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Chương 2: The strange old man

Chapter - 2

"Why should I?" Rick raised his eyebrow.

"Come on, please!" Emily said, her eyes all misty, looking at Rick with that begging gaze. Her heart was breaking. The guy she liked just wouldn't pay attention to her, no matter what she did. "I don't want to be alone, or else I'll keep thinking about him."

"Ugh, you're such a pain," Rick said. Rick wanted to curse, but he held himself back, 'This is the last time, no matter what,' Rick thought to himself, shaking his head. No matter what, his brain just could not win over his heart.

"How much do you want?" Rick finally caved in.

"Really? You mean it?" Emily asked cautiously.

"Just go," Rick pushed Emily away gently. He just didn't want to look at Emily's face for now, "I'll bring whatever I want to your place," he said, heading off. Rick wanted some air to clear his thoughts.

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"Ugh, now I'll have to get drunk with that drunkard," Rick regretted his decision the moment he turned towards the store. He knew how much Emily loved to drink. He felt a shiver down his spine just thinking about it. The night was already ruined, and the morning was going to be a total disaster.

"Hey, can you spare some change for booze?" Rick saw an old homeless man sitting across the street.

The man looked worn out and beat up, with clothes that had seen better days. As people passed by, he mustered up the courage to ask for help.

"Hey folks, got any spare change for a drink?" he called out, his voice raspy and desperate.

But most people just shook their heads or ignored him, walking on without a care. Some even scolded him for asking for money for booze.

"Get a job, you lazy bum!" one person snapped, giving the man a dirty look.

"Yeah, stop wasting your cash on booze!" another yelled, not even glancing his way.

Rick checked out the homeless dude, and man, he couldn't shake off the feeling that they were kinda in the same boat. The old man had no place to crash, while Rick's love life was going absolutely nowhere. And now, he had to deal with drinking with Emily and listening to her rant about that jerk, Roy.

'Why does the god have to make these rich guys handsome as well?' Rick couldn't wrap his head around this partiality.

"Ugh..." Rick sighed, blaming Emily for all these extra sighs.

Leaving the homeless man behind, he entered the department store. He knew Emily's booze cravings were real, and even his stash at home had run dry. So, without wasting a moment, he grabbed a whole carton of beer and paid for it.

'Oh, right, I gotta call Gloria and bail on work today,' Rick reminded himself as he walked out of the store, beers in hand, 'I will do that once I reach home.'

"Hey, what's your name?" Rick asked softly, crouching down to meet the old man's eyes.

The old man looked up, squinting to get a better look at Rick, "Why do you care? You gonna scold me too, like those miserly bastards?"

Rick grinned, hearing the old man's response, "Nah, man! Why would I? You just want some beer, right? What's the harm in that?"

"That's right. What's the big deal about it?" the old man's eyes lit up at Rick's words. He then eyed the carton of beer and swallowed hard, "You get all this for me?"

"Not the whole thing, man. But yeah, you can have a couple of cans," Rick said, grabbing two cans from the carton. "Here you go, enjoy!"

As they chatted, some people passing by started paying attention to their conversation. Some gave judgmental looks, while others just walked away, shaking their heads like they were seeing a train-wreck – a jobless dude taking tips from a homeless guy.

But you know there's always that one nosy person. This lady, probably in her 50s, marched right up to them, her face all stern and annoyed. "What on earth do you think you're doing?" she snapped, oozing disdain.

Rick turned to her, kinda surprised by her hostility. "Nothing much, just sharing some beer with this old dude," he replied coolly, "Life's tough, you know, and I'm just trying to make his day a little better."

The woman scoffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Cheer him? This is not helping! Giving him alcohol only enables his destructive behaviour. He's a homeless drunk, for crying out loud! You think he'll just sip it and go on his merry way? NO... He'll become a pain in the butt for everyone else."

Rick frowned, "Come on, cut him some slack. Maybe the dude's going through some rough stuff."

Eye-rolling, the woman didn't even glance at the old man as she went on with her rant, "He's just a burden on society, plain and simple. If folks like him pulled themselves together and stopped asking for handouts, maybe he'd be worth something."

Rick shook his head, "Well, you don't know his story, so maybe back off a bit?"

The woman scoffed, "Oh please, spare me the sob story. There's no excuse for being a bum."

"Listen," Rick tried to calm the lady, "We don't know his circumstances or what he's been through. We all face challenges in life. It's just that he is going through some hard times. Let him enjoy his beer in peace."

The woman huffed, unimpressed by Rick's response. "Don't give me that nonsense..."

But this time, the Old man chimed in before the lady could complete, "Listen, darlin', this young man bought me this beer with his money. So unless you want to buy me more or pay this young man for these beers, shut your mouth and take a hike. I don't want to hear a lecture from a stingy old hag like you."

"You..."

"Fuck off..."

"You will regret it," the lady threatened the old man and glaring at Rick, she turned away from Rick and the old man, muttering under her breath as she walked off.

"Bitch!" The old man cursed as well, "Well, I won't take your beer for free." The homeless man turned his attention back towards Rick.

He then pulled out an old, rusty metal stick and gave it to Rick.

"What is this?" Rick looked confused.

"Just an old cane,"

"Oh, thanks," Rick said, trying not to laugh. "But really, I don't need this old thing. You should keep it."

The old man chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Nah, take it. Consider it a token of my appreciation for the beer. Besides, you never know when you might need a good ol' stick."

"Why would I need a stick?" Rick laughed it off.

"You know," The old man with a perverted gaze looked at Rick and smacked his bum, "To stick it up your ass."

". . ."

