Dysfunctional
Family 5 ~
“Mr. Montgomery I’m so happy you’re back!” Joan happily greets at the
front door; after security informed that he’d come through the main gate.
“Where’s Mr. Mathers?” Madison politely asks as she’s taking his
backpack.
“In his room . . . . . Miss. Mathers is in the library . . . with a new
doctor.” Joan nervously explains, as he heads up the large staircase.
“What new doctor?” Madison quickly asks coming back down a few steps.
“His Real Doctor! I thought you
skipped town!” Hailie agitatedly states walking into the foyer and he
agitatedly ignores rushing up the stairs.
Madison slowly walks into the room and Mrs. Ward jumps to her feet, and
rushes over and tightly hugs him.
“They’re planning on moving him.” Mrs. Ward whispers in a panic, as he
struggles to gently move her away.
“I Need To Speak With You!” Hailie firmly states rushing into the room
as Madison stares over at their father sleeping in a fetal position.
“How is he?”
“I’m sure everything will be better when he knows you’re back.” Mrs. Wards
tries to say reassuringly as she silently thanks God for granting Mathers’
wish.
“Madison Now!” Hailie angrily demands with her hands on her hips.
“After You.” Madison states waving his hand for
her to step back into the hallway.
“Did ya have a nice Vacation?” Hailie angrily
yells, jumping up in his face.
“Do you even have a fuckin’ clue . . . . why he’s like . . . This. No you wouldn’t because you were
to fuckin’ busy trying to take every motherfuckin’ thing
he owns.” Hailie angrily blindly spews.
“Fuck You Bitch!” Madison angrily yells taking a step back before he
forgets that she’s a woman . . .
“WELL Asshole Let Me Tell You! . . . after . . . after . . . I actually
thought you’d have a fuckin’ heart.” Hailie emotionally spews.
“Pardon Me but the yelling is going to upset Mr. Mathers.” Mrs. Ward
firmly states slowly looking directly at each of the children and then quickly
returning to the bedroom, before either one of them can respond.
“Dr. Thompson is in the library. I would like for you to meet him.”
Hailie quietly says, after taking several deep breathes.
“Where’s Dr. Green?” Madison curiously asks while pacing up and down
the hall.
“Dr. Thompson is Dad’s doctor . . . .
I’m having him moved to . . . West Brook.” Hailie emotionally struggles
to say, and he quickly stops pacing directly in front of her.
“West Brook Better Be a Fuckin’ Vacation Spot in
the motherfuckin’
“Back Off Motherfucker! Before your ass
goes over this fuckin’ banister!” Hailie angrily threatens, holding tightly to
the banister, subconsciously thinking it’s his neck.
“Keep your voice down.” Madison calmly states, and she angrily throws
up her hands; emotionally feeling as if she is sixteen again fighting with her
father emotionally rushes down the steps.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“I assume you’re Dr. Thompson?” Madison coldly announces walking into
the office after sometime of emotionally collecting his self; interrupting
their little huddle.
“Mr. Montgomery.” Dr. Thompson politely says holding out his hand for
Madison to shake but he arrogantly makes no attempt to do so as he’s sitting
down at the desk.
“Dr. Thompson will you please explain in small words that little
brother . . .” Hailie sarcastically begins.
“Miss Mathers!” Madison firmly interrupts, coldly glaring over at her;
never wanting anyone to know they’re related, their father never did.
“That my brother can understand, why our fa .
. . .” Hailie states coldly glaring back.
“Miss Mathers!” Madison agitatedly warns and she quickly storms over
and punches him in the upper arm.
“Bitch!” Madison angrily states, grabbing
his upper arm; her damn rings hurting.
“If you call me Miss. Mathers one more fuckin time I swear to God I
will lay your skinny ass out!” Hailie angrily spews leaning in close looking
directly into matching blue eyes.
“Dr. Thompson I apologize for Our out burst.
Please explain to Prick! The benefits of West Brook.”
Hailie firmly states and then quickly moves away trying desperately to keep the
little bit of self-control she has left; but if he calls her Miss. Mathers’ one
more time she Will lay him out as she has so desperately wanted to do in the
last several months.
“Dr. Thompson I assume you’re a very busy man. I apologize for Miss.
Mathers wasting your time.” Madison tries to professionally say but quickly
rolls back in the desk chair to avoid another punch in the arm.
“SIT! Before your ass is the one in Fuckin’ West Brook!” Madison coldly
states quickly standing and matching her cold glare.
