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Under the hazy moonlight, snow falls gently over the streets as one young man in tattered clothes runs around breathing heavily in the cold.
P.O.V - Oliver.
*Bam Bam Bam*
I knock heavily on the door before me.
My heart racing, my body shaking from both the cold and fear.
Fear of what, you may ask.
The fear of loosing someone I cherish.
*Bam Bam Bam*
I knock heavily again.
"Anyone! Please! Please help me, Please!" I plead loudly at the doorstep.
*Click Click*
The lock of the door is unlocked and the door opens up a bit revealing the face of a man in his early fifties at the other side.
"Ahhh... Uncle Jeff...Pl...please, mummy is in a critical condition... pl...please I...I... I need your help please..."
"Ohhh, that's sad Oliver but I'm sorry I cannot help you right now." Uncle Jeff replies as he begins to close the door.
*Bam*
I slam myself against the door preventing it from shutting.
"Pl...please Uncle... Please any amount would be enough...Please, let m just get the treatment ongoing..."
"I'm sorry he replies as he flings me away onto the cold snowy ground.
"Please...Please..." I continued begging even as I laid weak on the cold ground.
The door slams shut and I hear it lock.
I laid there for a while weak on the ground.
The weakness stemmed from the cold, exhaustion and fear.
I've been running around non-stop for about three hours.
What can I do now, what should I do mum?
*Sniff Sniff*
I began sobbing.
Should I just give up?
But mum...
No, I can't... I cannot give up on my mother.
I'll get the money for her treatment even if I have to stoop low.
A few minutes later I stand at the gate of a massive mansion.
"Who is there?" The security guards asks as he flashes his bright torch over my body.
"Ohh, it's you, 'Mr Young Master ' hahaha" He mocks me.
"You dont look so Prestigious now huh? hahaha..."
I remain silent not uttering a word.
Taking insults from a gate man is no biggie if I could save my mother.
"...hahaha" He laughed mockingly.
"so what is it you want?" He asks.
"I would like to speak to your boss, please." I reply.
"Ohhh, ohhh he added please, hahaha..." The guard mocks.
What did I ever do to deserve this, wasn't I quite humble? Was it because I didn't really relate much with anyone? Is being introverted now a crime?
"Well, as you can see, it's already dark and the Master is resting so you would not be able to see him tonight, maybe book an appointment with him tomo..."
Before he could finish talking, in annoyance I grab him by the collar through the gaps in the gate and pull him towards me slamming his face against the gate.
"Listen to me you arrogant fucker, my mother is in a critical state in the hospital and I need to save her so get your boss here now!."
I let him go.
He was bleeding out his nose from the impact against the gate.
He got angry and began yelling.
Well that might be good, that will surely draw the attention of Uncle Joe.
The other guards stationed around began to come over and in the distance I see the door of the mansion open.
From afar I could see his physique, his ugly physique.
'Hold it in Oliver, you need this.'
"Uncle Joe! Please, it's Oliver! Please I need to speak to you please!" I began yelling over.
I kept yelling non-stop until a guard that was with him came over.
He had told the guard to bring me in.
At that point I just felt like maybe I could get this.
We get into the house and I see him.
His disgusting face on his horrible head which sits on his desecrating body balance on a couch in the living room.
'Hold it in Oliver, You need this.'
"Goo...Good Evening Uncle Joe."
He looks at me head to toe in disgust.
"You look like shit Oliver." He says.
And whose fault do you think that is you fucker.
"I'm sorry Sir, I couldn't dress properly due to the situation sir." I reply.
"I see, so what is this situation?"
"Umm, my...my mother is currently in the hospital and she is in a really bad state and the doctors have refused to attend to her until I get the money necessary."
"Huh? but that's not how things are to be done." He says.
"Yes Sir." I reply.
"Hmmm, thats a precarious situation, so how much is it? I can't let my brother's wife continue to suffer can I?"
Ohhh, maybe? maybe he still cares a little?
"Ummm, it's seven hundred hundred dollars sir."
"What!" He exclaims loudly.
"Seven hundred? that's a lot of money for an old hag don't you think?"
He ask his guards which were around and they all began laughing together.
*Thud*
I drop to my knees and began pleading.
"Please Uncle, Please... please don't let my mother die...please, I still have a lot I've not done for her yet, please..."
"And what business do I have with what you've done and not done for her? Hahaha."
I continued pleading like a beggar desperately in need of food.
His eyes slowly turns to me.
His gaze as if looking at a wretched mutt.
His look filled with disgust.
"Well, maybe for the sake of the good old times, maybe I can help but I don't like your attitude." He says with a cunning smile.
"Wh...what can I do Sir?" I ask, knowing fully well this evil pile of shit could request me of something shameful but I was ready, my mother's life was at stake here.
"Well, you see, between my toes have been itching for a while now, why don't you help me massage them, with your tongue."
"What?" I unconsciously blurted out.
"What is it? are my toes too dirty for you prefer risking your mother's life?"
He, he wants me to lick between those stinky toes of his???