Chapter 5 Abraham's grimace

Chapter 5

Abraham had the charm that could steal every girl's heart with just a glance. He least cared about his father's anger, on the contrary, orders Graham as soon as he occupies a seat behind the high priced oak wood desk. "Dad, I need to talk to you."

The intonation in his speech was savage. Graham grits his teeth and asks his son, already irritated. "What do you want? Is it not enough for the menace you already created in my room?"

"Dad, I need a separate house. I'm not a little boy who needs to live with his parents. The maids in your home do not even wait after the knock for me to say 'come in' and you know what's the heck of it? Mom supports them. For God's sake I need some privacy." Abraham shrieks, running his hands in his perfectly combed hair with frustration.

Graham continues to sign on the documents inside the file as if he was listening to a radio and tells Abraham nonchalantly. "Son, whatever I have in my life are the efforts of my sweat and blood. I'm not the person born with a silver spoon in my mouth."

He then suddenly turned his chair to face him and recollects his past playing his fingers in sorrow. "You know what is the investment I had for starting Walkhart industries?"

Abraham rolled his eyes. Graham walks to the window, he decides not to show his tears to his delinquent son. Nevertheless decides to speak with a hope that one day his son will learn his responsibilities. "It was your mother's engagement ring. I pawned it for 5000 dollars and started my first business with a small textile shop."

He dries his eyes taking out a handkerchief from his pant pocket when he was about to choke with grief and speaks with a sigh. "I told her that I want to start a textile business but do not have money to open it. We were only married for three months by then and she removed her engagement ring from her finger to give it to me."

"Pawn it and get the money you need. I'm sure you will be a successful business man - were the exact words she told me." Graham's face was flushed as he described his wife's confidence in him.

"Two months later I earned and bought back her ring from the pawn broker but the sacrifice she has done still remains fresh in my thoughts. She had the trust in me that I would succeed even when I was penniless."

Graham then looks back at his son firmly. "When will I be bestowed to get that confidence in you?"

Abraham stared at him bolted out of blue. But it was the reaction much expected about his son by Graham. "That is why none of my businesses are in your name even when you are the sole heir of all my properties."

He rubbed his jaw looking at him in irritation. "You are complaining so much about privacy. It is only a lie because I know you had sex with that maid who disrupted your privacy. She was telling it to your mom before resigning her job and I heard it. During the progress of your heinous act with her, no doubt both of you enjoyed it but at the cost of my reputation. She will tell this story to every Tom, Dick and Harry in such a way that she is the victim and you exploited her. For fuck's sake Abraham will you remember for once that I have got a company to manage and we hold a name in the society?"

"That bitch..." Abraham grunted, tightening his fists. "Give me two days of time, dad. I will pull out that witch even from the threshold of hell and make her fall at your feet."

"Please don't. I do not need more drama in my house because of you and your courtesans. I have crossed sixty and yet I am here managing the business in spite of my failing health because I have played a part in giving birth to an unethical, immoralistic son like you."

He takes long heavy breaths for a few times, walks to the long glass window which gives the beautiful view of city life. "If you need a separate house then you have to earn for it. Work in the company like any other employee for two months and if I'm satisfied with your output, I will give you the money you require."

Graham Walkhart wanted to see his son Abraham responsible by hook or by crook. He was growing old and earnestly needed a retirement because of his increasing health problems but the son failed to understand his father's difficulties.

Abraham wasn't the least happy with his father's offer. He had an unsaid grievance against Graham for not giving him the keys of their family house near Central Park. His eyes were red in a flaming temper as he walked out of Walkhart Industries head office. He was the owner for all the properties of the multinational firm yet today he was penurious with not even a house of his own.

That night, according to his friend's suggestion he came to Julie's party, consumed too much alcohol and became high on cigarettes. His system was least in his control. Moving out of the club he saw a beautiful girl waiting for a bus. She has the most inviting physique he could ever have the taste of. There was an uncontrollable lust growing inside him to famish her by any means. He along with his friends carefully followed her like foxes waiting for their prey. The desolate girl took notice of the lusting rogues coming behind her and ran to save herself but alas.....

No sooner she entered the deserted street the four fiends along with Abraham pounced upon her like hungry wolves. The girl urged him in vulnerability to set her free with tearful eyes but Abraham was an iniquitous and unprincipled demon with no ethical values. He cared less for the unfortified pleas of the young girl. Lucklessly she felt more inviting by her unsullied wails.

The two of his friends held her limbs to paralyze her movements and the third one obstructed her mouth with his hand from restricting her yells.

The next minutes were the most torturous moments in the innocent girl's life. At the same time most pleasurable moments for Abraham. Going unscrupulous like a depraved beast Abraham molested her with no regret.

All of his friends wanted to have a taste of her individually like a precious jewel but it was too late, the girl lost her sanity. After Abraham raped her, she succumbed to unconsciousness.

Few minutes later, guarding her unmoving body, one of his friends moved closer and pressed his fingers against her neck. "She is dead." He declared twisting his lips dispirited for not being able to enjoy her. "Good, she had made our task easy by dying on her own. Otherwise we would have been forced to end her." Abraham said in a villainous smirk with not a trace of nobility and walked away from the spot.

Little did he know she was the woman who was going to be the source of his downfall.