Recurring Tears

Discord

Craig woke up that morning with a start. He felt the bed for his wife but she was not there. He got down from the bed and searched frantically for his slippers. At last, he found it near the wardrobe. He wore his pyjamas and said his prayers. He was about to leave the room when he glanced at the wall clock.
 
"Oh my goodness, he gasped."

He undressed quickly and rushed into the bathroom to freshen up and in less than five minutes, he was done. He grabbed his car keys and was looking for his briefcase when the calendar in the living room caught his eye.

Saturday.

He peered closer to make sure he was not seeing things.

"Ugh," he hissed.

He sank into the couch and was unknotting his tie when he received a call. He reached for his phone in his pocket and answered it.

"Hello."

Jason's voice floated into his ears.

"Hey Craig, it's Jason. I and Michael are coming over to your place with Peter's lawyer so I wanted to check if you are in."

"Yeah, I am. I will be expecting you."

Twenty minutes later, a back Range Rover cruised into his compound followed shortly by a Skoda. Two men in their mid thirties stepped out of the Range and one man carrying a briefcase  came out of the smaller car. All three of them approached the door and rang the bell which Craig promptly answered. He hugged his brothers and shook the third man. He waved them to seats and served them wine.

"So what brings you here?" he opened the discussion.

"Craig, I am here in respect of the will Mr Richardson made before his demise as he instructed me to."

"Mr Barnes, you are welcome. Please go ahead."

"Thanks." The lawyer unzipped the briefcase and brought out a CD which he slotted in Craig's video DVD and Peter's face floated onto the screen. All  three of them watched with full concentration as he Peter read out the will.

" Eighty percent of my properties should go to my son when he clocks eighteen and the remaining twenty percent should go to the rest of my family."

Mr Barnes switched off the television and brought out some documents from the file titled 'Mr Richardson' .

"Peter has eight houses scattered over three states, two filling stations in this town, an hotel in Woodland and three shopping malls in Sandlyne estate and Sturbridge."

He dropped the document he was reading and picked another one.

"He also has the sum of sixteen million across three accounts and has shares worth fifty million with Chevrolet. That's all."

The lawyer packed the documents and returned them into the briefcase.
He stood up and bade his greetings then walked out of the house. As soon as he left, Michael and Jason turned to face Craig.

"Why are all eyes on me?" Craig squeezed his face.

"What do you think of that?" Jason asked him.

"It is well written."

"It is not," Michael replied.

"In what way, if I may ask?" Craig queried.

"Why do we get peanuts while the little imp gets the greatest chunk of the properties?"

"That little brat," Michael hissed in disgust.

"Is he not his son," Craig's eyes widened. Why didn't you work for your own money when you know that you do not want to allow the boy take over his fathers properties. You are fools. Big fools."

Jason stood up and stomped his feet hard on the ground.

"We are not going to sit by and watch such nonsense take place in front of us. We will do everything in our power to make sure that such nonsense will never happen."

"And what are you going to do to stop us?," Michael added.

" I can clearly see that you are both out of your minds. Your brother is dead and you cannot even show the slightest sympathy and now you are standing in my presence and telling me to my face, my face," Craig's voice thundered with anger, "that you are going to make sure that his son is not going to get his properties. You both are a crazy bunch of fools, knuckleheads. Now, get out of my house before I get really angry."

Craig shut his eyes and started counting from one. He was already up to five when Jason interrupted.

"We are gonna leave but I want you to steer clear of our path else you might get trampled upon," he shouted.

"Do your worst," Craig retorted.

"Watch and see", Michael said and stormed out of the room with Jason following closely behind. As he stepped onto the porch, he met Janet.

"Good afternoon, Michael," she greeted with a smile.

"Get out of my way," Michael said and pushed her away.

"What was that about?" she asked Craig as he helped her up.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing," he spat as he walked back into the house.

Wow! Ten chapters already. I just can't believe I made it to this point.
Breathtaking, isn't it?

Thank you all for sticking with me to this point, I am so grateful. Next chapter coming soon!!