SECRETS

ONE

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Happy families are not always happy.
Mark had everything he yearned for. He was an obnoxious tiny kid mouthy and rude. He respected no one; old or youthful, not even his parents. At nine years of age, he was already a millionaire. This is not surprising because his mother is a famous actress with a beauty company worth millions of dollars and his dad, Mr. Peter is a renowned businessman who is into real estate. As young as he was, he was already a famous model for many expensive brands of kids' and his brand as well.

He was a spoiled brat who felt unassailable in the sanctuary of his immature period, knowing nobody dares spank his ass. He went to an affluent school and had only the top richest students as his confidantes. If you are not in their rank of wealth, you dare not cross routes with either Mark or his friends but this soon ends because everything is about to change within just a day. Being the only offspring of his parents, he figured out he will inherit their assets and manage their businesses as they should. Only to realize he had someone else to share it with.

On a bright Sunday morning, Mark woke up with so much exhilaration because it was his birthday. He leaped out of his bed with the clock striking ten. "I can't believe it is 10 am already," he said but something caught his attention.
"Where are my parents"? He questioned himself standing in his chamber feeling disappointed. In no time he hurried outside in search of his parents.
Feeling anxious he yells "Mom, Dad" but there was no response from anyone.

After critically searching their Mansion, he finally saw his mom in the kitchen which is the last spot he thought he could find her.
"Mum"! he cried out thinking his mom will turn and face him, but she didn't. "Do you know today is my birthday"? He asked slowly while moving towards her. His eyes sparkled looking at his mom in total perplexity when he caught a glimpse of the several empty wine bottles in front of her. "Mom, are you okay?" he asked looking very serious. "This is not how we celebrate my birthday" he added while looking around the kitchen in total confusion. However, his mom's mind was far from that. She just stood there sipping her last bottle of wine calmly.

"And where's da....." a slap from his mother descended on his mouth before he could finalize his question. He even forgot what he wanted to enunciate when he saw blood oozing from his mouth. His lower lip had been cut. "Mom"! He yelled with tears rolling down his soft young cheeks. "Get the fuck outta my face," she said while shoving him to the floor. "Don't you ever call me your mother you spoiled little brat" she added angrily while walking out of the kitchen. Mark sat on the floor for hours until his caretaker walked in holding groceries. She drops the groceries on the floor and rushed to Mark who was not in the mood of talking to anyone.

"Are you okay? Why are you crying? Where is your mom?" she asked one after the other but Mark who was concentrating on his crying didn't even bother to answer even one of her questions. Catching a glimpse of the blood dripping from his mouth on his million-dollar t-shirt when he finally decided to raise his head, she knew within herself that he couldn't respond but was at least expecting some kind of reply. In no time, she picked him up in her arms and hurried to his mother's bedroom. "Mrs. Jackson" she yelled while knocking on the entrance. She said to little Mark who had coiled up in her arms "can you stand up for me?" mummy will open the door and take you to the hospital, she added. "Mark is bleeding we need to take him to the hospital, please open the door" she continued.

"I know he is bleeding,  I'm responsible so leave me alone before you lose your job" Mrs. Jackson responded from inside her bedroom. "Don't listen to her Mark she is just joking" the nanny said to her with a wide smile on her face. She held his hand as they walk slowly down the stairs to find help elsewhere. She knew she had to take him to the hospital for treatment but her main worry was the financial aspect. "How am I going to pay for the hospital bill, his dad is out of the country and his mom hmm I doubt she would do that," the nanny said to herself.

Little Mark was standing outside waiting for his nanny who had asked him to give her some free minutes when he saw his mother coming out all dressed up like she was going to a party. He just stood there looking at his mom in astonishment with no utterances but his mouth was opened.
She was dressed like a teenager and couldn't balance well on her feet.
Finally, she got to Mark who was leaning against her car. She shoved him to the ground and said I wish you bleed to death, you little punk. It's because of you our family is all messed up, it's all your fault. She gave him a devil's stare before looking into her bags for her car keys.

The nanny who had finally gotten her money together came running outside trying to catch her breath. "Mark"!! She yelled. Why are you on the ground? She looked up at her boss who was still trying to open her car door. "Are you taking him to the hospital Mrs? She asked slowly while looking perplexed at her boss's new behavior. "Am going out to have fun with my friends so do whatever you want with him, just leave me alone" Mrs. Jackson replied arrogantly.

Mrs. I think you are tipsy I don't think this is a good idea for you to drive yourself, the nanny said while holding Mark's hand. Oh, thank God she finally opened the car and was happy. She didn't listen to what the nanny was saying it was as if she was talking to the wind.