Chapter 5- In Time; Agitating
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I sighed and gathered my wits before I turned the door knob. I seriously didn't want to see that man's face because whatever comes out of his mouth is just too agitating that it aggravates me to my core. But what can I do; despite my disdain, that man pays my bills.
I checked my tie; looks were very important to care for when in his presence. I sighed again and opened the door; there is stood by the mantel piece in the Vice Principal's office—though his face and mine were o different other than his wheaty complexion and brown eyes but still, with our different personalities, I wouldn't be willing to call myself an Atish.
"Ah Mr. Atish, thank you for coming. Your father requested an audience with you." The Vice Principal announced.
Yes I can see that.
She got off her chair and walked to the door. "I shall leave the two in of you now." I nodded silently. After the door was closed behind me, my father walked towards me. "Good day father; how are you?" I addressed him first.
He came towards me with a stone face, his eyes hard and as he approached me, his hand slapped me across my face very sharply.
"What the hell have you been up to recently?" he jeered in low tone, his eyes burning with anger and rage; this was the first time that the famous composed Masood Atish lost his cool in front of another soul—I was stunned and froze in my place as my hand travelled to the spot where he hit. But I should've known—I know why he did what he did. For once in my life, I can feel that he's human and cares for me after all.
"Did you seriously think that I wouldn't find out what you have been doing?" he hissed through gritted teeth.
I feigned ignorance and composed myself. "I don't know what you mean sir." I replied innocently.
"Don't you dare pretend that I don't know what you are up to, boy!" he spat spitefully. "Do you think that I wouldn't know what kind of activities you are doing nowadays? If you don't stop this immediately, this I promise you; you will sorely regret it."
I didn't know that he would find out so soon; I ended up in accident four days ago—I was fooling around and wounded up in stealing a car and over-sped which ended me up in the hospital. Any normal parent would've been devastated but not Masood Atish, oh no. all he cares about is his name and reputation and apparently from where I come from, if your name has been affected in any way then it leads to scandal and undoubtedly, my accident must've buzzed a whole lot in the elite society of snobbish and conceited people of the New York City.
"If you so much cause another uproar again, I will deal with you myself ." he threatened only that it fell on deaf ears. When e saw that his empty threats didn't even make me flinch, he composed himself and cleared his throat. "Why the hell are you so adamant on ruining and tarnishing my name? After all that I did for you, is this the thanks I get from you?"
And here we go again; again with the 'all that I have done for you' speech. "Don't you dare ever try something reckless again. Got it?" he hissed again; his eyes cold and hard. I simply nodded.
"If you are done, may I be excused? I have classes?" I said in monotone.
"Hmph," he huffed and flanked his shoulders. "Don't let this happen again." He repeated in a hard tone. I quickly exited the room and as soon as I entered the halls of my dormitory, I was seething with rage that I punch a brick wall—I heard my knuckles c***k and the pain started shooting through my entire arm but my anger and fury was greater.
Sometimes I feel like killing that bastard.
"Hey Shed." I shuddered when Larry patted my shoulder. "Hey." I replied dryly.
"Me and the boys were heading out tonight; you wanna join in?" he inquired casually. Normally I would decline but I was totally screwed up at the moment; I needed a break anyway.
"Sure. Where are we headed?"
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The lights just hazed my mind. I couldn't see anything straight. All my friends around me were either too drunk to stand and leave or they were just too busy f*****g any w***e they could lay their hands on.
"Come on baby, one more shot." Someone cooed in my ear and I smiled and took the little glass in my fingers. I know that I was about to have one hell of a hangover when I get up tomorrow but what the hell, right?
I don't know who, but after a little while, I felt like someone take me somewhere.
"Are you forgetting? We still have some more ecstasy left." I heard a familiar voice but I couldn't fathom who. I just opened my eyes and the only thing that my mind could comprehend was the fine white line of powder waiting for me on the table. I bent my neck down and sniffed the stuff in.
A wave of pure elation and rapture burst in me and I collapsed; with a smile wide on my face.
My body going numb and my senses dimming.
SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPPY
BUT I HOPE THAT THIS GIVES YOU A GLIMPSE OF HOW SHEHZAD USED TO BE :D
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