Two Possible Paths

Five

Five

Rowan's POV

So- uh, about the overtaking mayor thing. I barely could step inside his house gates without somebody shoving me away. They asked me what I wanted, and I said to overtake the mayor. They kicked me out, and now I'm back on my bed, planning a plan.

I stared at the creaking wooden planks, then up at my crusty roof. The popcorn walls gleamed at me, the little bumps giving me trypophobia. A newspaper laid flat open near my pillow, crumpled and slightly wet by my tears. Good punching bag. I thought as I glanced at it, suddenly making out the words 'mayor' and 'open house'.

I'm getting the best idea ever. Like- the best. At the mayor's ( Steeve's ) open house, which is on the 29th of march, (4 days away) I can sneak in and ask the mayor about it. His time is ending soon enough anyways. Isn't he like 70?

"Firstly, though- I need some followers." I smiled to myself, the thought of Scorpio maybe surviving gave me a rush of energy.

I used some time making posters, then photocopying them during work. One was bright yellow with some sunflowers, talking about how Mayor needs somebody that can make the economy better, along with more LGBTQ support. At the bottom, there is my face. The second poster I made is baby blue backdrop with my name, what I can achieve and the benefits of conquering the mayor. (teehee, conquering.)

Four days later, open house day. The mayor flexes his house every other year, showing his superior role. So the day came, and I stomped into his house, looking for the mayor. Okay, if he did want to flex his house, he won. One room of his is my flinging whole house! I stopped stomping as glances made their way to me, and security told me to stop since I might damage the marble floor.

I opened each door, before closing it silently when nobody was in there. One door was wooden, another one beige, another one plain white. Finally, I came across one that was gold coloured and said 'MAYOR' on it.

I took a deep breath, and knoc543ked the door. Small sweat glands started to drip from my forehead as the door opened.

"Peasant? What are you doing?" His deep voice echoed through the almost empty room with just a white bed on it.

"Mayor, since you're going to be replaced soon, why not end it earlier and let me become the new mayor?" I spoke loudly, each word being forced upon my mouth as gasps and narrowed eyes turned to look at me.

"What?"

"No offence, mayor. You're getting old." I grinned at his shocked expression.

Getting himself back together, he smiled at me. "Young one," he placed a rusty hand on my shoulder, "I know you are thirsty for power. All of them are." He led me deeper into his room. "We can do a slight competition, me and you. A voting, perhaps"

A second later, he yelled loudly. "Get this filth out of my room!"

Some people wearing black tugged on my arms as the pushed me closer to the door.

"Oh well, at least I can overtake him now," I mumbled to myself, kicking the perfectly oval pebbles away. The day was ending, and I didn't know if Rowan was still at the hospital, or kicked out.

At home, I yanked open the wooden door and flopped on my bed. My eyes closed slowly, tiredness drowning me. My sleep was never going to come, thoughts of Scorpio flashed through my mind and the mayor's evil laugh. I couldn't stand this anymore as my eyes opened wide and I shot up from the bed. A small ring was echoing quietly next to me, on my nightstand. I pulled out the wired telephone nervously.

There were a few moments of static before a still voice greeted me, "sir, you are being fired from your current job."

Silence.

I could hear the hospital buzzes and yells, still lively at midnight through the phone call. They were calling right in the halls, where everyone could know someone was getting fired?

"Why?" I croaked out, tears of worry slowly dripping down onto my shirt.

"Well, for starters... it's been the second day you haven't shown up." The voice answerd back at me, colder than ice.

"Well, my boyfriend is at the hospital." I tried to convince the caller, my eyes open wide, not daring to blink.

"Sir. You are fired. Gooday." And the buzzing ended. The room was silent once again. Darkness.

I can't tell you how hard I cried that night. I cried myself to sleep, waking up with a pool of tears along with a numb face. I'm worried not for me, but for Scorpio. My beloved. I looked straight forward, my eyes staring at the bed planted next to the wall. His bed. The bed I would throw pillows to every morning to wake up a certain someone.

I wore my shoes, then ran to the hospital. I needed to see him.

As usual, I held my keycard to the large, heavy glass door. A buzz. Nothing. That's when I remembered I got fired and was now a fellow human coming in for help. Ugh.