Dysfunctional Family 3 ~

Marshall secretly emotionally watches the public school for hours till finally a wave of children hurry from the building.

His heart body and soul quickly spotting his own ten year old among the young hyper mass and is ecstatic that he seems to be happy talking and horsing around with what he assumes are friends.

Watching as his Godmother cheerfully greets him while passing over a duffle bag and then follows him to the back of the school to a soccer practices field; which he also secretly does.

Emotionally fighting the same strong urge he has every time he silent steals time with his son; to claim what is rightfully his, so he can be the father that he so desperately wants to be.

As he watches his precious secret be a normal ten year boy, enthusiastically running full force up and down the field chasing a ball. Reality crashes forward interrupting his stolen time; with the same hard cold fact that his son is a lot better off without him, in his safe secure life far away from the dark ugly Rap Game.

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Madison slowly wakes realizing where he fell asleep and quickly sits straight up, to find his father sitting at the foot of the bed staring.

“Morning.” Marshall nervously says.

“Morning . . . See ya at breakfast.” Madison emotionally rattles rushing from the room.

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After breakfast Madison asks Mrs. Ward’s opinion on taking Mathers’ to the park, and she agrees thinking it would actually be good to get him out of the house.

With four large muscular security guards, sunglasses and baseball caps they go to a park that’s semi close to the house.

Leisurely they stop and watch ducks splash around a small pond in the center of the park for several long moments before moving onto a beautiful water fountain but as he seems to become emotional as they see young children playing on swings and grabs tightly to Madison’s hand they decide it’s time to go.

Returning home Marshall insists on going to his room, mumbling that he’s tired with Mrs. Ward closely following.

Madison bewildered by his actions heads to the home office and throws him self into Montgomery Inc contracts and proposals that should have been dealt with a long time ago, but his thoughts not far from finally spending a Saturday at the park with his father.

Hours drift in familiar comfort of being M. B. Montgomery, several international calls for stock quotes, a call to his close friend, old college roommate, that’s now his personal lawyer Jason Vaught; that goes into the same long winded story of how M Inc. is slipping because of missed deals . . .

“Did ya have a nice time at the park?” Hailie loudly sarcastically interrupts entering the room and he abruptly ends his phone conversation.

“Don’t look so shocked Baby Brother. It’s not very professional.” Hailie sarcastically comments with a slight laugh sitting down in a chair in front of the desk.

“Where’s Dad? Is he in a better mood now?” Hailie sarcastically asks; silently praying that he is because of her choices of the last several months is her last chance of reaching him.

“Did you actually think I would just let anyone move in?” Hailie sarcastically asks after he stands.

“Actually sell Shady Records.” Hailie quickly adds determined not to be intimidated; Madison’s mind emotionally racing with thoughts of how she knows they’re related and the park.

“Bitch! You Don’t Know who you’re fuckin’ with . . .” Madison defensively barks rushing around the desk.

“The Fuckin’ Almighty Madison Bailey Montgomery!” Hailie evilly laughs heading towards the door.

“Wait A Fuckin’ Minute!” Madison roughly barks grabbing her upper arm.

“Let Go Of Me!” Hailie agitatedly demands.

“Do you have any idea what Mr. Mathers health condition is?” Madison angrily demands looking directly into matching blue eyes.

“YES! He has a Fuckin’ Death Wish!” Hailie emotionally screams roughly pushing him away.

“That’s why . . .” Hailie emotionally screams but suddenly stops quickly crossing the room to put some distances between them.

“I can’t . . . stand by any longer and watch him drift away.” Hailie emotionally mumbles.

“You Will Help ME . . .” Hailie emotionally states, fighting back tears.

“He doesn’t know me.” Madison emotionally says shaking his head no.

“Bullshit!” Hailie firmly states rushing from the room; emotionally knowing it’s slowly eating away at their father that he wasn’t a real father to them and praying the presents of the Arrogant Fucker will snap him out of the dark depression he’s been in since the death of his true love.

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Emotionally Madison tries to analyze everything she said, his heart telling him to be grateful for the last months that he got to know the man; but now that She has finally appeared; which his heart knew would eventually happen, that its time to go back to being the secret; the secret that the man has fought so hard to keep.

Time drifts as Madison tries to concentrate on emptying the desk of personal belongs, but suddenly stops when noticing the man slowly entering the room clutching a book to his chest.

