Isaac was in his room, lying on his bed with his eyes open wide. He hugged his gray duvet tightly as he chewed on his bottom lip in nervousness.
Sleep was not his friend tonight. The lights in the house were off due to the very heavy storm that just started to fall outside. The flashes of lightning were so bright that they lit up his room, and the roaring of the thunder made his breath hitch each time the mighty sound boomed.
He could hear his parents arguing loudly, and his heart beat hard against his chest. He knew what was coming next. He knew his mother would throw something at his dad. It was how it went almost every single night.
The last time they had argued, it was about him. He had to break up with a girl because of his dad. His dad liked the girl but did not like that she was not of a certain class. The girl Isaac had dated was considered a ‘commoner’; in the very words of his dad.
His mom was okay with this but his dad was not; hence the thundering argument that they had at the time. Isaac’s father won, of course, so he had to break up with the girl.
For a very long time, Isaac had craved a sense of independence; not being tied down to the standards and rules that his family and society had set for him. But it drew farther and farther from him each day. He had always wanted the freedom to just do things that normal people did, but he was denied that.
Isaac had thought about standing up to his father many times, but fear held him back. And the times that he actually tried to do that, he was very bad at it and ended up humiliated.
“You think that I want to be in this marriage?!” Isaac heard his mother yell. They must have been in the living room because he could hear them very clearly. His room was not very far from there.
“Ava, you walked yourself into this marriage! No one dragged you, so don’t put the goddamn blame on me!!” Issac heard his dad reply in anger. In a quick second, he heard a loud crash; as if one of the many vases they had in the living room had been thrown and destroyed.
Isaac wanted to intervene but he knew very well that that won’t do any good; not for his parents, or for him. The last time he tried that, his dad hit him so hard across the face that he blackout.
Never again was he going to try to intervene or help them out!
“Our marriage was doomed from the very beginning; from the moment that you had another man's son in your belly at the altar when you said I do!” He heard his dad again, followed by more crashes.
Isaac removed the duvet from over his body and dragged himself off of the bed. He was getting a bit worried. He could hear his mother crying loudly now. But he knew that his dad would never hurt her.
No matter how hard they argued, his dad would never even raise a hand at his mom. But he was more than ready to beat Isaac to a pulp.
This was comical in a sad way to Isaac. The fact that his parents had it all; had all that life had to offer and yet their lives were still filled with misery, and their marriage was stale and loveless.
His parents were literal billionaires; royalty at its finest! But it was all at the cost of their happiness.
He had always known that his dad did not quite like him, but it all made more sense when his mom told him years ago that the man he had called ‘dad’ for as long he could remember was not really his father.
His real father had bailed on his mom when he found out that she was pregnant with him; too much of a coward to take care of the son he had helped bring into this evil world.
That was one of the many reasons that his mom was shoved into the marriage with Mr. Robert, the man that Isaac now called his dad.
“You’re a monster, Robert! You’re a damn monster!!” Isaac flinched when he heard another crash as his mom yelled at his ‘dad’. “If you think I am going to just sit and let Lisa Keating blackmail my son, then you’re out of your damn mind!”
What was she talking about? Lisa Keating was the CEO of the second biggest company in the country: Keating Travel. She was married happily and had a daughter a few years younger than Isaac.
Isaac knew Lisa but had not had a conversation that lasted more than a minute with the lady before. He was very oblivious to the blackmail that his mother spoke about.
“Lisa’s daughter is a fine young lady, all he has to do is marry her!” He heard his father argue loudly. “You heard what Lisa said, and the consequences are not something that I’d like to consider.”
“No. No, that’s not happening. My son would not be like us. I will not let him be sucked into a loveless marriage. Lisa can go f*ck herself!” His mom replied.
“Yeah, walk away! Walk away and find one of the guards to suck off!” His mom continued, and Isaac knew that he had to do something. It was going too far; but what could he do?
He did not want to get beaten by Mr. Robert again.
His grandparents from his father’s side knew that their son was gay, and they were ashamed of it. They thought that it would smear their reputation and make them look weak. So that was why they pushed their son into an arranged marriage with Isaac’s mom.
His mom was not exactly poor, but at the time, her family needed the money, plus she had been abandoned by her lover while pregnant. She needed the marriage just as much as the family of Mr. Robert needed it.
Isaac bravely opened the door of his room and stepped out slowly.
“What did you just say to me?” He heard his dad. His tone was tense and filled with venom. The voices were much louder now that Isaac was out of his room.
