Kaster

I never let a girl stay at my place for more than 2 hours. And the time in between is the one where I have my fun. But after that I don’t care how drunk the girl is or how much she wanna stay at my place, I just call Jim from the parking and ask him to drop the girl at her place. Jim is a nice guy. He always parks my Chevy whenever I come home from work and makes sure no one lays a hand on my baby. I never had to worry about the maintenance of my car because, for the god damn reason that I have my own automobile company, she is always in A-1 condition.

I took this girl from ‘SHADOW’ to my penthouse and showed her a really good time for the last 2 hours but now I have had enough for today. Jim is on his way to drop her home safely. And here I am again, alone. Well not alone, Robert is still here. I think he went to pick my suit from the dry cleaners. Ahh… I love suits. Not only they are classic but also give you a look of a gentleman. Well at least, that’s what people think.

Doorbell Rings

“Come in, Robert!” I knew it was him like no one other than him is allowed in here. The security at the gate of the building makes sure no one comes to my place and even if it is urgent for someone (Like Amelia), it's Robert who greets them on the phone. So, no other than him can come up here.

“Sir, your suits are here. I even picked up some good ones for you on my way” His small gestures make him the best butler.

“Here you go, Thanks” I gave him 1000$ as a reward. I guess this is the sole reason for his gestures.

“My pleasure sir”

“The dinner is ready; I’ve made your fish today. Is there anything else or I should head home?” It’s been midnight and it’s the time when he leaves. So as always, a gave him a hand wave to go.

“Goodnight sir, See you tomorrow”

Well, I guess it’s time to break the glass. Well, it’s been kind of a habit of mine now. Every day I break the glass out of rage just by thinking of myself. And its no doubt I’m gonna do the same tonight. But there is something which hits my mind sometimes. I was adopted by the caeiser’s and Amelia was born when I was 10 years old. Is it possible she might have the same powers as me? I mean, I guess no but still, it’s a matter of fact. Did my parents know about me being a werewolf? Ahhh… it's starting again. Cool cool Caeiser cool…

Maybe I need some sleep. Yeah, that can be a reason, I’ve heard that an average human needs a sleep of 6-8 hours every day. But what about an average werewolf? I guess it’s the same. But my sleep is not that close to 6-8 hours. I mean Robert leaves at midnight, that I start questioning my life which takes around 2-3 hours and I constantly drink at this time. And after drinking so much and cursing my life, I start making a mess of my living room by breaking things and then calming down. That takes another 1 hour. So, it makes a total of 3-4 hours. Hmm... no doubt the sky is dark out there, the time I go to bed. I should sleep early today. Okay, off to bed we go.

(After 22 mins and 36 seconds)

Okay, here’s an observation. It's harder than it looks.

You cannot sleep anytime you want. I have made sleeping late my routine now. Hmm... So, if that’s not working maybe I should just wake up. And here we go again, following our same routine again. It’s okay, I just have to focus on not breaking things. C’mon Kaisy, you can do it. Just don’t think about life. Think about other things, like……… umm like……. Oh, c’mon there must be something which I could think off. Huh... that’s why I hate the nights. Maybe some liquor would solve it. I thought I have some beer in my fridge but guess what? It's not. Ohh… These little things add up to make a huge difference. I mean who would get mad at getting out of beer?

Life, in a nutshell, has no meaning for me. I mean I look at it this way. There’s a boy who has a disease, he has no family, no friends, no companion, nothing. He is just a person who is toxic to everyone and has no purpose in life.

The worst thing I’m afraid of is getting uncontrolled by the power again and again. I mean the last time I lost my control on changing into my werewolf form was when I got bullied on the train. I was so not prepared for that. Since then, I have maintained my distance from everyone and tried to control my temper to the extent that I myself have lost myself. It’s easier for people to say that he is rude, and he has no family. Ask the man for a second, you’ll get to know what he has gone through. I am afraid that if I ever get close to anyone, that person will be the first one to get killed by me when I get uncontrolled, and the sad part is I cannot even tell them to beware of me. Because first of all, no one will believe me and even if they do, they themselves will leave me. I mean who wants to be friends with a killer? Maybe I am good this way. At least everyone is safe out there. Yes, it’s for the best. No one has to know.

Wow, so much of thinking just because we’re out of beer….