Dysfunctional
Family 4 ~
Once at the top, glancing over at his old room before slowly going into
her room and slowly letting his backpack slide from his shoulder onto the bed as
he moves to the large picture window and slowly pulling back the curtains.
His mind again quickly drifting back to all the perfect sun sets shared
with her and tears that he’s emotionally fought to hide for many months begin
to flow. Collapsing on the bed as emotions over power and
after time take his heart, body and soul into a much-needed sleep.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Dru walks out onto the front porch into the beautiful summer morning,
and kisses her husband of many years bye; off to his normal golf game with
retired buddies, but as she walks back towards the front door, a strange car
parked in the driveway next door catches her eye, and she hurries into the
house to retrieve the spare key.
Loudly knocking several times before entering Dru quietly looks around
the first floor, before with caution slowly makes it up the steps.
Once at the top slowly walks into the first bedroom to find it empty
and with a heavy heart slowly walks into the master bedroom, to find her Godson
curled up in a fetal position sleeping in his mother’s bed.
Carefully sitting down she gently places her hand on his shoulder and
watches her dearest best friend that she deeply misses child, her god child
sleep for several moments, before gently nudging him.
“Hi.”
“Morning.” Dru sincerely says; it obvious that
he had been crying.
“How long have you been here? Why did you stay here by yourself?” Dru
asks, trying to hide concern.
“What time is it?”
“After ten . . . come on I’ll fix breakfast.” Dru tries to cheerfully
say, standing so his feet can make it to the floor.
“Fuck!”
“Watch your mouth.” Dru states in a motherly tone, smiling down at him.
“Coffee.”
“After you eat something.” Dru motherly states
leaving the room.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“Sooooo . . . . is
everything okay?” Dru curiously asks, watching him take a coffee cup from the
cabinet, and quickly taking it from him, with a warm smile.
“Yeah.”
“I’m visiting my Favorite Godmother?”
“I’m your only Godmother!” Dru playfully points out tugging on the
front of his t-shirt, then stepping away to search the refrigerator.
“How many eggs?” Dru asks pulling
out bacon and eggs.
“Not hungry.”
Dru ignores and prepares bacon and after several strips are done fries
three eggs, as he finishes his first cup of coffee and starts another with an
intense silence in the room.
Dru silently watching with deep concern over her shoulder at him
staring into the coffee cup, as if there is something important there, praying
eventually getting him to talk, but knowing she can’t push little Carly.
“Eat.” Dru sincerely says with a loving smile, placing a plate in front
of him then grabs her coffee and sits down across from him.
“I just got back from
“I called the house . . . the staff said you were in
“Why were you in
“I went to see Mr. Mathers.”
“I know what I’m doing.”
“Soooo . . .” Dru asks in concern, as he gets
up and grabs another cup of coffee.
“I really don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Sweetheart . . . . your mother loved you very
much . . . all she every wanted was for you to be happy.” Dru tearfully
explains after several moments of watching him eat.
“I know . . .”
“Soooo . . . how was your visit?” Dru
carefully asks after several long intense moments of silence; praying the Dumb
Ass Motherfucker, at least said hello, had time for a lonely child, that’s now
in a man’s body.
“Dysfunctional.”
“So what companies has the Great Montgomery overthrown lately?” Dru
playfully asks, but quickly noticing him tense.
“Death Row, Aftermath . . . Shady.”
“Sweetheart why?” Dru sincerely
pleads, almost in tears.
“Free CD’s.”
“How is every one?”
Dru delightfully explains with lots of pictures her wonderful two week
visit with her thirteen month old grandchild/his god child Kailey Paige.
Swearing with a smile that she did not spoil her while she was there.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Madison roams through the empty home, doing mindlessly chores, going to
the attic checking for leaks and to make sure the insulation is still up to
code for coming cold Minnesota winter’s, water heater, windows, even taking the
protective covering off some of the furniture. Thanking God as the central air begins
to work perfectly as the old home finally becomes comfortable.
With nothing else to check
Emotionally lost in his Mother’s stories of how wonderful the make
believe father Todd Bailey was before his tragic car accident a month before
his birth and the secret man that often visited, is going to walk through the
door and gonna explain the journal and why he wasn’t good enough to be his son.
His heart body and soul so fucking confused lost in his main goal of
destroying the man The Fuckin’ Almighty Eminem and time finally spent with his
father, as he slowly takes the journal and a fifth of Hennessey from his
backpack.
Gently removing the D-12 medallion from the center of the journal and
lets it rest in the center of his trembling palm for several moments before
beginning to read.
