The letter read,
Dear Grayson,
We both are really sorry. We tried our best to fit in with the new life, but we couldn't trust us. We weren't left with any choice, so we planned to escape from this hell by borrowing an amount from a private lender whom I had known for many years, sorry to say, by pledging your passport and other ID proofs. We borrowed 5 million, which we received a few days ago. Other necessary arrangements have been taken care of. By the time you are reading this letter, we would have left this country. Once again, we are really sorry for everything. You need to face the problem. Please forgive us for the last time.
What the hell? They took a loan by pledging my documents, and now they would come after me. How am I going to repay the fucking amount 5 million? Oh God, recently I got a job that barely covered expenses; he knew every fucking thing, but still, he did this to me. What the hell was I going to do now? There was a knock on the door, which proved I was not dreaming. My parents added more to the current situation.
I was looking at the door and wondering who might be at this time. I kept my frustration aside and went and opened the door. There were a total of five members who looked like thugs, and I was pretty sure who they were. I was in a panic state. Why the hell was I worried? I didn't borrow from them; it was my parents who stole my documents. I was not responsible for anything, and I am fucking going to convey the same.
They welcomed themselves by pushing me aside and occupied the couch, which was enough; my body fuse was down, and the level of confidence I had gotten a few minutes ago had vanished.
Were they going to buy my reason? From their appearance, I was sure that they were not going to give a second thought before hurting me. Everyone was staring at me which made me gulp down. "Take your seat need to talk." One of the members spoke which I took, and the same person continued. "You know right your parents' took money from us, now they are not answering our calls, and when we tried to find them got to know they left the country." "I just came to know about everything." "Good, well when you start repaying." "They took from you how come I held responsible for the same." "Well because you carry the same bloodline." "Sorry I may be their son, but I am not responsible for their doing, please go after them and collect your money back." "Do you think we going to leave you we are talking about 5 million we won't let go that easily. Why do we need to go after them when you are here so when you start repaying the amount." "I bet you saw the news we left with nothing; on what basis did you give them such a huge amount?" "Your dad told us their money was stuck it was going to be released soon due to his background we trusted him and didn't ever think he was going to elope." "So, between you people why am I held responsible? We left with nothing I don't have any other means to repay you I am sorry." "You can start making a down payment by selling this flat we know it's in your name." "Are you not getting what I am saying I am not responsible for my parents' doing go after them." "Do you think we will deal with this patience with everyone, we never talk only action, and you better not test us so once again I am asking in a polite way when the hell you will start repaying us. This instant we can make you sell this flat and take our down payment. Do you want us to force you or will you come up with something and start fucking paying us, don't test our patience." "I need time." "You were quick what made you change your mind, being polite you were showing a stubborn attitude only a glimpse of action made you change so quickly. You need time you got it. Take your time interest will be added, don't think of going to the police and wasting your time, in return, it will make it even worse, and don't follow your parents' path we can't be fooled twice." "Ok." "Whenever we visit, we need to collect cash or give them a warning by giving a mark on their body. As you don't have any cash so shall we follow the latter one it will be a strong message to you." Were they going to stab me? Should I run they were 5 easily they would catch me fear engulfed me. I was not facing them. A laugh erupted from the same guy, followed by others: "Ok, let me leave you with an oral warning. Next time it will be leaving a mark, trust me, start thinking about how to repay the amount. We can't give reminders every now and then. This is the address. Once you come up with the money, you can call us or come to this address and hand over the money. You can take your time, but not forever." By giving me a visiting card, they left my flat.
I was shaking in dismay at accepting what just happened. Their warning and laughter still lingered in my mind, which was making my state worse, and I couldn't believe my parents not only pushed me to lead this life, which I was bloody ok with, but now they made sure I ended up on the street.
I was overwhelmed by the debt amount and devasted at how the hell I was going to repay such a hefty amount, and how the hell could they do this to me 5 million? Repaying is fucking impossible. Whatever had happened, I was somehow coping; once again, I was thrown back far from 'zero' How the hell was I going to cope with this one? 5 million was not a small amount, and I didn't want to sell this flat. If I didn't pay them; they may ask me to do anything, like anything. I don't want to be anyone's puppet, not fucking anymore; I need to come up with something.
I couldn't believe once again I was trying to reach out to my friends. I started scrolling through my contacts list. I had received one round of their response, and this time I was sure it would be the same. My desperation was getting the best of me. After staring at my phone and taking a deep breath, I started dialing one after the other, and after a few minutes, I concluded nothing was going in my favor. The same response: who the fuck was going to help me?
The time was 11.30 pm and there was no sign of sleep. I was trying my best to think of every possibility. Should I contact my sister and explain to her once again how my parents had thrown me too deep? Well, would she understand and try to help me?
The last conversation we had was like a conclusion between us. After what she had done to me, how the hell could I call her and ask for help like she would give a dam to anything happening with me? When I was in deep thought my cell phone started ringing when I saw the caller ID. I was bewildered. It was from 'Tristian', and out of all my friends, I couldn't believe Tristian was reaching out to me. "Hey, hi Gray, long time, how are you?" "Hey, hi, thanks for calling me back. I am good, how about you?" "Good, good, I am doing good, it's been a long time actually I was out of the country it's been only a few days before I came back." "Oh, ok I reached you before too now I am getting why you didn't call me back." "Sorry, I should have called you before, once I came to know about the news. Why can't we catch up? Are you free tomorrow so we can meet up?" "Yeah, sure I am free." "OK, I will text you the address with the timings." "Yeah, that would be perfect." "See you then Gray, it's late now you sleep will talk tomorrow. Good night." "Good night, Tristian".