Dysfunctional Family
~ Prologue ~
On a cold winter
night in
Madison Bailey
Montgomery decides it’s time to make his grand appearance at a healthy nine
pounds two ounces.
Colorful demands for
drugs and the strong urge to cut her soul mates dick off, quickly forgotten as
the very loud precious gift from God is gently laid upon her chest.
Carly’s heart body
and soul emotionally swept away by crystal blue eyes as she gently soothes her
new born son with a soft hello and her undying love.
Months pass with
Pleading Dru finally
gets Carly to join her Mommy’s Tuesday Night Out. Not a fancy affair just a
bunch of ladies getting together at a different local restaurant once a week,
leaving children and in some cases husband’s home, to enjoy a night of someone
waiting on them for a change.
During one of
Mommy’s Night out Carly’s deepest darkest fear comes true as she comes face to
face with her past.
Emotionally after
time fears are laid to rest with their undying love for one another, but with
the true reality that their son deserves a happy loving secure life far away
from the total chaos of being his father’s son.
Extreme emotional
decisions are made for their son’s protection . . . . . .
~*~ Dysfunctional
Family ~*~
The young man
nervously enters the large mansion; surprised that he hasn’t been stopped by any
security. After searching most of the first floor and finding just a empty house. He slowly makes it up the main grand staircase
to the second floor to find the same.
His brain screaming
to give up his emotional search as he opens a set of double oak doors at the
end of the main hallway.
With the help of
daylight shining through the open door the young man moves around what seems to
be trash to search for a light but suddenly stops in his tracks after hearing
pitiful moaning coming from the direction of the large bed.
“Mr. Mathers?” The
young man nervously asks, as a body on the bed continues to moan, as if in
pain.
“Carly?”
“Nooo
. . . sir . . .” The young man struggles to say over a large lump now in his
throat.
“Are you okay?” The
young man nervously asks in concern slowly moving closer to the bed, clicking
on a lamp and then with caution sitting down beside the man balled up in a
fetal position.
After several long moments
of silently watching; emotionally trying to clearly think of the best way to
handle the situation the young man gently places his trembling hand on the
body.
“Mr. Mathers?” The
young man compassionately asks and after no response gets up and pulls open the
heavy drapes; bringing bright sunlight into a totally trashed room.
“You’re gonna get up!
Take a
“Carly.”
“No . . . Madison.”
“Where
. . . . . . . Hailie?”
“When was the last
time you ate?”
“You’re gonna eat
something so what would you like?”
“I’m not really from
around here Sooooo I guess our best bet is a phone
book.”
Flipping through
yellow pages Madison finds a restaurant that delivers home cooking and picks up
the phone and places an order and then finds a near by grocery store and orders
several things to be delivered.
“Food is coming. I’m
sure you’ll feel better after you eat.”
While waiting
Madison’s nervous energy straightens the large once elaborate room, by cleaning
off the large wooden desk top that’s in the far right corner by stacking all
its clutter on the floor so they’ll have a place to eat, opening the beautiful
large windows and French doors to let fresh air and sunlight into the very
stuffy room, piling all the empty Hennessy bottles and food containers in a
corner till he can find something to use for a trash bag; softly explaining
each of his moves to the older man that sits in the middle of the large bed
leaning against the headboard staring out into space.
After semi making a
path Madison slowly sits in a chair across from the bed and quietly watches the
older man, emotionally wondering if he’s even aware that someone else is in the
room, when was the last time he ate, why isn’t there a staff, where’s Miss.
Mathers’ and why isn’t she taking better care of him; again thinking maybe it
would be best to take him to a hospital.
Pulled from his
thoughts by hearing a car pull up
“I’ll be right down!
The door is unlocked.”
“I’ll be right back.
I have to go down and get lunch.”
Returning Madison
sets the food out on the desk and helps the older man over to it, firmly
instructing practically threatening that if he doesn’t eat everything that he’s
going to call nine one one, but quickly softens his
tone when it seems to upset him.
After eating
“Hold up where ya goin’?”
“Go see Carly.”
“Nooooo.”
“Go see Carly.”
“I wish we could.”
“I’m truly sorry.”
Pushing all emotions
aside
Slowly
stepping away when they arrive and urgently start hooking him to a heart
monitor.
“You’re fuckin
making him worse!”
“It’s going to be
okay you need to calm down.”
“Okay okay we’ll go see Carly but you have to calm down first.”
The paramedics
noting how calm the older man becomes with the younger man holding onto him reports
back their findings to the hospital emergency doctor.
“I’ll give him five
thousand dollars cash if he comes right now.”
“I need a fuckin’
real doctor here Now!”
Two of Detroit’s finest
that he really didn’t realize had joined them firmly stats for him to sit and
he quickly does, and then he calmly asks to speak with the doctor; actually
wishing for the first time that he was wearing one of his Armani suits instead
of baggie jeans and t-shirt, so they’d take him serious.
Slowly with one hand
Madison pulls out his wallet to show his id and then throws out credit cards
and cash to prove that he really can pay anything if they get Mr. Mathers’ a
real doctor right away and that privacy is extremely important and they finally
let him talk with the doctor.
“A doctor is coming
. . . he’s going to check you over if that’s okay?”
“I’m not leaving.”
With Madison’s
softly coaching that it’s okay and even trying his self to take the older man’s
temperature with just a simple ear themontior they
give up in fear that his struggling to get up and emotional pleads for Carly,
that the heart monitor wires that they finally have fully attached may become
disconnected they silently wait for the doctor.
“Madison Montgomery.
Thank You for coming. This is Marshall Mathers.”
“Dr. Green.” Dr.
Green says sitting a doctors bag down on the patio table.
“I don’t know much.
He’s sixty, born
“Yes I would like to
see the medical records.” Dr. Green states impressed with the young man’s knowledge,
as he begins to take things out of his bag.
After trying to
leave to get the medical records out of his backpack in the hummer
“I’ve noticed he
keeps repeating a name that I personally know he hasn’t . . . had any contact
with . . . for over . . . . . . some time.”
“It’s okay. I’m
right here. This is Dr. Green he’s not going to hurt you. He’s going to make
you feel better.”
“I knew . . . you’d
. . . come.”
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