After emotionally reading several pages grabs for the Hennessy just as
there as a loud knock at the front door.
Dru walks in with a tray and a large smile that quickly turns to concern
seeing a fifth about to be opened.
“Lunch Time.” Dru cheerfully says, sitting the
tray down on the cocktail table, and removing the t-towel, to reveal ham
sandwiches, chips and Mountain Dew.
“This is better for you.” Dru states in a motherly tone, taking the
fifth and quickly handing over the Mountain Dew.
“Thanks.”
“I’ve gotten to know him . . .”
“Actually been living with him . . . . . . he
hasn’t taken care of his self.”
“Will he be alright?” Dru asks with caution, knowing Dumb Ass, is the
only blood relative
“Dr. Green has high hopes . . . . . . I hired a live in nurse . . . she’s great with him. He gets mad at
her cause she keeps him on a schedule. It’s kinda of
funny to watch them together.”
“I want to make Shady Records great again . . . I might not know how to
rap but I sure as Hell know how to make money . . . what sells . . . sounds
good . . .” Madison tries to confidently state.
“With Shady Records actually Now the fuckin’ umbrella . . .”
“Shady Records now owns Aftermath and has stock in Interscope
. . . .”
“Shady Records was his passion . . . . and as
long as I have control It Won’t Slip Through The Fuckin’ Cracks . . . . . like
so many other’s for fucked up stupid shit they’re calling hip hop.” Madison
emotionally spews grabbing the Hennessy and cracking it open and downing a
large drink, Dru wanting to say so much but stays silent, in fear that he’ll
stop talking.
“In old interviews . . . he said
he wanted Shady Records to be forever. A place were artists . . . he’s belief is
all they needed was one chance one opportunity.”
“Sitting at Shady . . . it’s . . . . kinda of peace . . . . . . . . even
though he has never wanted anything to do with me . Except to pay the fuckin’
bills . . . . . doesn’t mean I can’t get to know him without bothering him.”
“The staff have found pictures . . . him and
mom . . . . her and Hailie . . . them with their
friends.”
“She lived there.” Dru emotionally says now twisting the t towel in her
hand.
“I mean no disrespect I Love My Mother!”
“I made her life a living hell.”
“Sweetheart . . . I can’t sit here . . . wouldn’t even know where to
begin to explain their love. As dysfunctional as you may think it is . . . was
they thought they were doing the right thing. All they ever wanted was to protect
you. Give you a normal life.” Dru emotionally explains.
“There was a time when they seemed to get the big picture . . . . . and
was going to be a family . . . . . for you and . . . Hailie Jade.” Dru
emotionally cries as he hands over a napkin from the tray.
“Curtis . . . was killed . . .”
Dru emotionally cries drifting back to a dark violate time.
“Maybe if
“News clippings kinda of leave it up in the
air what man the bullets were actually meant for.”
“I guess the hit man didn’t know the difference between black and
white.”
“I can say this for the man. He wanted You Safe . . . Alive and hating
him . . . . then dead.” Dru sternly states.
“Enjoy the time you have with him.” Dru motherly says.
“How . . . when he . . . doesn’t . . . didn’t acknowledge
. . . I thought he thought I was just a man that barged into his house and took
over . . . . till this.”
“The only time he’s ever gotten close to admitting he knows me was the
first day . . . . he said he knew I’d come one day.”
“Does it bother him that I moved in and took over? Am I the calls of
the nervous shaking? What’s he gonna do when he finds out I bought Shady?”
“He hasn’t been to Shady Records since . . . . his
return from
“Mrs. Hanes told me . . . she
likes telling me stories of the way things use to be . . . . . Let her tell it
he was God.”
“So what does she think about working for the Son of God.” Dru light
heartedly asks with a warm smile.
“She doesn’t know Nobody Knows!”
“Sweetheart you can’t tell me that people that worked for him and now you
can’t see.” Dru says confused because it’s as if she looking at
“There’s a couple that joke about it . . . . . . . . . Mrs. Hanes once
said that if he knew me he’d adopt me.”
“He didn’t . . . . . I don’t want people to know.”
“But things have changed.” Dru emotionally says.
“It’s still an ugly game.”
“He said that he chose the Rap Game . . . a game he wishes that he
never played but it was too late. That he’ll always love me
and mom . . . . . that he’s sorry that he can’t be the kind of father that a
boy needs.”
“Sooooooo what’s next . . . . . .” Dru tries to delightful ask.
“Grow old and die.”