Isaac strolled, trying his best to be as quiet as possible. He was now almost in the living room and could see his parents clearly.
“You heard me, Robert. But I would gladly say it again for you to hear. Walk away and find one of the guards to su–,” His mom was cut off when his dad grabbed her by her neck and began to choke her.
“Say that sh*t again, Ava!” His father’s voice boomed through the house as he continued to squeeze the neck of Isaac’s mom.
He knew that this had gone too far, he had to do something, and he did not care whether he got beaten for it or not. He would not watch his dad choke the life out of his mother!
He entered the living room and picked up one of the shards from the broken vase that was on the floor; holding it in his hand to defend himself if it came to that.
“Let my mom go,” His voice was shaky and filled with fear.
Mr. Robert released the neck of his wife and turned in the direction of Isaac. He was mildly surprised to see his bastard son, especially after he had disciplined him many times; telling him to never interfere with whatever went on between him and Ava.
“You little sh*t,” Mr. Robert laughed deeply. “After all that I have done for you, you’re out here pretending that you’re her savior,” He gestures to Issac’s mom.
“You have no right to choke her, and I swear if you touch her again, I will gut you.” Isaac’s voice was much stronger now, filled with a form of rage.
Mr. Robert chuckled and began to bravely walk toward Isaac. The flash of lightning brightened the room for a second, followed by heavy thunder.
Isaac’s heart was beating so hard that he thought it was going to explode. He clutched onto the shard in his hand, causing the sharp object to break his skin. Blood mixed with pain tainted his hand but he was focused on Mr. Robert.
“Leave him alone!” His mother said loudly but began to cough violently again. She was still reeling from almost being choked to death.
“Oh, I’m going to do more than that,” A laugh erupted from the throat of the man Isaac called dad.
He backed away until his back hit a wall, he had no choice but to fight now. His eyes suddenly widened as Mr. Robert sprung into action; rushing towards him with great speed.
Isaac was afraid but the adrenaline coursing through his body was overflowing. He dodged his father but it was too late because the man grabbed both of his hands.
“Isn’t this fun, Isaac?!” Mr. Robert laughed like a madman.
“Leave him alone, Robert,” Isaac’s mother was on her feet and heading towards them. She was still coughing but not as much now.
“No, I want to play with the little bastard,” He replied to her.
His strength was remarkable and whatever Isaac did, he could not set himself free from the hold of his dad.
“F*ck you!” Isaac spat the words in the man’s face as tears trickled down his face. He hated his life, but most of all, he hated Mr. Robert with every part of him.
“Oh, that is no way to talk to daddy,” Mr. Robert’s voice was mocking. He then slammed his son to the floor of shattered vases, causing him to groan loudly in pain as he let go of the shard that was in his hand.
“Robert, I said let him go!” Isaac’s mother cried. She tried to pull her husband off of her son but it was not working. She was not strong enough.
Mr. Robert's weight was evident as he sat on top of Isaac while holding him down. Isaac could feel the pieces of the broken vases poking his back. He was in immense pain.
He continued to struggle, refusing to give up. His breathing was labored and he could tell that if this continued for another minute, he would blackout, if not die.
Mr. Robert let go of one of Isaac’s arms and reached for a shard quickly.
“No, no, no,” Isaac cried when he saw his dad take the shard. The man brought the sharp object close to Isaac’s neck and he stopped fighting immediately; afraid that he might be hurt if he continued.
“Help! Somebody help us!” Isaac's mother cried for help while trying to pry her husband off of her son.
“Shhh!” Mr. Robert said in response and then pushed the shard closer to his son’s neck, causing him to wince as more tears flowed from his eyes.
Isaac could feel the skin of his neck tearing and the pain was instant. It was right then that he knew that he was going to die.