“How much for your trouble?”
“Madison Bailey Montgomery!” Hailie states in disbelief as Madison
ignores pulling out a check book and begins to write.
“Mr. Montgomery I’ve been Mr. Mathers’ physician for many years and the
condition you see him in . . .” Dr. Thompson tries to professionally explain.
“Fuck YOU!”
“You can’t give Dad the special attention he needs! He needs special
care twenty four seven . . . .” Hailie emotionally sincerely tries to explain; Madison
having enough quickly pulls several documents from his backpack.
“Mr. Mathers is not leaving His Home!” Madison coldly states shoving documents
at Hailie.
“Your services are No Longer Needed.” Madison
firmly states holding out a check to the doctor as Hailie reads over what seems
to be a very legal document giving M. B. Montgomery complete custody over
Marshall B Mathers because of his mental state.
“Mr. Montgomery . . .” Dr. Thompson begins to explain that it’s not his
sole choice on Mr. Mathers’ medical care.
“Take It!” Madison angrily interrupts holding out a check.
“Dr. Thompson you’re trespassing.” Madison evilly states as the doctor
stands shocked at the check amount.
“
“And if you want to get technical so are You
so don’t push Me.” Madison firmly threatens looking into matching blue eyes; the
staff finding documents that his father never took his mother’s name off the
deed of the home; so by law he is now the owner.
“Do you need reminding of the very strict laws pertaining to patient
privacy?” Madison coldly asks; Hailie totally lost in what to say or do with
her brother that’s standing with such anger.
“Sir.” Dr. Thompson nervously begins, attempting to
reason with the angry young man.
“Dr. Thompson we’ll be in touch.” Hailie emotionally says motioning
towards the door.
“No We Won’t.” Madison sarcastically growls.
“Shut Up!” Hailie agitatedly barks as they’re leaving.
Hailie walks Mr. Thompson to the door, and he professionally explains
that if her brother doesn’t get his anger in check that most likely he’d be the
one at West Brook and she actually laughs assuring him that her brother and
father will be fine that she’d be the one needing a nice quite room.
Returning to the home office she finds him sitting at the desk, his
elbows resting on the arms of the chair, his face buried in his hands.
“Soooo what’s the fuckin’ plan?” Hailie
agitatedly asks.
“Mr. Mathers’ . . .”
“Your Father!” Hailie emotionally quickly corrects.
“Is Not Going to some weird old folk’s home!”
Madison emotionally states.
“This is His Home . . .”
“Listen to me . . . You can’t leave Him alone for Two Minutes!” Hailie
emotionally explains leaning on the desk; matching his stare down.
“I’ve hired staff after staff and they get tired of his bullshit and
quit or he fires them.” Hailie tries to calmly explain the last year and half of
dealing with their father’s emotional up and downs as she begins to pace around
the room.
“He can’t fire someone that doesn’t work for him.” Madison points out.
“Watch him Mr. Smart Ass.” Hailie agitatedly states; recalling all the
staff they’ve gone through.
“We have to be realistic . . . . the way you
found him . . . is the state he has been in . . . . since
his return from
“He needs full medical attention twenty four seven.” Hailie emotionally
says.
“He has Mrs. Ward.” Madison tries to reassure.
“You were only gone a couple of days . . . . and
he slipped right back into . . .” Hailie agitatedly states getting up and
walking over to the fireplace.
“He misses her so much . . .” Hailie emotionally says glancing up at
Carly’s portrait.
“I really think when he . . . . . . . . . that
he’s with her.” Hailie emotionally begins to cry and Madison emotionally pulls
her into his arms.
“One day . . . he’s . . . not . . . coming back.” Hailie emotionally
cries into his chest.
After several intense moments Madison slowly gets her to move over to
the sofa holding tightly to her trembling hands.
“I came to visit . . . he was wasted . . . as usual . . . . . . . . he started rambling about Carly . . . he this and he that .
. . . . . it was hard to understand all the rambling .
. . he needed someone that day . . . . and it wasn’t
me . . .” Hailie emotionally cries.
“I finally understood enough . . . Carly . . . . that
Carly . . . . I’m sooooo sorry.” Hailie emotionally
tries to explain the dark day she found out Carly had passed away.
Madison moves over to the bar and pours a large shot of Hennessy and
quickly downs it.
“Straight please.” Hailie says after slowly getting up and joining him,
and he hands her a whiskey glass and they down large
shots of Hennessy.
