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
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
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 ha
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