Death was tugging at Isaac’s soul and he closed his eyes shut tightly; preparing for his fate as his father continued to terrorize him with the sharp shard in his hand. “Help! Please, he’s going to kill my son!!” Isaac’s mother cried at the very top of her lungs until her throat hurt. She was not going to just let her baby boy die at the hands of the man she called her husband. The front door suddenly caved in loudly and Mr. Robert dropped the shard from his hand to the floor, but he still sat on top of Isaac. Men in military uniforms rushed in with guns in their hands. “Everybody, get on the floor!” One of the armed men ordered with authority, and Mr. Robert finally rolled over from on top of Isaac. He listened to the order given and carefully laid on the floor covered with broken vases. Isaac opened his eyes and took in the deepest breath that he had taken in his entire life. Hot tears flowed from his eyes freely and almost every part of his body was in pain, especially his ne
Isaac’s eyes fluttered open as the light of the room he was in started to flood his dark world. He was now slipping out of unconsciousness and coming back to the real world. His vision was at first blurry and then after blinking a few times, it cleared. Where was he? His mind was a bit foggy but with each passing second, his memories were returning. He now remembered everything; the loud argument that his parents had, and his trying to intervene when it went too far. Isaac had almost died. He could still imagine how very afraid he felt. It was like he looked death in its eyes! He never wanted to feel that way again. And if that meant putting his foot down for the first time in years, then that was what he was going to do. He realized that he was laying on a bed in a room that looked like the hospital room that his grandmother from his mother's side used to be in when he was only nine. She was very ill; a disease that was too aggressive to let her see his tenth birthday which was
“I think you heard me very well, Robert,” Mrs. Ford spoke with boldness. Even though she was almost choked by Robert last night, she was still not scared of him in the least. She had never been. She headed towards one of the chairs in front of his fancy desk and sat down, waiting for him to respond. Robert scoffed and then stared at his wife for a few seconds. “You have to be joking, Ava. The boy is my heir.” He reminded her. “Yes, I know that. But sometimes, from the way you treat him, it makes me wonder if you know that.” Mrs. Ford flipped her hair gently and kept looking into the hard eyes of her husband. “It’s complicated,” Robert looked away from his wife. He really did not want to get into a yelling match with her and hoped to God that she would drop this. There was no way he would just let Isaac fly across the world when he was being groomed to take over the family businesses and fortune. “It’s really not. Isaac can still be the heir of the Ford fortune whether he’s here i
Isaac watched his mother leave him and his father alone in the living room. He walked towards one of the couches and sat down. He could feel his father’s eyes on him as he tried to make himself comfortable on the luxurious couch. “I see they fixed up your neck,” His father began as he stared at Isaac. His eyes were not looking the way they usually looked. Instead of seeing the hardness that he knew so well in them, Isaac saw compassion and guilt. “Don’t start,” He warned his father. “I’m not starting anything,” His father replied to him boldly as he crossed his legs. “I’m just stating what is obvious, and right now, that’s your neck.” Isaac was really being tested. He could feel his patience becoming thinner. If his father continued on this path of arrogance, he would certainly snap. “Why am I here? Why did you want to see me?” His father smiled faintly and ran his hand through his salt-and-pepper hair. “I’m sorry for what happened last night. I was abusive and deserve to go to p
Isaac looked out the plane’s window as it descended slowly over the concrete jungle that is New York City. He was blown away at how many buildings he saw, the place looked surreal! After landing and when the engine noises had subsided, the pilot spoke, “Ladies and Gentlemen, we welcome you to the city of New York. The local time is 7:45 AM. For your safety and the safety of those around you, please remain seated with your seatbelts fastened and keep the aisles clear until we are parked at the gate.” Isaac could not contain his excitement. Even though he was a bit jetlagged from the flight, he was not going to let that dull his experience. When the plane parked at the gate, he unfastened his seatbelt and headed out. The air was cold and his nose hurt slightly every time he inhaled. Why was it so cold? It was not even snowing; just a slight drizzle. “Isaac Ford, yes?” A man that worked with the airport asked Isaac when he was in the huge building. Isaac nodded and the man continued
Isaac watched the look on the chancellor's face. He knew that the man was annoyed but had no choice but to answer any question thrown at him. “Mr. Ford…” Mr. Hart began after he released a sigh. “I don’t appreciate that our relationship is starting on the basis of money.” Isaac could not help but chuckle at the man’s response. Was he being serious? Whether he liked it or not, their relationship had already been cemented by money. By Ford money. “Now, I have arranged a tour of the campus and our facilities for you. I’m sure you would love to see where you would be going to school for the next couple of years.” Mr. Hart smiled warmly as he stared at the boy; he was proving to be trouble already and this was just the first day. “Okay,” Isaac replied as he put the phone back into his pocket. “One of our best students would be the one in charge of the tour,” Mr. Hart continued. “No,” Isaac stood to his feet and stared at the man. If his parents were literally paying almost a millio
