Professional Disaster

Chapter 2

Jenkin Mitchell occupied the couch, channel surfing when his mother entered the room. "Hi, Mumma." He flashed a quick smile.

"Hey, bach, what're you doing?" Kimberly dropped onto the couch beside her son.

"Waiting for Pa, have you seen him? We're meant to be training today." At seventeen years of age, Jenkin took his training rather seriously. Both her kids seemed older than their years, not that it was always a good thing.

Now I know what you may be thinking. Training? You'd think after everything that happened Robert would have shut down the business, but of course, it wasn't that easy. Robert loved the business, and he wanted to be able to leave his kids with something. Besides that, a private island wasn't cheap to run.

At first, Kimberly was furious. They had gotten their kids back, why would they need to keep the business that made them lose them in the first place? But after Robert had gone on a whole spiel about how the business is everything they are, she gave in. And in a way she understood. There was an aura around the company that made her feel strong, yet all so weak at the same time. It was electric.

Ever since Jenkin had turned sixteen he had taken part in a sort of training program his father and Elijah had put together for him. Robert insisted on Jenkin being the best of the best, and he made the promise to himself that if Jenkinwasn't ready by the time his father was ready to tap out, the business would be gone and hopefully out of their lives forever.

And Jenkin was determined. He wanted to be the next Mr Mitchell. He was excited to walk in his father's footsteps. He was going to be everything his father wanted and more.

"I think he's down at the dock with your sister."

"Okay," He nodded, "I'll go run down and take a look." With a kiss to his mother's forehead, Jenkin jumped to his feet and left the house to find his father.

After seven years of building on the island, it was finally coming together. It wasn't huge, about 300 acres. There was no school, no shopping centres, nothing of the such that would make a town. It was simply land a couple of hours off the shore of The Netherlands filled with warehouses and homes. Though not much to do, there was a rather large outdoor play area for the kids of the guards to play in, as well, of course, a lot of beach area. Most of the paths were still gravel, the small stones crunching under Jenkin's feet. He dodged a group of kids as they hastily ran past chasing after a red football.

Something the residents of the Island enjoyed was the safety. There were guards on shift at all times of the day, some watching along the shore, others at the docks, and most watching over the many, many cameras. Their kids were free to play outdoors for as long as they wanted without the worry that something would happen to them. As for schooling, there was a boat that would take the kids out every morning and pick them up every evening. It had all been set out from the very start - Kimberly made sure of it.

Jenkin finally made it to the dock, he found his father talking to Arabella, by his face he could tell it was something serious, but she wasn't in trouble of any kind. When Arabella caught sight of her big brother she waved him over. "Jenkz! Come tell Papa he's wrong."

Jenkin huffed but made his way over to the two nonetheless. "What is it?"

"It doesn't matter if Jenkin thinks I'm right or not, I decide." Robert shook his head at his youngest, then turned his attention to his son. "I believe Arabella should begin some minor training, she insists that she doesn't want to."

Jenkin immediately shook his head in disagreement. "She's ten."

"And right here. Stop that." Ari crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm sorry," Jenkin gave a close-lipped smile. "I agree with Arabella."

"Thank you. Mother will also burn your ass if she found out."

"Language." Both Robert and his son scolded. Robert took another opportunity to vouch for his opinion. "Your Mother wouldn't need to know, and I think it's right for your safety."

Arabella laughed out loud. "Saftey? I'm trapped on this island."

"Because you're ten."

"Oh, now I'm ten?"

Jenkin rolled his eyes. "Jesus, Arabella, cut the attitude will you? You're giving me a headache."

"You're usually on my side." She shoved his waist. "Why not now?"

Choosing to ignore the question, Jenkin once again turned to his Father. "But she is right, Mumma would kill you."

"No, she would not."

Arabella's brows raised. "Oh really? Let's see." Arabella cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted up the hill for her mother. A plus side of living on an island (Or maybe a downside in this case) is that the main house was easily accessible. The dock was practically the house's front garden, and with how quiet it was most of the time sound travelled far. Arabella was sure if she screamed loud enough she could catch Elijah's attention all the way at the back of the compound.

After a few minutes, Kimberly appeared on the second-floor balcony, a hand shielding the sun from her eyes and an annoyed look on her face. Arabella beckoned her over with her hand while her father stood shaking his head.

Kimberly was coming down the path within seconds, the annoyed look still plastered on her face. "You know I hate when you do that."

Ari pursed her lips. "I'm sorry, but it's important."

Robert began to practically shoo his wife away. "It's really not, sweetheart. You can go back inside."

"Papa wants me to start training... with like guns and stuff." Arabella watched with a smile as her mother's face turned from annoyance to nothing but anger.

"Robert, I will rip you to shreds if I ever catch our little girl with a gun in her hands."

"Darling, I-"

"No, darling, I mean it. Bella already has enough on her mind as is, she does not need this too! How fucking ridiculous can you be?" She took a step closer to her husband.

"It was just a discussion."

"And when were you going to discuss it with me?" She tilted her head to the side, right eyebrow raised in question.

"She's my Daughter too, Kimberly! Why can I make the decision?" Robert flailed his arms around as he spoke, his anger now on par with his wife's.

"Because she's ten! We have enough issues with her violence as is and now you want to hand her a gun?! Am I the only one with common sense here?"

Jenkin zoned the two out, instead turning his attention on his little sister who was walking away from the scene with a mischievous grin on her face.

Arabella had always been a sassy child, Jenkin could remember her trying to get him into trouble all the time, but she was never quite this mean. Ever since the incident Arabella had been different, it was clear to see, but after her tenth birthday, all had gone downhill. It was as if a switch had been flicked in her mind. Even if she was kidnapped at just five years old, being gone for four months had affected her just as much - if not more - than it had Jenkin. She insisted she didn't remember much, but he didn't quite believe her. Whether it be consciously or subconsciously, she remembers.

You'd never tell Arabella was only ten by speaking to her. It saddened Jenkin to think of the differences between his sister and himself when he was that age. It's the age he was taken, but he was a happy boy, he was never unhappy when with his family.

It was something Jenkin would struggle to understand, why Arabella constantly argued with their parents - and caused them to argue with each other - but he knew deep down he couldn't blame her, he could just try and understand her.