Chameleon

CHAPTER 1

LEMON'S POV

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Waking up sore has been quite expected from all the punches and kicks I had received the night before .
But this time it was on a whole new level, I wasn't just bruised and sore but also bleeding ,no my dad wouldn't do this, he's scared of blood or do I not know him well?,but I couldn't remember what happened last night except the punches that my body endured.

My vision was blurry but I could see the blood that stained my white sheets and trails of dried blood down my legs.

As I tried to wrap my head around what had happen last night the door to my room suddenly opened with my father's friend standing in front of me, quickly I tried to hide my nakedness from  William, my father's friend.

He had on a grin which was very uncomfortable since we weren't close .

He stood there saying nothing , which was uncomfortable and I dare not ask him to leave my room since he was my father's friend ,if I do I'll definitely be in trouble and I have had enough of that.

He started walking towards me and I didn't know what to do so I asked politely as possible "c_can I help you with something?".

But that question was soon answered when he dropped something on the bed .
I took a closer look at what it was and saw dollar bills ,so I asked confused " what is that for?"

" for that" he said pointing to my stained sheets I thought I had successfully covered.

Suddenly my mind was taken back to last night as he walked out of my room.

WILLIAM'S POV

In high school my dad died soon after my mom did , leaving me alone in this dangerous world.

Our family were the best entrepreneurs at the time since we owned stores and malls around the country and even outside.

Living  has been hard after I lost my parents but luckily my grandparents were the sweetest people I have ever known.

They helped me through everything until they were also taken away from me few years later after I graduated from Harvard.

I took over my family's businesses at the age of twenty - two, which was about seven years ago.

During winter I found the house that I wanted to buy because it was the house my mother lived in before she got married to my dad.

It was a little old but I just wanted it and nothing else.
Every time I plan on talking to the owner something comes up so I have no time for that .

When I realized that I couldn't personally make it I asked my assistant to go on my behalf.

But he was rejected by the owner whom he suspected to be a brute. I  decided to go there my self  after my assistant was rejected for the seventh time.

Standing behind the door waiting for it to opened after I had knocked twice ,on the third attempt it was opened by a girl at least that was what I thought before the person spoke and  i realized it was a male. Maybe I thought he was a girl because of his long dark brown hair which was way pass his shoulders.

"My dad isn't home, please come back in the evening" he said with a weak and shaky voice with the door slightly open.

The door closed quickly after but still slow enough for me to see his black eye.

I went back to the car since I didn't want to freeze to death, as my guards opened the door for me I turned to have a last look at the house only to see his son sitting by the window with no emotion .
Just staring into nothing but space.

"Sir, your 3 o'clock is waiting" one of the guards reminded as I stare in wonder at the boy who sat by the window hugging his knee.

After my meeting I checked my watch and rushed out since it was already late , the ride back to the house was quiet slow due to traffic but fast as we approached the low streets on the rural side.

For the second time today I stood in front of the wooden door tempted to knock for the third time, since the first two seemed to have failed to let anyone know.

As I attempted the third time just like before, the door opened slightly showing the owner's son, this time his hair was slick back like he just got out of the shower since it looked damp.

His green eyes glanced at me but then he spoke with a hoarse voice, which is something I get when I haven't been speaking. " I'm sorry but he isn't at home" as he closed the door I asked " can I wait for him?". He opened the door and finally I could have a full view.

For a boy he was too skinny but that didn't stop him from being pretty with his wet hair which laid back.
I entered the house and I was surprised to see every thing in a mess,beer cans filled the living room and broken mirrors were all around.

As I walked I stepped on a dead rat which looked freshly killed with it's head crushed.

After taking all that in, I realized the boy was walking up the stairs without saying anything so I decided to introduce myself.
" I'm William may I know yours?"
I don't know what happened but he suddenly rushed into his room and I heard him locking it.

I just sat in the couch after pushing the cans to one side with my feet and covering the couch with my jacket. I didn't want to touch anything.

After about fifteen minutes I heard the swinging of the main door which soon showed the frame of the man I've been waiting for.

He seemed drunk and crushing into things as he found his way into the living room but his drunk state sobered when he saw me.

" who are you?" He yelled whilst looking up the stairs.
" He brought you here right?" He yelled as he pushed me out of the way and ascended towards his son's room.

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