“Where’s Miss. Mathers’?” Madison emotionally asks after he stops in front of the desk.

“Gone . . . you . . . . read.” Marshall struggles to say trying to hide the nervous trembling as he holds out a book.

“Where’s Mrs. Ward?” Madison agitatedly barks quickly standing; enraged that she didn’t stick around.

“S . . . sor . . .r . . y. . . ” Marshall emotionally mumbles nervously pulling the book tightly back to his chest as he turns and then slowly leaves.

“FUCK!” Madison angrily barks blindly tossing the papers in his hand.

Madison blindly storms around the room taking several shots of Hennessy to calm down before going to apologizing for his outburst; but pulled from his thoughts hearing one of the maids frantically screaming his name.

“Mr. Montgomery! Mrs. Ward needs you right away!” The Maid urgently states, sending a cold sick feeling to the pit of his stomach as he frantically rushes from the room.

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“He’s locked himself in! He won’t open the door!” Mrs. Ward states in a panic, as he quickly crosses the large exquisite bedroom and tries to open the bathroom door, and then violently shakes it.

“Where’s the key?” Madison urgently demands, glancing over at her and then at the staff that have gathered and them all shrugging they don’t know.

“I need . . . a crowbar.” Madison demands and one of the maids rushes from the room, as he leans against the door and can faintly hear his father crying/mumbling.

“I’m sorry I yelled. Please open the door.” Madison sincerely pleads to the door, after a few seconds.

“You’re making Mrs. Ward very nervous.” Madison says after a few more minutes, and then frantically shakes the door again.

“Please Please I’m Sorry.” Madison sincerely pleads after a few more minutes leaning against the door, as the maid returns with a crowbar and George the head of security; x CIA ,six six, four hundred pounds of pure firm muscles.

“Alright! I have a crowbar . . . If you don’t come out . . . I’m gonna break down the door!” Madison firmly threatens.

“Remember the other night when you told me that talking about it helps . . . . Well we can’t talk with a locked door between us.” Madison sincerely says, and then violently shakes the door, feeling he’s running out of options.

“How can I read your book if you’re locked in a bathroom?” Madison almost jokily pleads.

Madison takes the crowbar and wedges it between the door and door jam.

“If I have to break down this door I’m gonna make sure you personally pay to have it fixed!” Madison sarcastically states and then quietly waits for a reply but panics when he can’t hear anything and emotionally frantically tries to force open the door.

George quickly steps up slightly pushing him aside as he takes the crowbar and then effortlessly forces the door open and Madison rushes in to find the older man calmly sitting on the step of the garden tub still clutching to the book.

“Are you alright?” Madison urgently asks knelling down in front of him; Marshall slowly stands and quietly walks out of the room.

Madison silently following back into the bedroom, and motions for everyone to leave as he emotionally watches him, slowly get down on his knees and pull a plastic shoe box out from under the bed, and then dump it’s content out onto it, while still holding tightly to the book.

“What The Hell?” Madison states in totally shock, looking at the large wads of cash now on the bed.

“Fix your door!” Marshall clearly states, slowly walking over to his son that stands frozen in the middle of the room and shoves the book at him.

“Where ya goin’?” Madison mumbles, realizing he’s leaving the room.

“Drink.” Marshall simply comments leaving the room.

Madison quickly flips through the book wondering what could be so damn important that it would upset him so much but realizes it’s a journal To Him from His Father and frantically tosses it to the bed as if it suddenly becomes hot.

Madison takes a shaky deep breath and slowly walks over to the bed, and looks down at the black genuine leather covered book, and slowly runs his trembling fingers over the centered gold monogram lettering that spell out Madison Bailey Montgomery.

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Marshall emotionally makes his way out of the room and towards the stairs but is quickly met by the Warden; silently thinking he really could kick his son’s ass for hiring Bigfoot.

“Can I get you anything?” Mrs. Ward softly asks in concern, closely following.

“NO!” Marshall firmly states, slowly making his way down the hallway.

“Why don’t we take the elevator?” Mrs. Ward softly suggests; knowing the large staircase always tires him out.

Marshall ignores her nagging slowly making his way down the steps holding onto the railing, stopping half way and taking a short break before continuing to the bottom and taking another short break before heading to the home office, His Beautiful Carly.

“I . . . told him . . . he’s gonna leave . . . . . . . me.” Marshall emotionally explains to his Love.

