Chapter 50

Fifty

Nathan

Things were falling apart so fucking fast, it felt like a dream. I was watching my family crumble before my eyes.

"Dammit!" I roared, tossing all the articles on my desk to the ground.

"Sir!" Marcus yelped, scooting to the ground to pick up the fallen articles.

I didn't give a flying fuck. My face was all over the freaking tabloids. The headlines read, 'The cast out son of the Benjamins!" Cast out? I was betrayed. Stabbed in the back by my family and these people dared to make a joke out of it!

That was all I was anyway to everyone in South Carolina. A joke! A fucking pathetic joke. Oh, would you look at that? Benjamin's little boy has been tossed off the side. How fucking hilarious- I could imagine those thoughts running through their heads as they read the papers or glanced through their phones.

I had tried over the past few days. So damn hard. Dad's mansion was so heavily fortified, you'd think the president lived there. There were guards in every fucking corner.