chapter one: Jacob Jones

 Holidays to me were nothing special. It was just a day that lazy people chose to be able to idle around. And this one was no different. The crazy weather of the city continued as the raindrops wetted my car. This rain completely made no sense to me. Why was it raining at the end of autumn. And here I was stuck in the middle of a city because my father demanded my presence. I hated days like these as they also added to the days I could not see the woman I loved because she was almost always absent from her classes. A girl that did not even have a slight idea that I loved her. After a month of stoppIng my operations to be a mere university commerce lecture. Just because I wanted to see the most beautiful woman and the first one to make my heart skip a beat. Even thinking of her made me feel like I was suffocating in my cloths and I felt my Jr hardening in my pants. I adjusted my back to sit more comfortable . I quickly removed the thought from my head as many things were so wrong with these thoughts. First being her age...

While I was still caught in the midst of my thoughts we had arrived. The house was in the countryside meaning it was a huge house with a farm and gazillion trees around it . The childhood home that now was the old man's retirement place

I stepped out of the black Maserati to stand under the umbrella that my chauffeur had provided. Since it was an old-fashioned white English mansion it had no places for occasions like these. I stopped a little to adjust my maroon suit that had hung perfectly on my tall frame. I took a few steps to enter the house. The old man was already standing on the porch waiting for me. The golden walking stick that he was carrying was pointless as he did not really use it for its initial purpose. The old fucked up man.

His formal suit in. His slightly bent back signaling old age." Father how have you been ?", I said greeting him. He had this awful look on his face. It was written disdain all around it, but the slight wrinkles were making him look like an old dog. Just as I got closer to take his hand and kiss it as per norm he raised his walking stick and I felt a bang on my body as the walking stick came in contact continuously with my body. "You useless kid, when am I to get a grandson and a wife in law ", I heard him say. The bodyguards on his back just stood there and did not even try to help. It kind of almost made me smile as I heard him throwing a tantrum like a little girl.

I held on to it on the fifth time because it kind of hurt as much as I could totally stand it. He was one man who needed therapy for anger issues. " It is great knowing that father's bones still work that he can stand without his stick. ", I made a scum like smirk.

"You piece...!", he did not continue to curse because in this family vulgar words were not to be used. That was the law mother made while she was alive and in the midst of everything father never cursed so did I. I really love this little rule. You could ever guess what goes on his head. He turned his body around and pulled the walking stick that I still held in my hand. Father was sick though. If it was really him in his days he could have made those hits more hurtful. I knew exactly what he wanted, yet I deprived him. It was not like i did not have a girl at heart it was just circumstances. What I was taught in this family was to always get what I want. And I wanted the red haired girl to be my wife, and she was to be. But she needed a few speech manners.

"If you cannot do what men are supposed to do with their tales I'm gonna amputate it,mark my words",I heard him mutter after everything he hasdone that would take the sport.

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