The Breaking of Promises Under the Aurora

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

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" Young master, you should eat your food so you can have your medications" the chief maid pleaded as she sat on the chair next to him but the seven year old lad would hear nothing of it.

He was angry and none of them could quench his anger, not after what his papa had done.

" I won't eat neither will I take my medications" he retorted and jumped down from the chair before making his way out of the room, leaving the maids sighing to themselves.

They knew if the master came back, they would definitely be scolded as to why Liam, for that was the boy's name, didn't eat.

He hadn't taken up to ten steps into the garden when he noticed his papa's car drive into the spacious garage and he saw him alight with his suit and briefcase in his hands.

As usual he wanted to run and go to his papa but once he remembered what he did, his eyes darkened and he turned his back on him before venturing deep into the garden.

" Welcome boss" the security at the door greeted as Malcolm walked past him and the latter just nodded before entering the house. Yes, that was Malcolm Hart. The number one business tycoon in the country and a billionaire at that and that seven year naughty boy was his son.

Both father and son were similar in so many ways as they were both ruthless when they needed to be but different in the sense that seven year old Liam can be cheerful when he was happy but thirty-five year old Malcolm Hart was always aloof from the world and only understood business languages.

Well that wasn't his fault, he was dumped exactly the day his son was born and since then he closed his heart to any external factors and only had space for his son and his business, every other thing was not necessary.

" Welcome sir" the chief maid greeted as the others collected his suit and briefcase but he didn't answer any of them as his eyes continued to search for a certain someone.

" He is in the garden sir, the young master is very annoyed and won't even take his medication no matter how hard we try" . Malcolm massaged the space between his brows as he listened to what she had to say and he knew for a fact that he was definitely wrong this time, how could he miss his son's birthday party?he was caught up with work and lost track of the time and now he knew Liam would not listen to his apology

" Just prepare his food and bring it to the garden" he ordered in his deep husky voice before turning around and walking towards the garden door. .

*****

Liam was playing with his two chow chow dogs when he noticed his papa walk up to him but he totally ignored the big guy, how dare he miss his party?.

" Won't you give papa a hug big guy?" Malcolm asked as he knelt beside him but he was totally ignored like he wasn't even there.

" Look son, papa Is really sorry for missing out on your party. I was really caught up in work and I lost track of time, I am sorry" he apologized sincerely but Liam was just like his father…ruthless.

After a while, he let the dogs go and stood in front of his father, hands akimbo,

" If I was in the hospital, you would have been by my side without even blinking an eye and when I needed you to be at my party so I could show you to my friends, you weren't there. Bad bad papa" he pouted before turning away from him.

At the mention of the hospital, Malcolm felt a lump in his throat and he was once again reminded of how he would soon lose his little bundle of joy.

When Liam was just four years old he was diagnosed with a brain tumor and sad to say it was in an area where the doctor's couldn't operate on no matter how professional they were and little Liam had been living on medications since that day and no one knew exactly the day he would leave this world forever.

Anytime he had to think of the fact that he would lose his son, he just didn't know how he should feel. Why was fate being cruel to such a sweet lad?

" I promise to make it up to you big guy and papa even brought you a present" he forced himself to smile as his son turned towards him at the mention of the gift.

" What did you get for me papa?" He asked jubilantly, forgetting the fact that he was mad at him.

" Are you not going to give papa a hug first?" He asked, raising his eyebrows and his son smiled before running into his embrace. No matter how mad he was at his father, he loved him the most in this world and nothing less.

" So what is the surprise papa?" He asked again, still holding onto his father and the latter smiled before grabbing him up in his strong muscled arms.

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