Chapter Two

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 neck. 

He had almost died. 

If Mr. Robert would have push the shard an inch deeper into Isaac’s neck, he would have begun bleeding to death. 

“Mrs. Ford,” The leader of the military group walked up to Isaac’s mother who was also on the floor as told. “You can stand now, ma’am.” The man with snow-like hair helped Mrs. Ford to her feet.

She was crying and then she pointed at Isaac. “Please, my son. He’s dying, please…” As she spoke, two men walked over to Isaac and knelt down to examine him.

“This is all just a big misunderstanding,” Mr. Robert chuckled as he tried to stand to his feet but one of the men stepped him back to the floor. 

“You don’t speak unless spoken to!” The man yelled at Mr. Robert, and he clenched his jaw.

“You have no idea who you idiots are dealing with. I would have you all thrown in prison and you all would never see the light of day for treating me this way!” Mr. Robert complained, anger lacing his voice.

Mrs. Ford ignored her husband’s rant and ran to her son. She knelt beside him and caressed his face. Tears rolled down her eyes, and sadness overwhelmed her to see her son this way. 

Isaac tried to smile at the touch of his mother but the room had now started to spin. He felt his consciousness slipping away and he could do nothing about it. In a few seconds, he was blanketed in a world of darkness as he blackout.

“What’s happening?” Mrs. Ford panicked. “Is he dead? What’s happening?!” She continued to cry. 

One of the two men at Isaac’s side felt his pulse as the other called for an ambulance. “No need to worry, ma’am. Your son is alive, he’s only unconscious.” The one that checked the pulse told Mrs. Ford.

She inhaled sharply and then her eyes landed on her husband. A rage she had never known all her life suddenly took over her and she stood to her feet and marched towards him purposefully.

“You! It’s your fault! You almost killed our son!” Mrs. Ford kicked her husband in the face as he lay on the floor. The men sprung into action immediately and pulled her away as Mr. Robert rolled on his back and let out strings of cusses.

“You bastards are letting her assault me and you’re not doing a damn thing about it!” Mr. Robert raged as he touched his nose which felt like it was now broken. He was feeling pain not only from his nose but also from the sharp shards of the vases poking him from the floor. 

“It was him! He was the one who hurt Isaac! He was the one who hurt my son!” Mrs. Ford tried to explain what had happened as one of the military men helped Mr. Robert to his feet. She wanted him to stay on the ground even longer.

The sound of the ambulance got louder and louder as it got closer to the impressive mansion. A mansion that cost literally four million dollars. 

Mrs. Ford was glad that she had these guards; the men in military uniforms. She hired them a few months ago without her husband’s knowledge. This was after she had started to notice how vicious her arguments with him were becoming.

He was even drinking now, making Mrs. Ford feel unsafe in her own home, for she knew his temper. He was a hothead. 

She trusted the guards that belonged to the family; the highly trained men that guarded the mansion, but just not enough. She knew that they only protected them from outside threats, not threats from within; like her husband choking her.

The military men were for her and her son’s protection alone. And she was more than happy that she made the decision to hire the team. She paid them handsomely but it was worth it.

Mrs. Ford had never actually had to use the team until now. She was given a panic button but when everything was happening, she totally forgot. Things were just happening too fast for her to think properly.

Good thing she had paid one of the regular guards an incentive to call the team if things were ever to go really bad with her and Robert, her husband. 

Mrs. Ford knew that the regular guards heard everything that was going on during the fight, but they were paid to protect the family from enemies, not themselves. Besides, they were given straight rules to not interfere with family affairs.

The backup generator suddenly came to life and light flooded the beautiful house. Broken vases lay all over the floor and Mrs. Ford could now see her son clearly. 

The sound of the ambulance was very loud now and soon, paramedics entered the house and headed straight for Isaac. He was lifted off of the marble floor, placed in a stretcher, and carried outside.

“Hey!” Mr. Robert called for the attention of another paramedic. “I’m hurt, I need medical attention,” He said to the lady as he narrowed his eyes at his wife. He was still reeling from the amount of alcohol in his system but he was much soberer than he was before.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” The leader of the military team asked Mrs. Ford as she walked out of the house so she could follow her son to the hospital. She was not going to let him be alone. 

And as for her husband, she knew that she could not do much about him. Their public image had to be protected so there was no way she could report what he did to the police, and that grieved her greatly.

As much as she wanted to make Robert suffer for what he had done to her and her son, he was a powerful man that could barely be touched. He had deep pocket connections everywhere that it was scary.

“Tell your men to leave as soon as possible,” Mrs. Ford informed the leader of the military team. She did not want her husband checking into them. “I think we’ll be okay.”

“Are you sure?” The man asked her, with worry on his face. 

Mrs. Ford nodded and then ran her hand through her hair as she got into the back of the ambulance with her son. Before the doors of the emergency vehicle were closed, she caught a glimpse of her husband. 

He argued with one of the other paramedics about something that she did not care about. She just wanted to be out of there.

As the loud siren of the ambulance came to life again, Mrs. Ford focused on Isaac. He was still unconscious but at least he was breathing. He was alive and that was all that mattered. She let out a shaky breath as she watched the professionals work on keeping her son tethered to the mortal world.

This had gone far enough. Robert had beaten Isaac before but it never came to this. Mrs. Ford had also never seen him that drunk but it was not an excuse. He almost slit Isaac’s throat! 

Something needed to be done; and even if she could not go to the police, there was something that she could do for her precious son. 

He was old enough to go to college but she and Robert had agreed that he would just skip that and focus on learning from them about the family's many businesses. 

Isaac was the only son in the marriage, and to be honest; the only one there would ever be because Mrs. Ford could not remember the last time she slept in the same bed with her husband.

They had never even had sex before. Robert would bring guys home sometimes and have them in the guest room. She could have done the same, but she respected the crap called their marriage more than she should have.

Isaac was the sole heir, the one who was supposed to inherit everything that the Ford family possessed; including the seven companies that were scattered around the world, the three hotels in Africa, the power and respect, and so much more!

After everything that happened tonight, Mrs. Ford knew that she could not let her son stay here in South Africa; not anymore. 

She searched the pockets of her silk pajamas for her phone and when she finally found it, she pulled it out and dialed a number that she had not called in years.

The phone rang a few times and when Mrs. Ford was about to give up, the person she was calling finally answered and relief washed over her.

“Hello, Hart. Remember the thing we talked about three years ago? Yeah, I want it done.” Her voice was firm yet a bit shaky, and as she stared at her unconscious son, she knew she was making the right choice.