Expectations

Chapter 1

Anger built up inside him, clenching his fist, he stood there biting his tongue. His mouth grew dry as a lump filled his throat.

"I thought a good boyfriend was supposed to listen to his girlfriend, to spoil her with riches."

A girl shouted. Her skin was a rosy-pale accompanying her Crabian blue eyes. She continued not even taking a breath.

"What the hell, why did I get stuck with a piece of worthless piece of shit. Why are you even alive!"

A crowd started to form around them. People interpreting the situation as they wish. They started to cheer encouraging the girl to continue.

"You only ever want to hang out with your friends, am I not fucking good enough! You know I want to move to Tokyo, but you want to stay here with your worthless family! Why can't you think of me for once."

The man helpless held out his arm trying to stop her from continuing, but she didn't. He stuttered attempting to speak up. The words he looked for didn't come out. The only thing that came out was the heat from his breath as he trembled.

"Like what the hell, I'm not going to stand around and watch my future rot because of your selfishness. We're over, I'm not going to be harassed by you any more!"

She scoffed as a crowd of people surrounding them cheered at her statement. Their phones along with fingers pointed at them. The crowd stood behind the furious girl; her hickory brown hair waving. Mutters circle around the helpless man, supporting her outrage. Tears started to pour down rosy cheeks ruining her makeup.As an effort to hide her tears she look down to make seem like was she was upset. As she did so a smirk crossed her face her Crabinan eyes almost chuckling.

"You think you're better just because you're just some privileged white male, despicable!"

The end of that sentence ringing through his ears.

"How darn you push your opinion on this poor innocent girl. You should go jump off a bridge! We don't need a crazy bastard like you here."

Shouts from crowd echo on the street filling the man's head making him feel like his sanity was slipping from underneath his finger tips. His periwinkle eyes began to waver, the wind genitally pushing his sepia brown hair off his mortified pale face. His knees started shaking want to give way. With all his strength he slowly began picking up his unusually heavy legs. Every step sending waves of pain through his whole body.

"You better run! Go back to hell you ass!"

The voices faded into soften screeches of the wind. His broad shoulders began to sink as he collapsed on to a old worn fence made of wood. His eyes stung; the cold eating away at his exposed fingers and nose. He began to gasp for the fresh air he lacked. The vapors swirling off making it look like he was smoking. Hours went by of him hanging on to the fence. It began to dig in to his side leaving a red imprint on skin. The air was cold ,but the sent of a storm lingered there. The man slowly picked himself up rubbing his side. Reaching inside his coat pocket he pulled out his light gray flip phone. Flipping the phone open he fumbled with it while attempting to type the numbers in. The phone rang for what seemed to be a centuries disturbing the quiet of the waves.

" Hey Logan, Do you mind picking me up.Uh, something kind of happened."

His voice faded off with a quiver. He sniffled. His nose and tips of his ear were red.

"Yeah, I'll I guess I'll head over there now. I won't pry but at least give me a small explanation when I get there, okay. Your at the dock right?"

Logan's sweet soft voice stayed strong , but sadness and worry was easily spotted by his friend.

" Yeah, Thanks again."

Some time passed as the man stood staring out at the darkened horizon. The sainted clouds cover the sky the seagulls soared through. The Prussian blue waves rocked the dock. He let out a sigh; tears sticking to his eyes.

A low engine neared the man as he wiped his eyes and sluggishly turned around to meet the sight of an independence blue Mercedes that was pulled up to the edge of the dock. A young man wearing a black winter coat and blue jeans got out. His shamrock eyes glimmered in the darkness, his wavy russet hair shock as his boots clanked against the wooden boards.

"Gowson , you're going to get a cold if you stay out here any longer."

The shamrock eyed man shouted in his soft voice while he started slowly down to his friend. He looked at him with concern expression seeing the look on his face.

" Logan you're here. Thanks again for coming out here."

Gowson said try to keep a stable tone. He looked toward the clouds with a slight frown.

"Yeah sure, not like was doing anything but sitting on my ass. Anyways, get in the car before I'm stuck babysitting you when you're sick in bed."

Logan laughed softly, a grin spreading across his smooth face.

" Alright alright , Mom. I'm going. "

Gowson teased. He walked passed Logan giving him a light pat on the back. Logan turned around breaking in to a light jog to catch up. They got in the car pulling away with the sound of the engine going with it.