Mikkel

Part Seven: Broken

4 days Mikkel was treated like this.

Yosef walks the long hall to the room where Mikkel was being kept, a guard and a doctor by his side.

They reach the door and the guard uses his keys, unlocking it.

The door opens, filling the small room with light.

There, they see Mikkel sitting on the ground, looking down, his mouth hanging open a bit.

He was pale, slim.

"Mikkel."Yosef booms.

Mikkel slowly looks up, displaying small circular burns on his temples.

"Pap.."Mikkel says drunkenly.

Yosef smiles.

"Perfect."

...

Mikkel walks sluggishly along side his father, his eyes down and his head clouded.

"When we get to New York, you're accompanying me on a visit."Yosef says as they walk into the kitchen.

"Yes papa."Mikkel says drunkenly.

They walk to the back of the kitchen, to a service elevator the cooks use to bring up food from an access tunnel at the base of the mountain the school sat on top of.

They enter the elevator and Yosef presses the button for the bottom.

The elevator ride was short, and it led to a loading dock that led to an air strip where the plane they would take was waiting.

....

Mikkel sits quietly on the plane, looking out the window at the clouds rolling off the plane.

"Mikkel."Yosef says.

Mikkel slowly looks over to his father.

"Happy birthday, son."

Mikkel felt the fires of hate burning in his stomach, but he was too exhausted to express himself.

He slowly looks back over to the window again.

"Thank you papa."

.....

Finally they had arrived in New York. Mikkel and his father arrive at a nice hotel.

In his room, Mikkel sits on his bed. His body was tired. The treatment he received was grueling.

He couldn't gather his thoughts.

The door opens and Yosef enters.

"Come. We're leaving."Yosef demands, walking over to Mikkel's suitcase and opening it.

"Yes papa."Mikkel mumbles as he slowly stands.

Yosef takes out an out fit and tosses it towards Mikkel.

....

Mikkel sits quietly in the back of the car next to his father.

"What do you fancy in a woman, Mikkel?"Yosef asks.

Mikkel looks up at his father with a confused look.

"I'm trying to find you a wife Mikkel, details."Yosef says.

"Wife? Papa i-"

"You're 14 now. You're a growing man, a man needs a woman. Trust me, look here."He says, picking up a few files he had sitting between Mikkel and himself.

He opens one and places it in Mikkel's lap.

"This girl here, she's in Belgium. Her father is an arms dealer, we could use that firepower. And this one, if you marry her we could get control of a very bountiful portion of-"