Humiliated

Inside the decorated building of the Wilson’s, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson stood at the entrance receiving gifts and packages from the guests who came to celebrate their daughter’s birthday, Rita.

All of a sudden they caught sight of the one person they made sure wouldn’t attend this party.

“Evening mom. Evening dad,” George Lockwood greeted his Parent- In- Laws.

“What the hell are you doing here? Are you done with the loads of work given to you?” Mrs. Priscilla demanded from him.

“I finished cleaning the office but I have not washed some of the toilets. I felt tired, so I decided to return home, I will continue tomorrow please,” he begged.

“You are not allowed in here. Can’t you see that Rita is celebrating her birthday party?” Mr. David voiced this time.

“Leave here this moment, Rita will not be happy to see your stinking body around here,” Priscilla ridiculed the young man, causing him to look at himself from his toe upwards.

“I do not have anywhere to spend the night in. Can I get some dollar notes, so I can lodge in a hotel?” He asked, hoping they would just accept his request and get this over with.

At once, the couple began to laugh, making him feel very less of himself. “I promise to pay back as soon as I get my salary,” he added.

“Salary? This is your family business, you do not expect us to pay you, right?”

Before he could reply, his eyes accidentally caught sight of Rita kissing another man.

George's mouth was left ajar, and he stood rooted in the ground, watching in sheer shock and horror as Rita continued locking lips with the pretty-faced guy.

He felt his stomach tighten, and he was hurt to say the least. But slowly, the hate turned into anger. He began to feel rage run through every one of his veins. He clenched his jaw and ball his fists.

“Hey what are you staring at? Get lost,” Mrs. Peterson warned, looking intently at George.

“He is adamant and disrespectful,” her husband simply replied. “Maybe we should have him forcefully thrown out,” he added.

With everything they said, George remained silent. He was solely focused on Rita and that man. He just stood there watching as the young man kept on touching his wife in places he had never even touched.

Somehow, the rage in him injected a bout of confidence; so much so that he managed to leave the point he'd been standing and he headed towards them.

"Hey!" He yelled as he moved towards them, disrupting the French kiss by pushing the guy away from his supposed bride.

Rita was shocked by his actions, she turned to see who it was, immediately she recognized him, a frown appeared on her face.

"George, what are you doing here?” She questioned with a mean face.

"Who's this guy?" George proceeded to ask her without answering her.

"That's none of your business," she replied and folded her arms as she looked away.

"Rita-"

"Rita, do you know this miserable-looking dude?" Jeffrey asked with a look of irritation on his face, as he sized George up with his eyes.

Rita sighed.

"Unfortunately, I do. He's my cleaner"

"What?!" George yelled in shock. How could she call him his cleaner?!

"So what is he doing with her if he's cleaner?"

“Rita, why are you doing this to me? We are mar ...,” before he could complete his statement, Rita immediately shut him up, she wasn’t ready to let Jeffery know that she was not single yet.

“Baby,” Rita called out, giving Jeffery a very cute look. “Why not call your men to throw this pig out. He is polluting the environment with his bad odor,” she pleaded.

"I'm not anyone's cleaner! I'm her betrothed! I'm her groom-to-be!! You're kissing my future wife," George boomed in anger.

"Is that true, Rita?"

Rita hesitated a little without replying positively.

"So why did you lie to me then?” Jeffrey asked, vexed.

Jeffery was the young billionaire and only son to the mayor of the town, every woman wanted a taste of him, including Rita.

"I didn't want you to think that I don't love you or that what we have together is fake. It's you I love, and not him. He's a timid little nobody that my old, mentally deranged grandpa is trying to force me to get married to. He can't even stand up for himself, and he's too poor for me. But he's just my grandpa's choice. That's all"

George turned to Rita, teary eyed.

"How could you do this to me, Rita? First you call me your cleaner because you're obviously ashamed of me, and then you proceed to call me a nobody in front of him. I know that you don't like the development, but I thought you were going to give me a chance to show you that I love you very much. You and your parents have been putting me through a series of physically and mentally inhumane tests, for no just reasons, but this is something I cannot take, Rita. Watching you kiss another man!"

