Damien Vows Revenge

"What's wrong?" the butler asked in concern. "You're the heir to this whole place, you should not be worried about anything?"

But it was more than that. Trying to explain to the butler was impossible as he was sure the man would not understand his predicament, but he knew someone who would do that.

"I want to see my uncle," Greg blurted out, stunning the old man.

"Excuse me?"

"I want to see Hudson. I've got some things I'd like to say to him."

"I'm sorry but you cannot see him."

"Why not? He's my uncle and I'm the heir. If anything I'm the one who should get to see him first. More so than others."

"That is not how it works."

"Then tell me how it works," the man sighed leaning into his seat in frustration. 

"You just can't see him, that is all."

Greg waved his hand in anger before taking up his tea to drink without restraint.

The butler watched the man in amusement as he drank the tea full of worries and frustration.

"Is it hard?" the man asked with a smile.

Greg didn't want to show himself as one who needed pity but at this time, he knew it was either he said something and a solution would be made or he would try to work through it himself which was not a great idea.

"It is," he admitted to his troubles. "I've tried being nice to them but it isn't going well. I don't do well with other people. I don't think I'm cut out for this. You were in the room and all you did was put everyone in their places.

"I took over and instead had them questioning my authority. It hurts and I don't like it. It's almost like going back to my old life but in this one I'm rich. Yet even with everything I allegedly have, I still don't feel like I own anything.

"I still feel weak and small. Insignificant even and I want more than that. Maybe I wasn't cut out for this kind of life."

The butler smiled as he played with the cup in his hand.

"Hudson didn't play well with people during his time coming up as well," he spoke with a soft voice which could make babies fall asleep. "It took him a long time before he could even relate to anyone around him. 

"I used to wonder if it was because of how smart he was or because he just hated people. I never really got to the bottom of it all. However, I did know that he did not do well with people and he was always stuck in places he should have been able to get out of.

"It made his life a living hell, one he would not talk about even if you were to ask him. I see a lot of him in you. The eyes, the determination to be a change but not feeling like you're good enough to achieve a certain task.

"I believe that if you were to trade places with Hudson, you might be able to do it like he was thinking when he first made what he had. All you need to do is hold fast to your wits and trust your instincts."

They had interacted privately twice and he still did not understand why the old man would not give him a straightforward answer. 

Greg paid rapt attention to his words and even when he did not understand the majority of what was being said he knew well what 'Hold fast to your wits and trust your instincts' meant.

"I'd like some of what you're having please," Greg pointed to the wine on the table as the butler smiled, handing him the bottle of wine.

"It's your house. I'm just here to serve," the butler replied with a lighthearted laugh.

***

Damien after he had gotten to his feet staggered to his car.

He was pissed at how roughly the bouncers had treated him and he wanted justice for it.

There was nothing he could do against Greg so he wobbled to his car trying to open it as someone tapped on his shoulder.

"You okay pal?" the voice asked as he shrugged the person away.

"Don't touch me you fool! Can't you see I'm trying to get into my car?!"

"Now I don't know what you drank but I believe that's my car."

Damien looked at the car to find out that the man was telling the truth and he looked around to see his car parked in another lane.

"I'm sorry," he threw to the laughing man before walking to his own car. He opened it with ease and wore his seat belt. His hands on the steering wheel and his eyes ahead, he took in deep and shaky breaths.

His face hurt from the beating he had received and he wondered if his whole thing had been choreographed.

That bastard Greg had jumped him. This was revenge for the last time they had met.

The light in the car was still on and he used this to look at himself in the rear view mirror.

He could see how swollen his eyelids and lips were. His cheeks were red and he could not hear correctly from his left ear.

Those men had really damaged his face. 

With shaky hands, he ignited his car and swerved into the streets, making sure to not hit any car around.

His disappointment towards his girlfriend and his friends who had left him alone at the entrance of the club had him feeling even more pissed. How could they leave him to be violated like that?

He picked up his phone to call his girlfriend.

"Pick up you bitch," he said as a tear fell from his eyes. He wiped it away quickly not believing he was crying from that beat down from the bouncers.

He vowed to himself that Greg was going to pay for everything.