What Will It Take

*Christine's POV* "Stop it! Let go of me!", I hear screams immediately I enter the house. I run upstairs to see what's going on and when I open the door I am greeted by shards of glass stained with blood. I open the door wider, “MOM??!!!” “Christine!!”, my mom shouts, trying to reach for my hand. “What are you doing here??!”, I ask the man holding my mom’s hand. “Let go of her before I lose even the last inch of respect that I have left for you Rye”, I continue. “You’re all grown to order me around Christy”, Rye threatens. I look him straight in the eyes and I see the anger that has always ran a shiver down my spine since I was 10 years old.I could tell he was about to do something disgusting, and I decided to act quickly and tried to reach to mom but he read my actions and pulled her back so hard she lost her balance and hit the wall. “MOM!!!”,I gasped. “Crystal!”, Rye said fearfully. I decided to use his distraction to my advantage, I got a candleholder nearby and threw it at him. “Bang!”, it hit his head. He turned around and looked me straight in the eyes, I could see the anger he had and he took deadly slow steps towards me as I retreated backwards. "What....what..do you want Rye?!", I asked pretending to be fearless but my stuttering gave me away "Now you're stuttering "heroine"?", he asked rhetorically. He held my hand so tightly it felt like it would break off any moment. "Let go of me you jerk!!!", I say authoritatively and I see my mom getting up slowly, reaching for the phone. I knew she was about to call the police so I decided to distract Rye. "Why are you doing this to me....to us.....we're your family Rye", I plead with him. "Look who's begging", he smirks dangerously. He caresses my face softly and slowly. I feel so disgusted but I had to keep up with the show. "My darling girl...", he says sadly. "I really loved you all but your mother betrayed me by running away with her damn lover", he adds, his voice rising. "Pah!!!", I feel my face go numb *Marshall’s POV* “Knock knock”, I hear outside my door. “Come in”, I respond coldly I see my father come inside with a cane in his hand, “How are you Marshall?”, He inquires with the same tone as I responded “What do you want Mr D’Angelo?”, I looked at him. “le for your mom’s-“Why are you always so cold to me??!! I have told you I’m not responsib “STOP!!”, I glare at him with so much hatred. “Just say what you want or GET OUT of my office!” “I just came to see you an-” “LEAVE!!!”, I stand up and point at the door calmly. He gets up and walk out slowly as if hesitating whether he should leave or stay to say more. I grab my phone and call my secretary, “Devin come to my office NOW!”, I put down the phone and sit back down crossing my legs. “Sir?”, Devin calls softly I look at him calmly but my eyes are filled with disdain. “How many times have I told you to never let my father step into MY office”, I question rhetorically. “We’ll sir..I..I tried to stop him but- ” “Men don’t stammer Devin.”, “Leave my office and tell Anderson to guard my door very seriously or else he might lose a limb”,I say very slowly I stand up and walk to my built in bedroom to lie down. As soon as I close my eyes I drift off to sleep. “Marshall my baby”,mom says innocently “Mommy”,I respond with tears in my eyes “Why did you leave me all alone?!”, I try to blink the tears away. “Marshall I tried to stay,but I couldn’t”, mom responds “You should have stayed..you should have stayed”, I cry painfully “Sir?....Sir??....Mr D’Angelo?!”, I hear from a distance I feel a soft push and open my eyes. “Devin?....why are you here?”, I question sternly. “I brought papers that require your signature and I heard you say “you shouldn’t have left....”,Devin responded I realized at that moment that I was having that same 20 year-old-dream and I got a handkerchief in my shirt pocket and dried my teary eyes. “Let’s go”, I ordered. Devin always encountered me in such compromising situations and he knows to keep it private. I sat down behind my desk and started going through the papers. "Amaiah,bring me lunch", I said through the telephone. A moment later,I hear a knock. Devin gets up and head to open the door and he returns and puts the food on the coffee table in my lounge area. "Get me a bottle of water", I order Devin. He brings me the water and take a small sip and put it down on the table. "I'm leaving,eat the food and call me if anything important happens", I say while getting up and head to the door. Devin opens it and I head to my private elevator.