Dysfunctional
Family 6 ~
“Ms. Joann!” Madison yells out once in the hallway heading towards his
bedroom.
“Mr. Montgomery . . . may I help . . .” Joann frantically asks after
rushing into the room to find him blindly throwing clothes and personal
belongings that he’s accumulated during his two month stay into suitcases.
“Send my shit to the hotel.” Madison roughly barks and then rushes from
the room. Confused but she quickly goes to work on straightening the mess he made
of expenses business suits.
Madison rushes to the home office and begins radically gathering the
few things he pulled from his backpack while searching for his checkbook.
“Madison We Need To Talk!” Hailie emotionally demands storming into the
room.
“Talk to my lawyers!” Madison sarcastically laughs zipping up his
backpack.
“Talk Calmly.” Hailie tries to calmly reason.
“You can fuckin’ video tape them!” Madison
sarcastically growls leaving the room.
“Maddie I’m sorry Please!
Mrs. Ward has had to sedate Dad! Please . . .” Hailie emotionally pleads;
concerned about their dad’s emotionally state if he leaves for good because of
her stupid plan.
“If you leave him now I will make your life a living hell!” Hailie
emotionally threatens following him out the front door.
“I came with a purpose that’s gotten lost and it’s best that it stay
that way.” Madison emotionally states.
“I’ll be in touch about Shady.” Madison calmly says, getting into his
hummer.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Tiesha totally caught off guard quickly ending the legal document she
is working as he rushes into the penthouse heading straight to the master
bedroom suite that he hasn’t used in months.
“Jason is on his way.” Madison roughly barks kicking off his Nike
tennis shoes heading to the large walk in closet.
“I want Aftermath up and running by the end of the week till then call
8 Mile Studio, the number is in my day runner and buy every fuckin’ second of
studio time they have.” Madison radically spews, dropping his baggie jeans and
replacing with a much older pair.
“I also need to speak with the people at Shady and I want you to personally
clean out my office.” Madison radically spews pulling off his t-shirt and
rummaging through several before replacing with an older one.
“Don’t let the old man’s family upset you.” Tiesha sincerely whispers, trying
to wrap her arms around him; who is now dressed in old clothes that she has
never seen.
“He’s Name Is Mr. Mathers.” Madison angrily barks roughly pushing away
and picking up the jeans he just took off and retrieving his wallet.
“Where are you going?” Tiesha asks, concerned with his state of mine,
as he thumps through his wallet.
“Out.”
“Madison . . .” Tiesha sincerely pleads closely following back to the
closet for old Timberland boots that she also has never seen then to the
sitting room.
“What?” Madison agitatedly growls, sitting down on the sofa and pulling
on the old boots.
“It’s time we move on.” Tiesha sincerely says; hoping his mood swings
of late are just from finally getting bored with playing record producer, among
other
“What?” Madison asks in confusion, glancing up at her.
“We’ve been in this god forsaking hell hole for almost a year! You have
Shady Records . . .” Tiesha agitatedly begins but suddenly stops and takes a
deep breath seeing what has become a familiar fire in his eyes when anything
Mathers’ is mentioned.
“The Almighty Shady Princess turned you down.” Tiesha wickedly laughs
smugly sitting down across from him.
“Don’t Fuckin Be Here When I Get Back!”
Madison angrily growls quickly jumping up and storming out.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Madison walks into the small crowded bar called Andrew’s Hall and the
bartender recognizing him as a regular quickly pours him a shot of Hennessy and
he quickly downs it then another.
Taking in his surroundings with a third shot, all his problems hide
away and his MJ persona takes over; a persona made up during his first visit, without
thinking giving
“Put em up lets cheer! The great white hope
has returned.” Colby sarcastically raps holding up his glass of beer to several
other people partying at the booth, noticing him walking up.
“Where the fuck have you been Dawg?” Colby asks as he works out of the booth; not seeing
him in almost a month.
“Around.” Madison says greeting him with the
normal three one three hand shake.
They sit and bullshit/drink for about an hour before the normal rap
battles begins. Regular customers quickly recognizing the Runyon Avenue
Soldiers as Colby takes the mic.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Hours later at Colby’s house partying/working out rhythms with friends Madison
tries to get up enough nerve to explain who he really is, but it never coming
as always; keeping his father’s dirty secret always his number one priority.