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Here are the choices for the readers. Whichever gets more comments is what we will do in the next chapter:

1. Fuck up the old man.

2. Ignore the poor guy. He is not mentally stable.


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Chương 3: Daddy - The stinky old man

Chapter - 3

Whoa, hold up! Rick was left utterly dumbfounded. He couldn't believe what he just heard, and his mind went blank for a moment.

But then, as the shock wore off, anger started bubbling up inside him.

"What the hell, old man? You think you can just say whatever you want?" Rick yelled, his face turning red with frustration.

The old man just smirked, looking unfazed by Rick's outburst. "You got a problem with my words, young man? Maybe you should learn to mind your own business."

That was it. Rick had had enough. He just gave this shitty old man beer. To top it off, he defended him against a woman. To go against a woman in this day and age, that too for a foul mouth old man like him. Fuck, Anyone else would be washing Rick's feet and drinking that water. But this old man?

Rick clenched his fists, gripping the old cane tightly, and without thinking, he swung it towards the old man.

But just as he raised the cane to hit the old man, Rick stopped. When he looked at the old man, he just could not bring the cane down to beat him up. Despite the ugly smile on his face, the old man was nothing more than a set of bones put together. No matter what he wanted, his arms wouldn't just move. Rick was too good for this shitty world.

And then it happened. Just as his heart changed, the weather changed with him.

A mysterious force was brewing in the atmosphere, building with electric anticipation. The air crackled with energy, sending a tingling sensation down his spine. Rick paused, looking up at the sky, his eyes searching for any signs of what was to come.

And damn! Out of nowhere, the weather decided to go bonkers.

The sky which was all clear, sun shining brightly on them, had turned all dark and moody all of a sudden, like someone just flipped a switch. Black clouds popped up like nobody's business, and everyone on the street was left thinking, like, "What the heck is going on? What did we miss?"

"Hahaha... It is finally here," as the wind went nuts, the old man laughed like a maniac. The more he howled, the crazier the wind went. From a full-blown hurricane, blowing everything in its path. It was like Goddess Earth was on a rampage.

"What is going on, old man?" Rick could feel that the old man was behind everything shitty going around them, "What did you do?" But before he could get an answer, thunderstruck.

BOOM!

About a mile in front of Rick, the thunder hit. It was like a bomb went off in the sky. As soon as that bright flash hit, people started freaking out, man. It was like a signal to run for your life! Everyone on the street just went into panic mode.

People were sprinting like crazy, zig-zagging through the chaos. It was like a bunch of Olympic runners but with way more fear in their eyes! Nobody knew where to go, but we all knew we had to get the heck away from that lightning show. The ground was shaking under their feet, and it felt like the world was about to crumble!

BOOM!

And the thunder struck again, but this time, it was closer than the previous one.

"Hey, old man, I think it's time for us to leave," Rick said. He was starting to panic now. The situation was not normal at all.

But the old man just kept on laughing, as if Rick had just cracked the best joke ever. He had this crazy glint in his eye, and it was starting to freak Rick out a bit.

"Come on, dude, I'm dead serious. You can't just chill here like this," Rick tried again, raising his voice a notch.

But it's like the old man couldn't even hear him. He just kept cackling away, like he was having the time of his life.

Rick was getting pretty ticked off. He didn't know what the deal was with this old man, but Rick had no intention of sacrificing himself for him.

"Alright, die if you want to. I am leaving," Rick said and tried to leave. But suddenly he could not move. It was like his legs were stuck to the ground.

"Huh? What now?" Rick tried his hard to lift his leg, but they were like they were glued to the road.

"No... No... NO!" This was getting weirder by the second! Rick wanted to get the heck out of there, but his legs had other plans.

"Come on, legs, what's the deal?" Rick muttered to himself, trying to shake them loose.

But his legs weren't having it. No matter how much he pleaded, they won't budge an inch.

And to make things worse, those lightning strikes were getting closer and closer. Panic started to bubble up inside him like a volcano about to blow.

"Okay, this is not cool," Rick said, trying not to freak out. "Legs, we really need to move, like right now!"

But his legs were like two stubborn mules, refusing to budge an inch. It was like they were having their own little protest against him.

As another bright flash of lightning lit up the sky, Rick's heart pounded in his chest. He didn't want to be a human lightning rod, that's for sure!

With each thunderous roar, the fear intensified. Rick was starting to feel like a sitting duck in the middle of a lightning storm.

"Why me? Why now?"

And then, it happened.

A brilliant flash of light streaked across the sky, followed by a deafening roar of thunder. In an instant, everything around Rick seemed to freeze, as if time had momentarily come to a standstill. And then, with a force that knocked the wind out of him, a bolt of lightning struck him down.

Pain seared through Rick's body as he was hurled to the ground. His vision blurred, and he struggled to make sense of the chaos around him. Voices and footsteps echoed in the distance, and he could vaguely hear someone shouting for help.

Through the haze of pain and confusion, Rick became aware of a sharp burning smell and the taste of metal on his tongue. He tried to move, but his body felt heavy and unresponsive. Fear gripped his heart as he wondered if this was the end.

As Rick began to lose his consciousness. And just as he did, the old man smiled at him, showing his broken teeth, "You wanted to know my name, didn't you?"

"For all these years, I have been called so many names," The old man somehow looked profound. A wise man with all the knowledge in the world.

"But you can call me 'Daddy'" The old man said, grinning.

"Come on. Please say, Daddy."

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Here are the choices for the readers. Whichever gets more comments is what we will do in the next chapter:

1. Call the old man Daddy.

2. Show him the middle finger.


SUY NGHĨ CỦA NGƯỜI SÁNG TẠO
The_Lonely_Guy The_Lonely_Guy

Creation is hard, cheer me up!

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Also, read my other story, "The Devil's Harem" (200+ Chapters) you will have to search the story.

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