The girl watched Isaac get closer to her and he seemed intimidating but yet had a softness that called to her. His eyes were dark and his smile was doing something to her that she could not completely understand at the moment. Who was this man? “Hi,” Isaac ran his hand through his hair as he kept his eyes on the beautiful girl that stood in front of him. He was a very calculated person that did things smoothly but for the first time in years, he did not know what to do. “Hi,” The words came out as a soft whisper. “I’m Jessie Whitfield, and I’m a second-year student here.” Isaac chuckled in response and Jessie raised one of her eyebrows before asking, “Why are you laughing?” Her voice was gentle.“It’s just that you’re acting like you’re being interviewed,” Isaac's body was getting dryer with each minute that passed because of the flow of air in the room, but his hair was still drenched. “I’m just introducing myself, stranger,” Jessie replied as she ran her hands over the spine of
Jessie tried her best to listen to her lecturer but she could not help feeling Isaac’s eyes on her. He kept looking at her and each time she looked back at him, he looked away. This made Jessie giggle. She felt like a teenager, and for a long time in her life, she was not overly obsessed about how she did in school, getting her family out of poverty, or the dark secret she had that gnawed at her every damn day. She felt seen. “Okay, class. That would be all for today. Make sure to read and prepare for your midterms which would be coming up pretty soon.” The lecturer spoke loudly so everyone in the class could hear her. The class was now over and everyone was trying to leave. Isaac stood up and folded his arms on his broad chest as he watched Jessie put her books, markers, and other things into her tote bag. She had a small smile on her face that Isaac liked looking at. He needed to find a way to spend more time with her. “Hey, pretty boy!” One of the students startled Isaac.
Isaac watched Otis park the fancy jeep in front of the airport, which was where he was with his luggage. Otis got down from the vehicle and kept the engine running as he took the luggage away from Isaac respectfully. “How was your flight?”“It was meh. I have flown on better airlines,” Isaac joked, and Otis laughed in response. When the luggage was in the trunk and Isaac was in the backseat of the car, he let out a sigh. It felt good to be back in New York. “Did you take care of what you went to take care of the back home?” Otis asked as he drove Isaac to the penthouse. The car was filled with light jazz music. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I think I can say that.” Isaac did not want to get into the specifics with Otis. Not that he did not trust the man, but he was just a bit weary of the topic and liked that his life here was different. He was afraid that if he told Otis fully about what happened at home, then in a way he would be contaminating his life here with life back home. Isaac did no
The car ride back to the mansion was quiet. No one said a word to each other but it was clear that a lot of thinking was going on. Isaac sat in the back seat by the door while his mom sat between him and his father. Once they reached home, the car swerved smoothly into the big compound and came to a stop in front of the house. Two guards immediately approached the car and they opened it up for the Fords. When Isaac got down, he walked straight into the house and headed for the living room. He started to pace as he awaited his parents. When they finally came into the house, they joined him in the living room and sat down on the couch.“One of you please tell me that we are not going to let that madman get away with what he has planned…” Isaac began. “Isaac,” His mother's voice was filled with defeat, and her eyes held sadness. “I love you. I really do, but I think the best thing to do is to do as Victor has proposed.”Isaac stopped pacing and looked at his mother incredulously. “You
Robert Ford entered the sitting area and saw his brother sitting on the long fur-covered chair. His mother sat not too far, and she frowned a bit when her eyes landed on him.Victor stood to his feet and straightened the suit on him. His hair was perfectly styled, and the shoes he wore alone cost nearly ten thousand dollars. He had been in prison for a long time and being free felt good.He could still remember why he had been thrown in jail. It was because he beat a man to death. Victor did regret that the man died but he knew that he only assaulted him because the man had been caught trying to rape his girlfriend of six years.He had been so angry and filled with rage that all he could see was red. He bashed the man’s head in with a short-length iron pole that he had found in the same alley where everything was happening. There was so much blood but he did not stop hitting the man until he was out of breath.Afterward, he took his girlfriend to her family and turned himself in. He g