In the early morning hour he makes his exit, down to the familiar
street corner, and pulls out his cel phone and turns
it on and quickly brought back to cold reality seeing all the missed calls from
Tiesha and Hailie.
“Come get me.” Madison slurs into the phone.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“Thought I told you not to be here.” Madison slurs,
flopping down in the chair across from the sofa.
“I’m worried about you.” Tiesha sleepily mumbles sitting up on the sofa
where she fell asleep waiting on his return.
“Don’t Be!” Madison roughly growls laying his head back and closing his
eyes.
“That Mr. Montgomery . . . . is one thing you
can’t tell me to do.” Tiesha sincerely whispers, kneeling down at his feet and begins
removing his boots.
“Lets go home.” Tiesha softly pleads; silently
praying that once back in California he’ll get back to Montgomery Incorporated
instead of playing with the stupid record company that has caused their lives
to be on a roller coaster for over a year.
“I’m not ready to leave Michigan!” Madison tries to firmly state as she
slowly begins to work on the snap and then zipper of his jeans.
Breathlessly she stands and carefully leads the way to his bed,
wickedly pushing him down and then sinful removal of his clothes before
climbing onto his thick always hard cock.
Beads of sweat cover their nude bodies as they erotically fall into
familiar erotic comfort.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“Where ya goin’?”
“I have to go.” Tiesha sleepily mumbles.
“Gotta piss?”
“Madison?” Tiesha mumbles, knowing he has to be to drunk, not know what
he is saying.
“Do you?”
“No.” Tiesha nervously mumbles.
“Then be still.” Madison sleepily mumbles drifting further into
peaceful sleep.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“Fuck.” Tiesha sleepily mumbles stretching realizing its morning and He’s
still tightly wrapped around her nude body.
“What’s wrong?”
“I know . . . your obsession with my bank account. It could become a
lot more if you’d stop acting like a Whore!” Madison tries to say without emotion
rolling onto his back.
“I’m Not Your Whore!” Tiesha angrily states fully sitting up,
frantically pulling the sheet around her nude body.
“Then stop acting like it.” Madison calmly says throwing the duvet back
and getting out of bed heading to the bathroom.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“Breakfast is here and Jason is on his way up.” Tiesha nervously says
walking into the bathroom; still trying to analyze his strange behavior.
“He’s grumpy because we didn’t meet him at the airport.” Tiesha says,
grabbing a wash cloth and begins washing her face.
“You didn’t get him a car?” Madison asks turning off the shower and
wrapping a towel around his waist.
“Thought maybe that’s what you were doing till three am!”
Tiesha sarcastically says, trying not to admire his young lean body.
“I was getting drunk till three.”
“What’s wrong with You?” Tiesha nervously asks,
pulling away.
“Well . . . I have a slight hangover that breakfast and a few Aleve
should get rid of.” Madison says with a small laugh looking into the mirror.
“You know what I’m talking about!” Tiesha agitatedly states crossing
her arms.
“We have a lot to do today get dressed.” Madison agitatedly growls
preparing to shave and Tiesha heads to her own bathroom on the other side of
the suite totally confused by his behavior.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Madison apologizes to his grumpy long time friend following him into
the sitting room.
“Breakfast?” Madison offers glancing over the
breakfast set up.
“I’ve sketched out an outline . . .” Jason professionally explains,
unloading the content of his briefcase on the cocktail table.
“I haven’t had breakfast.” Madison pitifully whines.
“It’s after nine.” Jason blurts out in confusion, but knowing not to talk
business till after he’s had breakfast, it actually the only meal he’s actually
seen him fully eat.
“We slept in.” Madison nonchalantly comments, grabbing a pancake from
one of the platters, as Jason silently prays that Tiesha is the other part of We.
“Have you eaten?” Madison asks, between bites while fixing two cups of
coffee.
“I talked with Hailie . . .” Jason begins and Madison comes to a complete
stop.
“Why the fuck did ya do that?” Madison
angrily demands.
“I called the Mathers’ estate looking for You
when I didn’t have a way from the airport!” Jason agitatedly states.