“Helluva plan for a 28 year
old man.” Dru sarcastically comments.
“With all your education maybe you can come up with another plan.” Dru
quickly truly adds and
“Life is what you make it . . . what about a wife and children.” Dru
motherly suggests.
“Don’t scourge you nose up at me! All the money and power in the world
will not make you happy.” Dru sternly states but desperately wanting to scream
“Don’t Be Like Your Father. It got him fame and
fortune but not true happiness.
“I have two nice homes.”
“When was the last time you were here or
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
With nothing interesting on television, never really was a television
watcher except for cartoons and also with no Internet, because he forgot his
fuckin’ laptop Madison decides to visit his favorite bar and grill, his old
stomping ground. Already drinking and the reality that most likely he’ll drink
more gets a taxi to Charlie’s.
Hannah prepares for another long night shift tying on her apron as Joan
a friend/waitress warns her about booth ten’s attitude.
“Wonderful.” Hannah agitatedly mumbles with a slight growl heading out
onto the floor.
“Look what the cat drug in.” Hannah jokingly comments stopping in front
of booth ten and noticing an old friend that she hasn’t seen in over a year.
“Are you gonna be as fuckin’ slow as the last one.”
“Thought you liked it slow.” Hannah teases
leaning in close snatching the bottle and he slightly growls.
“I’m fuckin’ bored take the night off!”
“Call in sick.”
“Nooo.” Hannah says with
a laugh; trying to hide the wondering of why is he in town that the fuckin’ annoying
Bitch isn’t clinging and the cel phone off.
Hannah keeps a close eye on her dear friend bringing him several more
beers as she tries to ignore sluts grinding up against him on the dance floor
as the night gets into full swing.
With a nice beer buzz going
Nonchalantly following one man into the men’s room and while roughly
bending the man’s wrist back calmly explains that he’ll break it if he doesn’t
keep his hands to his self, the man on probation and not needing any trouble aggress
with what he assumes is one of the new bouncers.
Hannah knowing by his expression that he’s been up to no good threatens
to cut off the beer if he doesn’t eat as she sits a hamburger in front of him.
Jeff the new owner notices the special attention his favorite waitress,
which in time will be his, is giving to the particular arrogant customer and
finds out through her friends/other employee’s that he’s an old high school
friend.
“Sooooo what have you been up too?” Hannah
cheerfully asks; knowing she’s most likely messin’
with fire sitting down at his table with her dinner.
“Sorry don’t want ya to be another Martha
Stewart.” Hannah tries to joke seeing his expression quickly change; recalling
her being in trouble about something stock.
“I don’t like cupcakes.”
They enjoy each others company during her dinner break catching each
other up on the last year,
“Give the lady a break and get me another beer.”
Knowing
On her next trip to his booth she quickly explains that even though
it’s still Charlie’s that Charlie sold the place and retired to
Jason extremely happy to finally hear from his friend tries to explain
that Hailie is on his back to find and have him killed but Madison ignores
explaining what he needs done immediately.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“Why are you still here?” Hannah says in surprise finding him sitting
on the curb; knowing she called him a taxi over an hour ago as the grill was
closing.
“Waiting for you.”
“Trash like this . . .” Jeff arrogantly begins to explain for the
hundredths time why he feels the need to walk her to her car at night as he
pushes
“Motherfucker!”
“
“Jeff I told You! He’s A Friend!” Hannah
agitatedly states now standing between the two men with a hand on each of their
chests.
“So Fuck OFF!”
“Get in the damn car.” Hannah agitatedly demands slightly pushing on
“You staying at the house?” Hannah asks after
starting the car.
“Your . . . place.”
“What would Ms. Collins say . . .” Hannah sarcastically asks, slightly
pushing him back over into the passenger seat.
“For your info she’s not here.” Madison playfully points out sticking
his out tongue; really truly never understanding why she’s so jealous of
Tiesha; when he has in his own mine willingly given her every opportunity for
them to be couple even as far back as high school when she insisted on dating
some real jerks in his opinion.
Once at her apartment they mindlessly flip through television channels
with small talk about current events in their lives.
“Sooooo what hasn’t gone your way?” Hannah
finally asks; and not surprised by the confused expression.
“Everything always goes my way.”
Hannah lets her heart body and soul be taken by strong hands; their hot
sex never a problem, his brick wall the major problem.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“I miss you so much.”
“I just want him to know who I am.”
“Baby Boy he has
always known who you are and has always loved you . . . . just
give him a chance to show you . . . who he is.” Carly softly whispers.
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