“Sooo what’s your plan?” Hailie softly asks;
wanting needing to know but don’t know if she’s emotionally able to handle his
answer.
“I really want Shady to work . . . but I also have other commitments
that I’ve got to take care of.” Madison says thinking about M Inc. that he
really hasn’t paid much attention to in the last year.
“He really needs you.” Hailie emotionally says as
“Excuse Me . . . Mr. Mathers is awake.” The maid softly announces;
interrupting their silent emotional thoughts.
“Thank You.” Madison says quickly glancing over at Hailie.
“You’re the one he’s been waiting for.” Hailie says with a warm smile,
praying all her father’s prayers will be answered; he’ll finally have his
family.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Madison nervously walks into the bedroom and surprised to find him
still lying in bed; shrugging his shoulders in confusion, as Mrs. Ward quietly
gets up from her chair and walks over to the bed.
“I’ll be right back.” Mrs. Ward softly says in a reassuring tone,
caressing her hand softly over Mathers’ shoulder.
“I was told he was awake?” Madison softly whispers stepping back into
the hallway.
“He is.” Mrs. Ward says in concern.
“Then why is he still in bed?” Madison asks in confusion.
“He doesn’t want to get up today. Mathers hasn’t done well since you
left. He won’t talk to anyone, barley eating. Today he is refusing to get out
of bed . . .” Mrs. Ward explains, and
“He hasn’t eaten!” Madison states now extremely concerned.
“I’ve had to fight with him to eat the little that he has.” Mrs. Ward
emotionally explains.
“Mr. Montgomery if he doesn’t start eating soon . . .” Mrs. Ward begins,
and
“He likes Taco Bell! Order everything and get some tea.” Madison says and
Mrs. Ward smiles quickly tightly hugging him, and then rushes off praying
everything is going to be okay.
Madison slowly walks back in the bedroom, and stands by the door for
several long moments, just staring at his father’s back; clutching the D-12
Medallion under his t-shirt.
“Sooooo . . . why have
you been giving Mrs. Ward a hard time?” Madison loudly states, crossing the
room and sitting down at the foot of the bed.
Intense silent passes with Madison watching him lay on his side staring
out into space, in the excite state he knows Hailie was talking about, himself
wondering if he truly is with his mother . . . his beautiful Carly.
“What do you want?” Marshall struggles to ask; emotionally knowing it’s
not the best question to ask a child that you turned your back on.
“Just wanted you to know who I was.” Madison softly says;
his voice cracking, feeling totally helpless in what to say or do.
“I love you.” Madison truthfully says with all his heart, gripping the
medallion under his t-shirt.
“Why?”
“Why?” Madison asks in a confused tone, watching him slowly roll to his
back and finally look up.
“Never . . . wanted . . . you . . . mad.” Marshall struggles to
explain.
“I’m not mad well at first that’s why I bought Shady Records.” Madison nervously
rattles, and Marshall begins to struggle to sit up.
“Noooo.” Marshall angrily
states, as Madison helps him fully sit up.
“I’m not mad anymore.” Madison quickly tries to reassure.
“Noooooo!” Marshall states
again, wishing his mouth would work with his brain for two seconds.
“Hailie!” Marshall emotionally cries out trying
to get out of the bed.
“Is downstairs.” Madison says, totally confused why he is
getting so upset.
“Can’t Sell.” Marshall firmly states, trying to get
out from under the blankets; fighting to keep his breathing under control.
“Calm Down . . . it’s okay.” Madison struggles
to say, his heart breaking that his father is more worried about a fucking
record company, when he just told him that he loved him but that the story of
his life the man more worried about a damn record company than him.
“Listen to me very carefully . . . . I bought Shady Records but you can
have it back.”
“NOOOOO! . . . Me . . .” Marshall emotionally
struggles to explain but everything getting all mixed up in his head on how to
explain that he had it fixed years ago that both children owned equal shares of
everything as long as they stayed away from Shady Records so it could rot in
hell like him for turning his back on his two most precious gifts from God.
“Calm down.” Madison says in concern, noticing the nervous shaking
getting worse, slowly placing his hand over his.
“Noooooo!” Marshall angrily
states, moving his hand away struggling to get out of the bed.
“Everything is gonna be okay.” Madison sincerely says, feeling as if
his heart is being brutally ripped out as Marshall struggles to get out of bed repeating
no over and over.
Madison slowly stands and helps him out of bed and then slowly follows over
to the large wooden armoire against the far wall, adjacent to the desk.