Worry filled Isaac’s heart and he aimed to know what was going on. “Mom, what do you mean that we could lose everything? What’s going on?” “I really don't want to talk about this over the phone, Isaac. Just know that we need you home as soon as possible.” Isaac heard his mother breathe out a sigh of frustration. “I always knew that this was coming, but I did not think that it would be this soon.” “Mom, you can’t just tell me all this and leave my mind to wander. Please, I promise that the moment I drop this call I would book the next flight to South Africa. But I need you to tell me what’s going on.” Isaac begged his mother for more information. “Just come home, please…” “Did dad hit you?” Anger laced his voice and he clenched his jaw. “No,” His mother replied in a breathy way. “Then what? What could be huge enough for you to sound this worried?” He held the phone to his ear as he headed for his room. He needed to start parking and would get Otis to take him to the airport as
“Come on dad, leave them alone,” Josh complained to his father. His father was a successful CEO and made sure to insert his title in every conversation. It made Josh feel uncomfortable.“I’m just trying to get to know your friends, Josh. You complained about how I am not in your life enough and when I finally attempt to, you push me away,” His father’s voice was smooth and heavy. “Jessie, this is my father, James Clinton.” Josh gave in and introduced Jessie to his father. Josh’s father smiled politely as he reached out his hand to shake Jessie’s. “Nice to meet you, dear. And might I say, you look lovely.” “Thank you, Mr. Clinton.” “And you, young man. You look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?” Josh’s father said when he turned his attention to Isaac as he tried to shake the young heir’s hand. “I’m Isaac Ford. Nice to meet you, Mr. Clinton.” Isaac was really good at social interactions like this. His father made sure of it. His father made him understand that he was to be a
Isaac closed the door of the car once he was in. “For now, nowhere. I just want you to drive me around the city until it’s time for us to pick up Jessie.” “Sounds like a plan. You are about to get the most unique tour of New York City, the city that never sleeps.” Otis replied as he chuckled heartily. The car jerked forwards gently as Otis pressed the gas. He took Isaac around the city and even rolled down the windows. The wind blew in the car as he drove and whenever traffic caught them, Isaac would take pictures of the busy streets and the buildings.Finally, the sun was setting and Isaac was blown away by the beauty and life of the city. He had only been here for a few days but he felt like he was becoming a part of this surreal place that looked like it was ripped out of a modern fantasy world.The buildings were so tall that they looked unreal. When the sun had disappeared and welcomed the night, Isaac laid back on the car seat as a feeling of freedom filled him. He felt reall
Isaac stared at Jessie, slightly surprised that she wanted to go to another party. But it made him excited and glad that she also wanted to spend more time with him. “Are you sure?” She giggled and the sound made Isaac smile warmly. He loved seeing her happy. “Yes, I’m sure.” She sat down in her seat next to Isaac. The class was now almost full but the teacher was not there yet so everyone was doing their own thing. “But what about your secret?”Her eyes dimmed a bit but hope then sparked in them. “It’s all good. My brother is taking care of it. There is nothing to worry about.” Her tone was confident. “That’s great! I genuinely hope that it all works out!” Isaac meant the words that flowed out of his mouth. He really did not like seeing Jessie weighed down and downcast. He enjoyed it when she was light and filled with a softness that he could barely describe.“If you need my help at all, just let me know,” Isaac added, and then he bit his bottom lip in nervousness. He remembered
Jessie watched the color drain from her brother’s face and her heart dropped. “Please, say something…” She begged him, feeling fear and paranoia take over her entire being. “I–I…how is this even possible?” He stuttered and then tugged at his hair in frustration. “I swear, I covered our tracks perfectly. There’s just no way.” He laughed without humor. Jessie could not help the tears that were building up in her eyes. She had thought that her brother would be able to take care of this but from his reaction, she feared that it was above him. “I was at Josh’s party–” Jessie began but Joe cut her off. “You were at a party?” He stared at her incredulously. “I literally told you to lay low!” His face glowed red, showing how upset he was. “Can you just let me finish?” “Dammit, Jessie!” Joe roared as he slapped the computer monitor from on his desk violently. It crashed to the floor with a loud thud, causing Jessie to inhale sharply. “I just wanted to feel what it was like…” Jessie sob
Isaac took a few seconds to process what Otis had just told him. He really wanted to help Jessie and not doing anything especially when he was capable made him feel useless. But he also knew that Otis had a solid point. If he did this, it would be the very thing that would pull him and Jessie apart even before they got together. “You have a point.” Isaac agreed with Otis. “I’d like to think that too.” Otis made a turn down the street and drove towards the skyscraper that Isaac was staying in. “So what would you suggest that I do?” “Have faith. Have faith that when the right time comes, Jessie would open up to you. And not just about her secret but about everything.” Otis replied, and the car came to a stop. Isaac smiled, feeling good that Otis just saved him from almost making a mistake that would have bitten him in the butt. “Thank you, Otis.” He smiled warmly.“You’re welcome,” Otis pressed a button in the car and the locks on the doors made a sound, signaling that the doors we