Revenge story 1 rAch
Henry was the son of a widow. He worked for his mother all day, but one day he found one thing that was the most interesting in his life. It was chemistry; he heard the word lot in his middle school. But after his Uncle Alstria moved to London, their money grew less and less every day. Henry wasn’t a student anymore; he was a waiter in the restaurant.
Henry decided one day that he has enough money to go to college and pay for the cottage they’ve been staying in. He knew he could work after the class and sent more money. So he bought his ticket for England.
As he was on the train he met a strange person sitting beside his seat. But Henry had the widow, which gave him a spot to move away from the staring man.
The man kept staring at him and dripped a few drops of milkshake every time someone past by. He wore a black business suit and ink-black hat with a white ribbon around the rim. He barely moved and his eyes were sharp as the killer’s knife. His face was shadowed by the hat, but his hair was faded brown. The Man never talked or even murmured.
Then he left dropping a new cigarette between the clipped seatbelt. He walked out of the train when it was announced the train stopped on a West Maine Hill Town. The strange thing is that there were three black marks near the edge of the cigarette. It looked like it was marked with an ink pen or a thin brush. But Henry never saw the men smoke. Or do anything else than staring at him and tilting the milkshake container as people passed by him. The staring man carried nothing but his hat and the tailcoat he owned. The tailcoat according to Henry’s eyes was plain and pockets less. And as Henry observation proved he had nowhere to keep the cigarette in.
It was a strange thing indeed. But he only noticed the man, when the train was to be noticed. There came a sign of warning, but he was in a dream.
Henry went to college and from his grade, he was identified as an excellent student. In his second year, he thought his mother needed a visit, so he took a train again. The passengers were fine, and there only seated a gray-haired man by him. He looked like a man with business. But he also seems to be always tired and he mostly slept with his arm tight against his chest. Sometimes he would order fries and hamburger and share with Henry. But after a few minutes, he would be asleep. It was very usual for an old man, however, it was always a mystery how he could sleep after sleeping hours.
Henry arrived at the train station. There was no one waiting for him there but his beautiful mother was waiting at home. He took his quick striding steps toward an exit. Then, he bumped into a dark furry thing. Henry pushed away his face and stared with his sorry face, ready to explain and apologize. A lady passed by him with an anxious expression. She wore a black fluffy shawl and a dark, strong makeup. She smiled with a look as if she was trying to say hi to a crazy pack of dogs. So mannerly Henry smiled and waved sorry.
He soon arrived at a little comfy cottage. Henry’s mother stood beside the door, waving and hugging after he was nearer to the house.
“Mother,” He spoke with his soothing voice.
“Darling,” She replied with a welcoming smile.
“You’ve changed, wait, what about the cottage? Didn’t you live there?” Henry looked around and spoke.
“My son, I met a wonderful person.” His mother said with a low tone as if telling a sleepy child a story.
“I married him. In the year you worked as a painter in England with your friend, I fell in love once again. And I am pregnant with a boy.”
“Oh, mother, what a wonderful thing!” Henry remarked, but he knew something was happening he didn’t know.is mother married another man?! He just couldn’t believe it! After all the years saying she wouldn’t marry anyone and would only love his father? Pregnant? And he soon noticed her queenly outfits and jewelry.
“We are rich again, Henry. Oh, what a wonderful thing! I don’t care how many wives he has. I love him and we love each other. A feeling I missed for five years! “