“Hold Up!” Madison quickly pleads, as he tries to move it.
“Move!” Marshall firmly states then rolls
it down the wall, Madison totally surprised that the six by eight foot oak armoire
is on some type of roller hinge system, and there is a large safe behind it.
Madison watches as he seems to concentrate and then begins to push
several numbers on the key pad that opens it, and then is totally blown away at
the size of the safe and the mess it holds.
Quietly watching as he frantically goes through disorganization; wads
of cash, pictures, notebook paper and what seem to be legal documents carelessly
falling to his feet that get in the way.
Madison slowly picks up several pictures that have fallen, and backs
away, the desk stopping his movement as he again looks down at the picture; a
picture of a child swinging at a public park, the pictures taken from some
distance, but Madison emotionally recognizing his mother and himself in the
picture and frantically flips through the other’s and them all the same, him
and his mother having fun at the park, which they did most Saturdays.
“Who took these?” Madison emotionally demands, continuing to flip
through the couple pictures as it emotionally clicks that maybe that’s why the
older man got so upset the other day at the park.
“Me.”
“Here! . . . Read! . . . Can’t . . . . Sell.” Marshall states handing the
document over to him then slowly making his way back over to the bed.
Madison totally lost in the pictures, but sets them down on the desk
and tries to focus on the document.
“This is your Will!” Madison agitatedly barks, walking over and trying
to hand it back.
“Read!”
“I don’t give a fuck about your Will! I wanna
know about these!”
“Do ya have more?” Madison emotionally asks.
“Read First . . . then . . . pictures.”
Marshall emotionally mumbles and then uses his inhaler.
Madison angrily picks the Will back up, his mind yelling to rip the motherfuckin’ thing up, that the man just wants to let him
know that Hailie is his only legitimate child. The Only child he every wanted
and some how can’t sell Shady Records to The Dirty Secret, but his heart seeing
the importunateness in his . . . the man’s eyes.
“I’m Fuckin’ Giving Shady Records Back And Taking
These!”
“Read!”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“You have to make
him understand that I love him.” Marshall emotionally cries, escaping to his
private world with His Carly.
“No Sweetheart
you have to make our son understand.” Carly softly says.
“He hates me.”
Marshall emotionally cries.
“No he doesn’t,
he’s just confused.” Carly softly assures.
“I Love You.”
Carly softly whispers.
“I Love You So
Much.” Marshall emotionally cries.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Madison skims over the Will, the first part a lot of legal blah blah blah, that his educated
lawyer mind sarcastically laughs at and then to his surprise, nice size amounts
of money will be left to homeless shelters, parks, YMCA’s, after school
programs around Detroit and Minnesota, recognizing some of the names on the
list, and a warm feeling washes over him that at least someone is getting
something out of the great Marshall Mathers being his father.
“I don’t want anything from YOU! I admit at first I wanted you to pay
for every time I wanted to fuckin’ talk to My Father and He Wasn’t There.”
“But ya know it isn’t fuckin’ worth it!”
Madison sporadically yells dropping the Will to the floor and pulling off the
D-12 medallion.
“MADISON!” Hailie yells in concern, walking into the room, just as he’s
tossing the medallion to the bed.
“You Can’t Run Out On Him!” Hailie angrily yells, grabbing hold of his
arm as he tries to rush past her.
“All he’s fuckin’ worried about is his Fuckin’ Precious Shady Records.”
Madison emotionally states.
“Wait! Please listen to me.” Hailie
emotionally pleads.
“What he’s trying to tell you . . . is that he don’t want US near . . .
. . he’s made it very clear . . . .” Hailie emotionally begins.
“When I was told you wanted to buy Shady Records . . .” Hailie emotionally
begins to explain her at the time twisted plan to get her family together.
“Why do you think I made it So Fuckin’ clear for you to personally be
at the signing? The satisfaction of watching You! The Youngest
Fortune 500 Member buy something he already fuckin’
owned!” Hailie angrily rambles.
“It almost gave me an orgasm.” Hailie sarcastically quickly adds.
“I actually had a camera set up and have a copy for you . . .” Hailie
evilly spews, mentally still wondering why she truly did it.
“Fuck YOU!” Madison evilly yells out trying to get past her.
“Noooo Get Out . . .” Marshall emotionally
cries out trying to get to His Son, emotionally recalling promising Carly to
protect their son from the ugly rap game.
With the words he was expecting to hear on the day he arrived finally
said
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