"I don't want anything to do with you, George! If you didn't get the message now, let me spell it clear to you. There were no tests for you. Everything we did was done because we disliked you strongly! Just take a look at yourself. Take a good look at yourself... Now, take a good look at me. Do you see a future together? Not in your wildest dreams! I'm too classy to be with a guy like you. If my grandpa likes you so much, let him marry you himself. I can't ruin my future and waste my life by ending up with you. I definitely did not sign up for that," she hissed and huffed as she flung her head away from him, so that her long wavy blonde hair would slap George.

By this time, tears were pouring from George's eyes. He'd never been this insulted in his life. This was so painful for him.

"Ri... Rita, all I asked for was just one chance. I knew you didn't like me, but not this much. This is too much for me to handle. I begged for a chance to show you that even though I'm poor, I'm man enough to take care of you, and that I would do anything to win you over, but you-"

"Enough of all this!!” Jeffrey immediately cut him off rudely.

"As much as I sorta enjoyed this melodramatic back and forth, I can't take it anymore."

He faced George with a slight, jerky smirk on his face.

"Mister, you heard the damsel. You're causing her distress. She doesn't want you. She never did. You need to snap out of the fantasy that you're trying hard to make a reality. Try to be in her shoes - would you like to end up with someone like you?" He questioned and poked at George's chest with right middle finger.

His last sentence invigorated so much rage in George that without getting a chance to control himself, he took a step back, and with all of his strength, he balled his fists tight, took it back, and swung it at Jeffrey, landing a very serious blow on his face in a swift second.

"George! What did you just do?" Rita gasped in shock.

Jeffrey nursed his jaw for some seconds, but he soon took his hands off his face, showing that he was unhurt.

Even George was surprised by his own actions.

"You're going to regret that," Jeffrey swore and he immediately snapped his fingers twice.

At the sound of his fingers snapping, built, mean-looking men in black suits and eyeshades from nowhere appeared from the background and bowed to him.

"I want you to teach this brat a lesson. He had the guts to hit me. Show him what happens when he hits me"

"No no no-"

But before George could defend himself, two unexpected, hot slaps landed on both his cheeks, making him see stars for a second.

"Get him out of my sight and deal with him!” Jeffrey ordered and despite George's pleas, he was picked up from a small child, and was taken to a corner of the restaurant.

He was dropped like a log of wood, and began receiving kicks and slaps all over his body. The countless security men didn't have mercy on him. They kept punching and kicking him despite his pleas, until George slumped.

It wasn't until one of them noticed that he was unresponsive that he called it to the notice of others. He gradually calmed down and saw that he was unconscious. Not knowing if he was dead, they immediately went over to Jeffrey who had long ago resumed smooching and kissing Rita.

"Boss, we have an issue," the team leader called to his attention.

He broke his kiss and gave the man a death stare.

"What is it?"

"The young man is unconscious"

"What?"

"The man you told us to beat is unconscious"

"You idiots did too much! I told you to teach him a lesson, not kill him-"

"I really don't care though," he heard Rita murmur.

"What?"

"I couldn't care less about whatever happens to him. He can go to hell for all I care"

"What about your parents?"

"Trust me, they won't care either. Let's just get out of here"

"You heard the lady. Throw that boy to the bush outside and get the car ready"

****

It was the extremely cold wind that got George back to consciousness. He looked around, and he realized that he was out in the bushes.

The throbbing pains that affected every part of his body reminded him of what transpired before he slumped into unconsciousness.

He managed to get up and dusted himself.

He swore in agony never to go back to the Petersons home. He did not have anywhere to go, but he'd rather be homeless than insulted.

And all of a sudden, a mustang pulled out of nowhere and three black hefty men came out, walking towards him.

"Wh... Who are you people?" He asked in a fearful, alarming tone.

"Get into the car!" The heftiest of them boomed.