I was boiling with terrific vexation as he had kept on enumerating endlessly,
but I was weakened with undue rigor as stars of ignominious shamefacedness and unprecedented demeanor woefully flash before my eyes.
“Maybe you did not realize,” he kept on piquing himself and slaughtering my sanity with enough verbiage.
“But I’m sorry for your actively struggling mom relentlessly catering for all three kids, she deserves a well matured, self-driven young man for a first child, to help ease the unanticipated burden of single parenthood, not an inconsiderate lazy glutton and troublesome dunderhead like you; you must be a pain in the ass for not thinking like the eldest you are, I must say…”
” Nah, man! Cut the crap.” Trying to cut him off. As most of the boys now sniggered at me disparagingly, “She won’t say such! And the last time I checked, she had employed no propagandist. Watch your filthy mouth.” I riposted, quite furiously but with a quivering voice.
“She won’t say it, no. But how are you sure she won’t think it? Which technically, is of no difference. Whatever brought it into consideration determines.
Mind you, your dad would have advised you to man up by this stage of your life and not heave you on his shoulder all day like you always dream.”
I was irked. My fingers throbbed with extreme anger, but I concealed the murderous thoughts.
“And honestly,” he continued anyway,
with a neutral look. “You’re becoming a pebble in my shoe too! He added
and receding towards the isolated stool on which he sat earlier. “Here, and this is how, I mean the way I choose to make my dough, of which you are one of the greatest beneficiaries” he proclaimed, gesturing with his hands like he was claiming some imaginary accomplishments.
“You’ve got to man up Ryk…” He continued in an easy tone like he was some genius advisor. “You’re are to fend for yourself, don’t be a—”
That was it. I mean, he did successfully hurt me, down to my very bone marrow, and never planned to stop, not today.
He knew no boundary, and neither did he care. But I’m not surprised though.
I happened to be an injured Jew, desperately at the mercy of any good Samaritan by chance, unfortunately, mine was not the case, but a total opposite and ill luck.
“Alright then I guess…, no need fulminating against my plights onward, I apologize for all the stress I might have caused you and all the troubles I have brought your way okay, as a matter of fact; you would be relieved henceforth I promise, but I must commend your prowess of philippic lectures.” I managed to complete those words in an attempt of cutting him short of his berating speech, amidst the unnerving feeling of being downcast.
Cracking my knuckles to soothing the building uneasiness inside of me seems to work the magic but not to my satisfaction,
I began to project my feet in a bid to exit the arena when I heard someone declare from the west assembly, “he just won’t grow up. Robert is way cooler than he is, the boy is getting recognized these days; he spends a lot!” Recognizing Kyle’s voice, his utterances were of no stimulus.
How dare he thinks my immediate younger brother’s commission to cybercrime would even influence me? That was his selection of choices I would say.
Nonetheless, loads of thoughts played through my head but the only one I very much withheld is the thought of disappearing from the emotional battlefield forthwith! How can a harum-scarum like the one and only notorious Jude think so highly of himself and spit such inanities? He must be feeling accomplished right now gloating about his friend’s misfortune.
Overhearing many vague discussions on my way out, I felt stings of inferiority and hatred. What a bunch of impolite clouted punks glorying in their discourteous zone!