Royalty Gone Bad

Chapter 24: 24. Alex's Story

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Writer’s POV:

Saïda started work that Monday. She was so happy with it. Her first day so far had been great. There

were a lot of customers and she helped them as much as possible. Aryan and his wife, Rivka, as well

as Samir, all helped Saïda adapt easily. But they didn’t need to show her or guide her too much

because she already did very good on her own. This job was perfect for Saïda to occupy herself and

make a little money, all the while. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Meanwhile...

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It was finally twelve and the waiters had their first break. Asahd sat in a corner, eating and manipulating

his phone.

While he was doing so, he received a call from his father. He rolled his eyes and rejected the call. He

was still giving them a hard time and was still unforgiving for what was happening to him now. He did

same to Djafar. Though he answered the man when he asked him questions, things weren’t the same.

Asahd no longer smiled or sat to have serious or funny conversations with him.

Asahd put his phone away and stood to go to the washroom and take a pee. He headed to the men’s

washroom and on entering, he heard someone talking in one of the cabins. He recognised Alex’s voice.

Minding his business, he went to pee but still, it was almost impossible not to listen to Alex who turned

out to be talking on phone.

“Why do you treat me like this?? Why?” Asahd heard Alex ask in an angry yet hurt tone.

“You don’t treat me well! I do everything to please you. I work my ass off like crazy between two jobs!

On the weekends when I’m supposed to be resting, I still work! Just so I can have enough to pay your

bills, buy my necessities and provide your meals! I do everything and yet you still treat me like shit! Is

that fair?? I–” Alex stopped talking for a second or so.

“Hello? Hello?!”

Seemed the person had hung up. Asahd heard Alex cuss and hit the wall with his palm.

′I wonder what’s wrong.′

Asahd went to wash his hands in a sink and just then, Alex stepped out. Surprised to see Asahd, their

eyes met in reflection of the mirrors there. Asahd turned immediately, slightly worried when he saw how

red Alex’s eyes were. Like he was going to cry or something.

“Sup bud?” Alex sniffed and wiped his eyes before coming to wash his hands too and acting like

nothing had happened.

“I’m okay,” Asahd replied. He then turned to leave but halted on his way out. He was trying to mind his

business but couldn’t. He was bothered to see Alex like that. He wanted to know what was hurting him.

Or who? And why?

Asahd was usually careless about other people, being very self-centered. But at that moment, he

wanted to know what was bothering Alex and help him if he could. That feeling surprised him. He

usually cared for no one’s feelings, but his. If it’d been another colleague, he would’ve left. But the only

colleagues he’d realised he was growing fond of, were Derrick and Alex. They’d always been the most

friendly dudes towards him. Always asking if he was comfortable or if he needed help with something.

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Asahd turned and approached Alex who was washing his face.

“I just have to ask. You don’t look okay and I’m kind of bothered,” Asahd started and Alex looked up at

him. “What’s wrong? I’m here if you want to talk.”

The boy was quiet, and then he shut his eyes for a while, taking a deep breath.

“It’s– The person I was talking with on phone, is my father,” he finally said, running his fingers through

his hair.

“What’s up with him? He’s left you in a terrible state.”

Alex rubbed his eyes.

“He always does. He always has, since I was a kid. The man is ungrateful. All he does is sit on the

couch the whole day, watching TV and drinking beer. He’s drunk most of the time and almost never

sober.”

Asahd listened in shock as Alex literally told him everything about his abusive father. Alex was the one

who paid the home bills. He told Asahd how he had to remove all bulbs from the house, so the

electricity bill would not rise. His father always asked him money to buy beer and only beer. And if he

refused, his father would hit him, leaving red and purple bruises on his face and arms. Even when he

gave his father some money for food, his father would use it on alcohol.

Alex had lost his mother after graduating highschool, to a car accident. He’d been raised by her and

her alone because she’d left his father when she was still pregnant with him. This because the man

would beat her.

He never cared to visit Alex or know how he was doing. And the one time the man had convinced

Alex’s mother to allow their son spend the weekend with him, the result was terrible. Alex returned with

bruises.

“Luckily for me, after highschool, I was given a fully funded scholarship for my skills in hockey. I have a

room on campus and I’m provided with basic school necessities,” he explained with red eyes. “I work at

the school kitchen on weekends, so I gain a little more. Plus, I wrap up the food leftovers after meals,

drive all the way to my father’s house and give it to him. Yet he treats me like nothing.”

Asahd had a huge lump in his throat and felt like he would shed a tear.

“Alex, he doesn’t deserve you. If he’s unable to see your worth and change for your wellbeing, then

why keep bothering?”

“I’ve been advised to stay away from him by many. I– I hate him but I feel like I have to stick with him

because he’s my only family, Asahd.”

“Alex, he’s abusive. He doesn’t treat you right. He’s using you. You don’t deserve this.”

Alex’s eyes were red.

“Asahd, whenever I decide to forget about him and move on, I think of the fact that there are people out

there with no father at all. I keep hoping that mine will change some day and learn to love me.”

“Alex, he’s had twenty three good years to do so. You deserve better. Reflect on it. All he does is hurt

you and use you. You’re a great person and the type of caring and hardworking son, every father would

love to have.”

Alex closed his eyes, trying not to cry. Asahd put a hand on his shoulder, feeling terrible.

“I’m here for you. If ever you need to talk and think about something else. I consider you a friend, and

I’m ready and available, whenever you need me. Okay?”

Alex nodded slowly, wiping his watery and red eyes.

“You better?” Asahd asked softly.

“Yeah,” Alex stood straight and gave Asahd a short hug. “Thanks buddy. I feel better.”

“Always welcome, Alex.”

Alex nodded, wiped his eyes and left the washroom. Asahd stood, staring at his reflection and thinking

of the terrible things Alex’s father made him go through. Goosebumps covered his skin at the thought.

’Nobody deserves that.′

Just then, his phone rang and he looked at the screen, it was his father again. He picked without

hesitation.

"Finally you pick, my dear. How are you? How is your day?”

Asahd felt a little sting in his chest.

“I’m fine, father. I’m sorry I haven’t been picking your calls.”

"It’s okay. How are you doing?”

“I’m fine. And you? How is your health?”

"I’m fine too, dear.”

Asahd closed his eyes for a second or so, a lump in his throat as he fought his stupid ego.

“I– I miss you and mother. How is she?”

"She is doing fine. We miss you too, so much. She’s right here. Do you want to speak with her?”

“Yes, please.”

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•AN: He is beginning to understand the value of having loving parents.•