Mrs. Ward grabs the throw blanket and prepares for him to sit in his favorite chair and look up at the portrait “His Carly” like he does for hours each day but instead he heads towards the bar.

“Mathers you can’t have that.” Mrs. Ward firmly states rushing over and tries to nicely take the crystal decanter of brown liquor.

“Noooo!” Marshall angrily whines, childishly smacking her hand away.

“You’ve had a long day. Why don’t I read your book to you?” Mrs. Ward sincerely suggests; thinking back to his outburst started when Mr. Montgomery wouldn’t read to him.

“Fuck You!” Marshall plainly states.

“Mathers’!” Mrs. Ward firmly threatens but seeing in lonely blue eyes that only one person can comfort.

“I’m going to go get Mr. Montgomery.” Mrs. Ward softly says, and then waits a few moments for him to respond then rushes from the room.

Marshall pours a whisky glass full, just making a little mess, and then slowly makes his way over to the desk. Hoping to find more Montgomery Incorporated papers/contracts that have been left out in the open that he can read over as he has done several times, not really quite sure what half of it means, but finding comfort in getting to know his son the stock market wiz without bothering him.

Scanning over a legal document Marshall realizes that Aftermath was bought and a nauseas feeling settles in the pit of his stomach as the final page is signed by the purchaser M. B. Montgomery, Shady Records President.

The realization that his son is following in his footsteps taking steps into what he promised his Carly he would protect their precious gift from.

Marshall in a total disconsolate state decides it best to disappear praying it will make his son give up any ideas of following.

Mrs. Ward totally baffled by Mr. Montgomery leaving without a word to her, returns to the home office to find Mathers not where she left him and the horror of the terrace doors open.

Urgently she notifies the staff that frantically begin searching the large home and then security that click on the ground lights that light up the large estate as if daylight, which startles Marshall.

“Mr. Mathers you shouldn’t be out here alone.” A large muscular security guard named David says walking up to him in the courtyard.

“Me leave.” Marshall firmly states, as Chuck a second large muscular security guard pulls out his walkie-talkie, taking a few steps away from them.

“Does Mr. Montgomery know you’re leaving?” David asks in concern; both men well informed of Mr. Mathers’ mental condition.

“Yes.” Marshall agitatedly mumbles taking a step and David gently takes his upper arm as Chuck continues to talk on the walkie-talkie with one of the maids that’s explaining that Mrs. Ward is on her way out not to let him out of their sight.

“Mr. Mathers lets go back in the house till Mr. Montgomery returns. I’m sure he won’t be gone long.” Chuck slowly explains.

“NOOO!” Marshall emotionally states knowing the best thing for both his children is for him to walk off the face of the earth.

“Hold Up! Where do you wanna go? We’ll take you.” David says, tightening his hold on his upper arm, not really knowing how to handle the situation just stalling till Mrs. Ward gets there.

“Get Off Me!” Marshall angrily demands, trying to break away.

“Mr. Mathers calm down, see Mrs. Ward is coming.” Chuck sincerely pleads, pointing out her coming towards them.

“Where do you think you’re going without me?” Mrs. Ward tries to light heartedly ask.

“Me go.” Marshall struggles to say, as she gently takes his hand with David slightly releasing his hold.

“It’s late we’ll go tomorrow.” Mrs. Ward softly suggests gently draping her arm loving around him and lightly squeezing with a warm friendly smile.

“My Son Hates Me!” Marshall emotionally cries out.

“No he doesn’t.” Ms. Ward softly reassures; very proud that he has finally spoke it out loud, now the real job begins of getting him to do it in front of Mr. Montgomery; but quickly concerned that maybe he already has that’s why he ran off without telling anyone.

“Let’s go back in the house.” Ms. Ward softly suggests noticing the nervous shaking is becoming worse, hating what she is about to do.

“Mathers either you come back in the house with me or I’ll have one of these nice gentlemen carry you . . . . It’s up to you!” Mrs. Ward sternly states; truly only knowing him for several weeks and seeing the suborn streak way to often but Mr. Montgomery His Son has left, so not there to baby him; her own suborn streak not willing to take eight steps back after taking such large step forward.

“NO!” Marshall angrily yells, as Chuck grabs his upper arms from behind, and she swiftly steps up to him with a needle and quickly pushes up the sleeve of his t-shirt, and gently inserts into his flesh.

