Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 114

Damien had stopped at a clothing store and bought new clothes. A simple blue top, whitewashed jean pants and a pair of his favorite all-star shoes. He had kept the timberland in the system store.

He pushed the glass and fancy door of the office open and stepped in. He was greeted by a sort of coziness. Something fake and unnatural. For the past two months he had been used to only natural breeze. Probably by time, he would get used to the AC.

There was a man seated at a work table. He had white overall lab coat on. A pair of lens seated on the rim of his big nose. His face bent on goodness-knew-what he was busied with. A doctor. Damien in a hospital.

"How may I help you?"

The doctor asked without looking up.

"Uhmm... I'm Damien."

"Damien who?"

Damien moved closer to the table, standing behind the chair locked to that side of the table.

"My grandpa was admitted here about two months ago. He was due to be released two weeks later, at that point in time. But one thing led to the other and I wasn't able to come see him. Do you by any means have an idea where he is?"

"What's the name of your grandpa?"

The doctor asked yet without looking up.

"Thomas Loinglot."

When Damien mentioned the name of his grandpa, the doctor stopped writing. He raised his head at Damien.

"If I get you right, you mean you are coming back after two months of Thomas's death?"

The doctor shook his head, contempt crawling into his face. Then he dropped his head again and resumed what he was doing earlier.

"Wait... what... he... he did what?"

Damien heard the words clearly and loudly, yet it seemed kinda remote to him. As though the doctor had spoken in gibberish or Sumerian.

Though he had prepared his mind for something like this. About two months ago, he remembered that the doctor had talked about the slim chance of his Grandpa's survival to be about %12 percent.

Yet he couldn't accept the news. He didn't want to. He wasn't even trying to make the effort. His heart had crumbled in his chest. He felt tears reaching at his throat, his eyes about to make a fuss.

He denied the emotions. He didn't plan to cry for a reason which he hadn't proven to be true yet.

"What do you mean he died? How could say that he died? Perhaps you don't know whom I am talking about? Perhaps you think I am ---"

"Thomas Loinglot, a fisherman whose whole family turned their backs on but refused to kick out his grandson whom many believe to be the cause and source of his bad luck. Who doesn't know his story?"

The doctor took a pause.

"Does that ring a bell now?"

The doctor shut the doors of his eyes and took in a deep breath.

"Now, if you don't have anything else, please shut the door behind you. I'm quite busy."

Damien bowed to the doctor and turned. He walked out of the office.

He wasn't mad at the doctor because of what the doctor had just said. About him being a bad luck to his grandpa. It was nothing new. He had heard it all his life. It had even become a hymn in his ear when people say it. Sometimes, he would help people complete the statement when they had picked on him.

Why did you think his stepmom kicked him out of the apartment after the death of his father? In short, every bad thing that happened to his family members were always tied to him.

When his father died, many said he was the cause. Why wouldn't they say that? After all, his real mother died while giving birth to him. He didn't know the truth until he was old enough.

But knowing the truth meant nothing having a stepmom who is a metaphor for a beast.

He stopped a cab and got into it. He gave an address and the cab driver drove on.

He was trying so hard to hold back the tears. He didn't want to believe what the doctor had said.

"How could that happen? No way, it couldn't."

The driver looked at him through the rearview mirror. He looked away.

The cab pulled over a dirty and bad street. Damien stepped off the cab and handed the bill to the driver.

"Hey..."

The driver called at him when he turned to walk away. He didn't want to heed the call but then had a change of mind.

He wouldn't be surprised if the driver continue from where the doctor stopped.

"Sometimes things happen that we can't change. That's what destiny is. All we can do is accept the truth, no matter how hard and devastating it seems. Else, we'll be doing more harm than good to ourselves."

Damien turned away from the driver without saying a thing. Perhaps because he wasn't expecting such kind and sweet words. After all, he wasn't used to things like that. Cusses, insults, swears and physical abuses were what he fed on.

He ran through the puddles, jumping carelessly into the big potholes, soaking his pant in mud and dirt. He just wanted to prove it all wrong.

He kept on running until he got to his neighborhood. Where he used to live in. There was a gate hanging by only one bolt. He knocked the gate open, making it fall off.

He rushed to the room. The room which himself and his grandpa used to live in.