Cell

Being "good" is not a heritable trait. I don't believe so. I believe people have more good in them and others have more bad in them irrespective of who their parents are. Case study:me. My parents are easily the best people I know. I know some people would say oh, a lot of people believe their parents are good and all that, but mine takes the cake. And the funny thing is that they're both good, kind people. Its not as if my mom forces my dad to do good or vice versa. They are actually on the same wavelength.

They organize different charity events, for orphans, widows, victims of marriages and so many I can't keep up with. And they don't just do all this for selfish reasons. They actually care. They want to help everybody. And that there is what I don't relate to. I can't be more opposite of them if I tried.

I don't like people, I don't help people. I'm mean, selfish, arrogant, greedy, the list goes on. Sometimes I do wonder if I'm the biological child of my parents. But then I remember that I look exactly like them.

There's no way they're not my parents. But really, all the efforts my parents put in raising me to be a good son were all a waste. It didn't do shit. I was a wild child, I countered them for every little thing. I squandered their money, crashed their car, sold one of our houses and many others. The point of this rant is that I caused problems upon problems for my family.

And I did one again yesterday which landed me in this police cell. My mom refused to come bail me out and my dad chose not to even pick my call. I mean, its not really my fault a drunk idiot ran his mouth and couldn't back it up with his fist. Nothing, and I repeat, nothing makes me back off a fight.

So here I was after busting the nose of stupid in a prestigious bar, leaving him unconscious and landing me here. In a stupid cell. Its not as if its my first time in a cell, to many times to remember. I just think I don't deserve it. I don't deserve to sleep in a stinking cell that fucking smells like piss and vomit. Oh and I'm pissed at my parents, and my friend Gabe. They didn't fucking bail me out.

The sound of movement alerts me of the arrival of someone. I turn towards the entrance of the cell. A stupid looking policeman whose shirt seems to be struggling with his stomach walks in and motion for me to get up.

I roll my eyes and reluctantly got up.

"your father is here for you." He said in a high pitched Calabar accent.

So he finally decides to show after leaving me to stay here throughout the night. Irritation bubbles up and I fight hard to swallow it down or else I might end up doing something worse. The policeman turns to leave and I follow him out of the cell.

"I cant believe you Tobi. How can you still have the energy to misbehave. You're almost twenty-eight for Christ's sake. We keep hoping you'll change for the better then gbam! You do another one."

I ignore his pointless rant because if I answer him, things will plummet. The one thing i got on my mind is to get to my apartment to shower away the stink of that bloody cell. Everything can go to hell for all I care.

"please Tobi, change your ways. You're not getting any younger son. I wan- we want a good life for you son." He turns to look at me with sadness all over his face. " you're not creating a good name for yourself with all this stunts you keep pulling."

"fucking stunts?"

"watch your language when you're speaking to me young man" he bites out.

I don't give a fuck about his mortal inclination. "what do you mean stunts dad?" I fume. "someone fucking pisses me off you expect me to turn the other cheek? Not gonna bloody happen."

He sighs, exasperated. " you should learn to control your anger by now. People will always offend you, y-"

"then they'll always get what's coming for them"

"that won't take you far Tobi."

"watch me."

We pull up at my apartment and I was out the car before it fully stopped, not wanting to continue staying in a judgemental presence.

"please son, take care and stay safe okay." He calls out to me before the door to my apartment shut behind me. I don't understand why they try so hard with me. Its not as if I'm their only child. I have an elder sister for Christ sake. They don't bother her half as much as they do me.

Feeling irritated, I strip out of my cloths and jump into the shower. After enjoying the hot temperature of the water a few minutes, I quickly soap my sponge and scrub down my body. I rinse of the soap suds and towel off the water from my body.

The bath alone improved my mood so I go into the kitchen to find what to eat. There's the remnant of the jollof rice my chef prepared yesterday and I quickly heat it up and wolfed it down to soot the hunger. My phone. I haven't been on my phone since the previous day. I go back to my bedroom and search the pockets of my discarded cloths. Bingo.

Its there. I gather the clothes from the floor into my laundry basket and went back into my living room. I quickly open my call logs while sitting on my couch. I scroll down to Gabe and hit call.

"dude you disappointed me yesterday. How could you have left me to sleep in the cell. That was fucked up man." Silence welcomes me. "Gabe what the hell." I am angrier now at the silence.

"look man, im sorry. Your mom told me not to come get you. I'm glad you're out though."

What the fuck. "since when have you been listening to my mom. What's so special this time." I snap.

"look dude, I agree with your mom. You really need to get yourself sorted out-"

"are you serious right now?" I ask, exasperated. "you're my friend or God's sake"

"yeah, I'm serious and it is because where friends that makes me want whats best for you"

"you don't know whats best for me!" I bellow. No one does. I am happy with the way my life is and im already over this constant nagging. "you know what, since you can't even be my friend anymore, its best if we stopped talking to each other. Please loose my number."

"come on Tobi, it-"

I end the call and throw my phone on the couch. This can't be fucking happening. My only friend has joined the group of "judge Tobi" association. Bloody perfect. I'm best in my own company anyway. I don't need anyone.

I think.

The next morning, I'm driving to work feeling more sour about the previous day. I just can't seem to dig myself up from the anger I had been feeling since the previous day. I just feel so angry and bitter. How dare my parents turn Gabe against me.

I drive into the building that housed the best thing I own. My fashion shop. I am currently one of the biggest fashion designer in west Africa. A lot of people like to undermine my effort, saying I wouldn't be that popular if it weren't for my parents stand in the society. I'm like okay. Its ot my fault my parents are wealthy and your parents are dirt broke and are useless in your effort to succeed. Like yes, my parents introduced my to many of their top friend, but it is my talent that helped me remain on top,not connection. If I was actually a shitty fashion designer, a lot of people would have dropped me already or call me out. The only complain I get is for my character not my competence.

I walk into the building and head straight to my office. The place is already buzzing with workers and customers alike. On a normal day, I would stop to chat with my workers and apprentices, but not today. I got into my office and checked my schedule for today. I have two consultations today and one fitting. All before two pm. Perfect. I need to find my way into a bar very soon to drink away my anger.

Eight hours later, I got myself into Westland lounge. Not my favourite by a long shot, just quicker to get to. Two drinks in and I'm already regretting my decision of coming here. The only reason I don't enjoy coming to this bar is the lack of crowds. It's this cool bar with pretty much expensive everything and as such few people can afford coming here.

I look around the bar, trying to find nything interesting, perhaps a cool chick I can spend my time with tonight. There are some girls a little farther down my right. All looking hot as fuck. But they're giving intense snobby attitudes I don't have the energy for tonight. My left turned futile. All old men and equally old women.

I signal the bartender and ordered another cocktail. I guess it's just me and my thoughts tonight-

I feel someone drop down on the empty seat beside me. I turn towards the person, hopping it's a girl. The moment my eyes lands on the person, I discover out two things. First, its not a chick. It's a man. And the second thing is how unfair God is in blessing people with physical attributes because holy shit. The man before me is fucking unreal.