“Relax.” Mrs. Ward lovingly whispers after a few seconds, watching confused blue eyes go slowly closed with Chuck gently holding from behind.

Chuck carries Marshall’s limp body back to his room, as Mrs. Ward worries about what excitedly happened in the bedroom because Mr. Montgomery left without saying anything to her, usually informing her of his every move in case Mr. Mathers would need anything.

After making sure Mathers is comfortably asleep, Mrs. Ward calls Mr. Montgomery’s emergency contact Ms. Collins and she quickly informs that she is on her way.

Once Tiesha arrives Mrs. Ward explains a short version of events, and she quickly instructs no more medication that she’ll talk to Mr. Mathers when he wakes, to find out where Mr. Montgomery went.

Totally lost of why Madison would just disappear Tiesha frantically calls all his/their friends and associates and they all saying the same thing that they haven’t seen or heard from him.

When Mr. Mathers’ wakes several hours later and refuses to answer any of her questions about what was in the book or the connection between the two of them, she totally agitated with the old man, instructs Mrs. Ward to keep him in his room and if he tries to leave again/the bedroom heavily sedate him.

Without a word from Mr. Montgomery and very worried about Mathers mental state with the Bitch hovering over him demanding answers, Mrs. Ward calls Miss. Mathers.

Hailie arrives several hours later, cussing her bother for getting their fathers hopes up, and getting totally agitated with her father that doesn’t even acknowledge the fact of her presents.

Realizing her dysfunctional family plan didn’t work Hailie painfully resorts to the medical advice of her father’s long time physician and arrangements that she never ever wanted to make alone are made to move him to West Brook an upscale private hospital, that can attend to his every medical need.

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The following day totally agitated with their father for refusing to speak or eat Hailie heads to the home office for a strong stiff drink.

Suddenly stopping in the doorway noticing what her private investigators explained as Mr. Montgomery’s private assistant, secret sleeping partner Tiesha Collins, that is always at his side or lurking close.

“Excuse Me?” Hailie agitatedly barks.

“Tiesha Collins . . . Mr. Montgomery’s private executive assistant.” Tiesha arrogantly states continuing to go through files; as Hailie holds in laughing, hoping she don’t think the damn title is suppose to scare/impress.

“We’ve met . . .” Tiesha begins to remind of the day that they met at the final signing for Shady Records.

“What are you doing?” Hailie quickly interrupts definitely not wanting to recall the day her brother was very pale, withdrawn, had his team of fancy over paid lawyers do most of the talking and it took him over twenty minutes to sign his own damn name on the dotted line; and that was after the fuckin’ bitch standing before her hurried him.

“Here are complete lists of household staff, schedules and information you are going to need.” Tiesha professionally informs holding out a folder and Hailie takes it and gives it a nonchalant toss back to the desk.

“Mr. Bowman Mr. Montgomery’s accountant handles all household accounts and will be in touch.” Tiesha informs closing up a briefcase.

“Can’t wait.” Hailie sarcastically says with a laugh.

“You’re not leaving with this.” Hailie angrily spews grabbing the briefcase out of the bitch’s hand as she tries to walk past.

“Mr. Montgomery will not stand for this.” Tiesha threatens tugging to get the briefcase back.

“At this point I really don’t give a fuck what Maddie Thinks. If he wants his damn papers tell him to come get them” Hailie angrily growls.

“That Is private property of Montgomery Incorporated!” Tiesha firmly states.

“Honey . . . possession in nine tenths of the law.” Hailie sarcastically says tossing the briefcase to the sofa.

“Bitch you fuckin’ lost . . . you and your sick little daddy are going to have to find another bank account to cling too.” Tiesha evilly states and Hailie busts out laughing, it obvious that little brother hasn’t told his slut who he really is.

“Get The Fuck Out!” Hailie angrily spews, frantically restraining her self; letting the Bitch think what the fuck ever, because her number one priority is to get her family on the same page.

“Our Attorney will be in touch.” Tiesha firmly states quickly turning to leave.

“Don’t you mean Maddie’s attorney?” Hailie wickedly laughs following her to the foyer.

“Some friendly advice before you go . . .” Hailie sincerely says grabbing her arm at the door.

“No! Here’s some for you. He’s Mine! So if you know what’s best for your health Back Off!” Tiesha evilly interrupts.

Hailie emotionally wanting to say so much but in fear of saying to much reaches deep down in her soul and lets the comment ride for just the moment . . .

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