special

Thumping bass. An abundance of horny people grinding on each other on the sticky dance floor. Strobe lights flashing; an epileptic person’s worst nightmare. Why is this our main male protagonist of the story in a questionable underground club taking shots with just as questionable people ON A MONDAY NIGHT? Is that cocaine in that person’s nose? O Elijah, what have you gotten yourself into.

Elijah Griffins, or just Eli, the 2nd oldest son of James Griffins, the founder of Griffin brewery. One of the most established beer company amongst names like Heineken, Budweiser etc. You get the gist, this kid? Rich beyond imagine, and no pressure to take over the company at all, when his perfect older brother, Thomas is already in the process of it. If he was ever to compete with his brother in any way, his brother would effortlessly win. Not that Eli would ever admit to that. But also it’s not like he is complaining, when he doesn’t need to work for the rest of his life and still have enough money to support at least the next 4 generations to live in luxury. The very definition of winning the lottery in life.

‘WE LIKE TO DRINK WITH ELI CAUSE ELI IS OUR MATE AND WHEN WE DRINK WITH ELI HE FINISHES IN 5!4!3!2!1!’ The crowd of drug addicts surrounding Eli chanted as he gulps down the burning liqueur in the crystal shot glass, before smashing it back on to the table, destroying a few lines of coke in the process.

‘Eli the cokeee’ Some girl who’s breast is half hanging out whined.

‘Don’t worry I will rake them in a bit’ Eli lied, he will only rake lines if he was planning on taking some, not for some whiny prostitute. If there is something he hates more than hangovers, its women who dress basically half naked and when he can smell the desperation of them. Not that he doesn’t take advantage of it, but it doesn’t mean he enjoys it much. Eli, being the narcissistic that he is, often thinks that his god given looks is a curse. How can someone look so perfect? Beautiful brunet hair pushed back effortlessly given by his mother, those mesmerising sparkling green eyes, hinting mischief, and those striking sharp facial features given by his father. And let’s not forget those strong arms and toned abs, given by the family’s personal fitness trainer which they paid a hefty sum of money every month. How can someone not fall in love with this walking god.

‘Mate you should totally come tomorrow, I heard Jacob is bringing some leng ones with him’ A guy who Eli has never bothered to learn his name said, even though he has been clubbing with him for what seems like forever.

‘Nah, bro I am stuck in school for the rest of the week.’ Eli answered honestly. Eli knew if he keeps missing school he will never graduate, having already held back a year due to the lack of attendance, despite passing all the exams the previous year. He really didn’t fancy having to be stuck in a boarding school ever again, not that he knows what he wants to do after, just not school.

‘O yeah, forgot you got held back a year.’ the guy said. ‘sucks man.’

‘I should probably get back to “prison” ’ Eli air quoted, before standing up from the booth. Fishing out £200 cash from his black leather Louis Vutton wallet without hesitation. ‘here. 2g of coke on me. Have a nice night boys.’

He knows that no one here really cares whether he stays or not, just whether he would pay for the drugs. Which he didn’t mind. Company is company. Who cares if they are just using you to buy drugs or not? Especially when you come from money.

‘Sir, your father is not pleased that you skipped the first day of school.’ Eli’s butler, Anders said as he greeted him outside on the filthy streets of London. ‘He is rather disappointed in you.’

‘You sure? Cause last time I checked he still doesn’t give two flying fucks about me Anders.’ Eli said harsher than he intended to the caring old man. Anders had always treated Eli like his own son, taking pity on him from the neglection he witness this child experienced since young.

‘Fine, he did not say that, but it does not mean he agrees with your current standard of time passing.’ Anders admitting defeat. Knowing well that lying to this boy that his father cares makes no use.

‘just drive Anders.’ Eli said as he got into the black Merc.

Anders was a respectable ex General in the British army, having served in both Afghanistan and Iraq. But due to corruption within the army itself that he discovered, he was discharged. And for the past 20 years he has been managing the staff in the Griffin household. A rather shit demotion if you ask me. No more glory battles, medals nor praise from the Queen herself, just the bullshit the Griffin family throws his way. Not that he complains, the Griffins became his family, having none of his own. He lost his only child when his wife divorced him and fled the country before even knowing his child’s gender or name. This is probably the reason why he sees Eli like his own. Feeling guilty for what he has done to his own family.

City skylines slowly are replaced by tall green tress and vast luscious fields as they drove deeper into the country side located in the south of England. Eli has always hated that the drive there, the feeling of abandonment has never failed to look for him as he looked out the car window. Sometimes he wishes he was never born, so he doesn’t have to feel like he doesn’t deserve to be loved or pretend that he doesn’t care that no one ever cared for him.

But little does he knows his special one is not that far out of reach from him any more, just a few more hours, his life would turn upside down. And her name is Sloane Anderson.