Supernatural Case Files

Damian: The lost smile

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Chapter 2

I believed back then dad used to have his vision to keep such a poor, filthy, and hopeless child beside me. I often see myself teasing the hell out of that child for his poverty and giving him nicknames like 'poor'. Perhaps dad being the definition of a gentle figure, he probably didn't like the idea of me calling him out for his so he talked me out to mention the child by his family name 'Albert.'

Never have I imagined my heart to go forth to seek all the unknown emotions for Albert. Our friendship lasted longer than I ever imagined, Albert supported me while standing up ahead at my weakest. Growing up, Albert provided me with the help I could barely imagine and remember. The more the reasons I had for appreciating the stronger and closer our hearts felt.

The friendship that almost sparkled love.

My father always looked down upon my idea of settling around a poor illiterate. My father knew the fact we were into our friendship right from the start so he made an extra effort in bearing all Gartord's educational fees. Now that I realized my father's hardship, I would never complain about the hard work of an honest gentleman.

We went to schooling and college along. Dad always tied me up with Albert in case any bad people tried to bully me, Albert would be all prepared to fight for me. Surprisingly for me, Albert was timider than me but boy-o-boy what a genius mentality he had. Studying alongside him would always benefit me with good grades.

I somehow remember how I didn't have to convince him for prom and how he snapped the mere chance to get even closer to me.

Striking out the names of all the handsome boys in my batch to select the last name that was 'Gartord Albert' not out of love or any straightforward reason but because all those handsome boys were daring enough to reject me for any prettier girls who could look more decent than me. I looked into Gartord's green eyes during that wholesome day his expression of loyalty outgunned every other expression, I should have noticed in the past during that time.

Performing a drill dance together to dancing on prom night. Gartord never left a chance to appreciate while I dressed my prettiest. His amazingly constructed sentences spilling out of his perfectly sculptured and pumped youthful lips in a cherishing polite manner always lifted my drowned spirit unknowingly. I always reasoned the love I bore for him deeper down my heart, Was it due to his greener eyes which I cherished while growing up or was it his sympathy that gained my attention when I was fully grown to be an adult?

Either way, I was not lesser than any beauty in existence. I was immensely beautiful myself.

Time was pleasant among the two of us, we married humbly and politely. Gartord continued managing the coal factory alongside my dad till his heartfelt passing. After my dad's passing the fate of the coal factory never remained the same. Gartord took control of the factory.

Under my dad's ownership, the coal factory was a pleasant place. The calm and appreciative presents and their helper lord owner who passed away with a sad demise. Even though Gartord has lived in poverty himself his heart was not warm enough to benefit the poor.

My life alongside Gilbert made me realize the privileges I lived with while I was still sheltered by my parents. Knowing Gartord from before our married life to when Gartord owned the complete ownership of the coal factory. Fame has worsened his humble nature. The most suffered member was our little daughter Betty. The day Gartord set Betty off for her first school day Gartord had these sheets full of restrictions imposed on our little angelic daughter that was set selfishly according to his comfort. Some of them go by never to be with the poor. When it comes to rules and regulations Gartord was even ready to set aside his loving heart.

Our family seemed perfect on the surface, but deep down I witnessed our daughter struggle internally with all the restrictions she was placed in by her father. I always rejected his cruelty and severity in following those thoughtless rules but I felt helpless when it came to his selfishness. His greed for being around the upper class and running behind fame made him much distant from his own loving family for the borrowed possession he owned from my late dad Gilbert.

My dad's wealth was overpowering him and he almost forgot how he once struggled before seeing my dad. The ungrateful, loathful rich bastard he turned himself while his education was all aided, the roof under which he proceeds his most comfortable and luxurious life, the well-established and reliable source of income, and also the daughter who is now his wife. Gartord owes a lot to our bloodline and yet he puts us aside for his borrowed fame. My dad alone put a smile on my face that no other man like Gartord could ever accomplish.

His rich linkings, his hatred for poverty, and his abiding the self-made rules to an extent potentially threaten his family for rubbing his face down into mud on silly issues.

Despite being gentle, kindhearted, and sweet, Betty firmly stood for what was right even if it severed the love between daughter and father.

Betty bore the appearance of Gartord with her heart as soft as Gilbert.

Raising an earnest daughter made me recollect my golden childhood days of bearing the privilege of being born into the household of a self-made merchant rather than a spoon-fed merchant who didn't even have to raise a toast.

Time passed swiftly and during her teenage when Gartord came to the realization of Betty dating Chris, he was glad at first with all the partial knowledge he had about Chris. Trying to greedily extract livelihood details of Chris, Gartord often invited him to all the lavish hiking and dines over all the modest dining. Slowly coming to know of his poor family background, Gartord tried his hardest to make her daughter stay away from this poor man, Chris. Gartord even went further to slap his daughter and even humiliate her to obey his reasonless selfish act.
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