Chapter 2 FLASHBACK II

FLASHBACK II

On getting to his room Milton met Rollins staring out of the window with some medications in his hands, observing from his rear view Rollins turned and handed over the medicine to him.

"Take this for your Injury and the icepack for the slap you received earlier at the banquet" he said in a calm voice reaching out to the knob of the door

"Why do you care?, Why are you always concerned about my affairs?" Milton asked with his eyes fixed at the person on the door like he was searching for comfort from the answer he would hear. he then heard a crack with a bang that followed.

Milton laughed at his pitiful self, why must it always be like this? The love he craved for was a fantasy that might never come true.The only best moment of his life was when he was little, he missed his childhood and wish he could turn back time and never grow up, those times were the only sweet moments and memories he had, After that it turned into an endless nightmare one with no shoulder to lie on , lonely and desolate. Everyday felt sour like an injury that wouldn't heal.

He slumped on the floor and hit it with his hand so hard until he started bleeding profusely, raising his head his eyes was locked on the picture of him and his mother

"Mom where are you? I know you can hear me wherever you are I'll always adore you , I'll come find you no matter what .

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The sun rays shone into the room of Mrs brown she was staring at her husband the one whom she had always loved from her youth, her prince charming she smiled and said "Good morning honey , How was your night rest?"

"It was fine,what is the matter?" he replied with a gloomy expression, he was clearly not having it this morning

"Why are you sounding this way? Still upset about yesterday?....Umm why don't you just send him to the US with immediate effect that way you won't have to be this gloomy" she said concernily she had always thought that one day her husband would bat an eye at her and love her the way he loved that woman but that woman was love struck in his memory.

"it will be sorted out soon" - he said and stomped out of the bedroom heading towards the dining room

"Morning dad" the kids said in unison sitting in the dining table

The housekeeper brought out the food and set it up on the table it was time for breakfast

"Where's Milton?"– his father asked, just then Milton came down from his room and walked towards his seat

Brian scoffed at the sight of him, he just don't like this step brother of his he had this intimidating presence that makes him uncomfortable. Mrs brown came down and everybody ate their food but there was this tensed atmosphere in the dining table.

Mr Brown's assistant walked in and they left together to work, there was a lot to do in the company, the news needed to be debunked soonest, it was suppressing already and that was a relief.

"Do the dishes Milton!, You must make sure he does the dishes without any help."she said to the housekeeper

"Freya dress up we're heading out" Mrs brown said then left for her room. Today was her spa day and as elite lady of the Brown's she must be outstanding and elegant both in styles and look.

Milton took out the dishes and walked towards the kitchen dish area he was done in no time, he was used to it, he only had a free time and was like a son when his father is around, if he's not he'll be the house slave till his father comes back but this obstacles only made him stronger. Brian headed out to go play golf as today was weekend leaving just Milton and the housekeeper. He did all the dishes and went to his room- he sat on his bed and knew he could only breakthrough if he leaves the house how pathetic, with the help of the internet Milton focused on enhancing his ability. He studied all day

After a while Mrs brown came back but without Freya she met up with some friends so it was only Mrs brown who came back she walked up straight to Milton's room

"Milton" she called out standing at the front of his room, soon the door creaked open and she barged in.

"What is it this time?" he asked with a deep yet melodic voice that had the air of grace in it

Mrs brown scorned at his question one could see that she was almost losing it "You're just like that bitch, overbearing and confident" she said clenching her teeth

"Do not call my mother a bitch" Milton said this time slightly angry

"Ohh! Really, how pitiful, you mean your dead mom? take a look at you, you are -"

"Enough! What is it you want I'm busy and I'm afraid I might not be able to entertain you anymore"- Milton said twitching his eyes in anger

"What an audacity!, How dare you speak when I speak " she said and slapped him

"Well I came to tell you that this battle isn't over you wouldn't have a smooth life with me around so you better leave now that you have the opportunity and do not think of having the Brown's company shares it's for my son, I plan on seeing you penniless and making you suffer" she said and clomped out of the room angrily.

Just then Mr Brown arrived and called for Milton to his study room

"Welcome home honey" Mrs brown said upon his arrival she was shocked but lucky he didn't hear their conversation

Milton knocked at the study room and walked in. Mr Brown looked at his son with mixed feelings, whenever he looks at his son it reminds him of his lover he took after his mom, his face and attitude. He cleared his throat and said

"Your visa is ready, you'll be leaving for the US tomorrow morning, you should enjoy your stay there it's for the best"

"Alright"Milton said and collected his passport to set for his leave tomorrow, doing this was a piece of cake for Mr Brown he had the connections. He was just eighteen years of age and it was best he studied.

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Looking back at this memories and flashbacks he glanced out of the window of the car and puffed out the smoke carrying the aura of an immortal king. He was back to this city, a city without love, cruel and vile, he was back, back to put this world under his fit, just then a group of people stopped their car and there was an intense fight for life.