight to eating without even looking at his mom who was sitting opposite to him.
After a minute or two, his mom broke up the awkward silence, "Eugene, do you hate me?"
Taking a huge gulp of the food left in his mouth before answering, "did you lose your job?"
"The fuck?" Eugene's mom was taken aback before heaving a heavy breath before continuing, "still depressed about the whole accusation incident that happened last year? Well, why don't you stop acting like a pussy and man up like you usually do.
You are quite aware of your situation giving Sir Eric such ridiculous identification every single day. For fuck sake, tell me what happened to the little man who fought against two grown men just to protect his mom!? Are you gonna keep quiet and take such situation like an asshole?" She exclaimed slamming the table and stood looking at her son with teary eyes.
"Why don't you take up such claims and spit on their faces saying 'so what?' Huh?" she then walked off and went upstairs to her room, slamming the door.
At that moment, Eugene dropped his spoon as he lost his appetite. He saw an old man in his 50's in tuxedo and black gloves who abnormally looks super fit for someone in his age. That was sir Eric, the family's butler.
Eric looked at him with a smile and nod slowly before taking out the dishes.
Eugene was hurt and went to his own room in anger. He laid on his bed facing the ceiling without even knowing when he slept off.