“She has agreed to meet with us at one this afternoon.” Jason quickly
explains, not liking that look in his friend’s eyes.
“I’m not meeting with Anyone. I need for you
to personally get a private meeting with Mr. Mathers.” Madison firmly states.
“First! I want it explained that I’m giving Shady back to Him.” Madison
states.
“But! . . . I’ve decided that I want a Clause . . .”
Madison firmly begins.
“That clearly spells out! That if He or Miss Mathers try to sell it Again
. . . I have to agree make it Very Fuckin’ Clear that it’s not that I want it
back or his fuckin’ money I just have to agree to Whom, it’s sold too!” Madison
spews pacing around the room with his coffee and a rolled up pancake.
“I also want my name out of his Will I don’t want a motherfuckin
thing from him!” Madison continues.
“As I tried to explain to her last night.” Jason blurts out
and Madison stops in his tracks.
“As I tried to explain to Hailie . . . .” Jason calmly begins again.
“Both of you have Fucked Up Mr. Mathers’ Will and
it’s gonna take a fuckin’ genius to straight it out. Technically Shady Records
. . . .” Jason erratically begins.
“Technically I legally own it so I can do any fuckin’ thing with it I
want.” Madison firmly states pacing again.
“Technically . . .” Jason carefully begins.
“She kinda of illegally sold . . . .” Jason
says.
“Mr. Mathers’ Will Clearly States that his children Hailie Jade Mathers
and Madison Bailey Montgomery are to have NO Connections to . . . with Shady
Records.” Jason tries to recite from the will as he frantically flips through
it.
“Where did you get this?” Madison agitatedly states jerking the
document from his hand.
“Hailie . . .” Jason nervously admits.
“Why do you keep calling her Hailie?” Madison agitatedly growls tossing
the document back at him.
“When your sister is willing . . . demands a solution . . .” Jason begins
to explain his conversation and then meeting with her last night as Madison
starts to leave the room.
“Madison! She swears if you don’t work with her . . . she’ll go to the
press . . .” Jason agitatedly states and Madison stops but doesn’t turn around
to face him.
“You have to start thinking clearly!” Jason sternly demands.
“If She Don’t Back The Fuck Off I’ll pay the
Government myself to assure that her great great grand
children won’t even see a dime of her almighty daddy’s money.” Madison evilly spews
just as his fist goes thorough the drywall.
“FUCK!” Jason frantically shouts rushing over to him just as Tiesha
rushes into the room to find out what the hell all the yelling is about.
Madison slides down the wall as Jason stands close. Tiesha rushes over
to the bar and grabs a towel and ice recalling the many times he’s rammed his
fist through things.
After several intense moments of silence she gently takes his hand and
gently wraps his knuckles that are swelling.
“It’s my brain that hurts.”
“Get her a financial lawyer that can . . . will
fully explain the consequences of her actions!” Madison roughly barks after
several intense moments of silence glancing up at Jason that’s standing over
them.
“She already has Campbell.” Jason nervously says after slowly sitting
down beside him; all three knowing Mr. Campbell as the best damn financial
attorney money can buy. (That is besides Madison himself) Madison having
several run ends with the old bastard that has always seemed to be a thorn in
his side, old way versus the new.
“Fuckin’ Bitch!” Madison agitatedly
growls.
“Get me a meeting with him.”
“You need to sit down.” Madison calmly says as Tiesha tries to keep the
ice pack on his hand.
“You need . . .” Tiesha emotionally begins that he should go to the
hospital to get his hand checked.
“Sit Down!” Madison agitatedly interrupts jerking his hand away.
“There’s something I have to tell you.” Madison nervously mumbles as he
struggles to wiggle his fingers.
“Darlin’.” Tiesha
emotionally says really not wanting to hear the sorted details of how he’s in
love with Hailie Mathers’.
“I already know . . .” Tiesha emotionally begins.
“Ooohhh No You Don’t.” Madison
agitatedly interrupts with a laugh.
“You’re In Love . . . . with her.” Tiesha
emotionally says, trying desperately not to cry.
“Tiesha . . .” Madison hysterical laughs flopping down beside her.
“Hailie Jade
Mathers’ is my sister.”
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