“Mark , come out man…, I have been waiting for for the last forty minutes , your worse than most girls”
Michael Lee , Marques’s half korean best budd knocked for the tenth time on his bathroom door. He was getting agitated at his friend , who failed to respond to his constant banging.
Inside , Marques had had his luxurious bath and was settled on a grand couch in his dressing , having a cigarette on one hand while the other was on rest as he had injected a high dose,getting high was one thing Marques loved .He was completely unaware of his friend knocking as he was already in his own world. He loved how he felt after a dose , he was free of the things that were weighing him down . And he could actually feel the wings at his back beckoning to flap and fly high like a bird who has been caged , he could feel the immense happiness inside him , which in real , was lost forever . He was too much on his pleasure to even understand that it was all an aftereffect of a drug he abusively used .
Growing up was difficult for marques , and sometimes he could think life was playing tricks with him. He hated living , but he was a coward to take his own life. There have been times, when he could thought, he could me a deadmeat than a living mess , life is like that , cruel could be an understatement for him . And like that he could find solace in cigarettes .
Lee tried calling Mark , but his phone was on his bed. When a bit more time passed he became bored and laid on Marques's king sized bed and fell asleep . Michael was there with Marques , through thick and thin . There would not be a day without them both seeing each other. call them whatever , it's their business , and for someone like Marques , it was not easy to trust anyone , but Lee had that privilege on him . Marques trusted Lee more than he trusts himself and Lee knows his friend Mark more than himself.A pure kinship they shared .
When two more hours passed , Marques came out , wearing a black shirt paired with a black washed jeans, some wet hairs were on his foreheads as his hand went through his almost shoulder length hair to move it back . He was surprised to see Lee on his bed . A kick on Lee , made him awake .
“When did you come ?” Marques turned round and took his phone, no calls , no messages , so he made sure he wanted no friends nor girls .
Lee yawned as he heard Marques , “ you serious ! , I have been banging on that door …” when Lee saw Marques’s face he stopped midway.
“seolma..” Marques turned from his friend's scrutinizing look . His friend would tell right away that he had been high on drugs , as Lee could see Mark's eyes all red and gloomy , not focused.
“ You wont stop, will you?” Lee asked standing dissapointed, already tired of the starting conversation.
Marques had no answer for that , he could neither tell he was trying nor he was going to.
“Mworae” Lee stomped out of the door without saying what he came to say. Lee was sick of Marques’s explicit habits and the idea of killing himself like this . But as for Marques, it became something he couldn't live without.
After sometime Marques remembered he made a promise to his brother Sammy , to be there to play with him. He made his way upstairs to his brother's room , which no one other than their household had access to . His father,Vincent Wilde had made sure that even reporters or spies could never notice that they had a room upstairs like this.The door had the same wallpaper as their wall and had high security access with an eye lock that is not transparent to others. For someone outside , there is nothing on the wall . And inside , there is everything that a home needs from light to food , everything is there. and for someone like Ruth , A grand home itself was in there.
But when Marques entered , Sammy’s bed was empty and neatly put , Marques knew Sister Ruby was on leave , and his brother could only be one bed if no one was around . Marques’s senses heightened as he became alert and involuntary his one arm moved back to his low waisted jeans where he kept his gun . Besides being born with a silver spoon in his mouth there is something else that every rich family has , enemies , hunters who prey on the rich to take advantage . Marques could remember how years before their old house became a wreck . How every time his father leaves, black suit men could follow. How several times his kindergarten school’s alarm went off because of him and many other occasions and his brother’s case could be another.
Marques could not see Sammy in their dining room or even the bathroom , when suddenly he heard a vessel breaking in the kitchen . He quietly made his way to the kitchen to see a girl wearing a black hoodie with jeans , standing , holding a knife. Marques pulled the trigger of his Glock 19 which hit perfectly to the knife Ruth was holding as it hit the floor with a ting that reverberated through Ruth's ears as she stood there in shock almost at a high heartbeat rate. For her , it was something that happened in movies . And suddenly
She was slammed to the wall , a gun on her forehead and a man who she only heard through gossip and magazines stood in front of her. Unaware of what was happening , she couldn't even think properly .
“Who sent you here , bitch.?”
When Marques didn't get any answers to his question , he pushed his gun hard on her head and pressed his foot on her bare toes causing pain .
“ You have ten seconds to talk before another bullet pierce through that thick skull of yours .
“ Aww..” She cringed in pain . “ I don't know what you’re saying” she made her point . Marques chuckled bitterly at her and began to say something when Sammy pulled Marques’s shirt seeking attention.
“ Leave her , Leave her, Genie” . Marques on noticing his brother released her . He knelt before Sammy and asked
“ Who is she? You know her?” Sammy nodded his head. “ She is the new sister” .To Sammy’s knowledge , Ruth was the new sister who has come to take after the place of Sister Ruby .
Marques understood his brother’s quirky language . He took a look at the so-called new sister and saw her holding a chair and taking heavy breaths . Ruth was having trouble with breathing , it was just an aftershock response though . But still looking at Marques , her legs shaking out of fear .
“Are you okay? I was not known that a new home nurse have been appointed .I Am sorry if i gave you a shock "
Is he serious Ruth thought while taking a seat on the chair . Her right hand ,which a one minute ago had a knife ,was shaking so hard as to the impact of being hit with a bullet coming with a high velocity . She hold her right hand with the left to stop from shaking and asked the man
" Who are you ?" Ruth had seen that face several times to remember ,but not his name . The papers and gossip only include the millionaire's son , Vincent wilde's only son. Marques took a seat opposite to Ruth and told her
" Marques Wilde . Sammy's brother "
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SEOLMA - No way / come of it /no shit /perhaps.
Mworae- whatever (informally)
Well there comes our devil with a gun .
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