A Promise or a Prophesy?

Dear reader,

This is a prequel to my 750 words story 'What Goes Around' and it's also 750 words.

I intend to write at least another part, but that will take time.

SouthernCrossfire, I'm grateful for your insights and editing. It makes my figment of imagination a better read.

"Coming to gloat one last time?" Marc asked, livid, looking at his parents, ex-wife, and younger brother.

"I came to see if you're alright," replied Lucia, his ex-wife.

"What do you think? After you stripped me bare except for my car and clothes."

"Now look here, son..."

"I'm not your son. That's that asshole who fathered your grandchildren with my wife.

"It was quite inconvenient, wasn't it, that DNA-kit I got for Christmas from my colleague? It was quite an eye opener for me though.

"As soon as the skank found out about the tests, you and your wife helped that asshole and that excuse-for-a-woman over there to prevent me from fighting back.

Lucia remembered her sheer panic when Marc surprised her when he asked her to take that DNA-test too. He already sent Lucas's, John's, and his own tests back before she could stop him.

"You had all my financial means disappear to prevent me from affording a lawyer and in the process enabled

him

to steal my company from under me. All, because the happy couple needed a future with

their

children."

"We're going to pay you back," Lucia stammered, appalled by the raw hatred her ex-husband exuded.

"That little shit never has paid anything back, whether borrowed or stolen. You will learn that the hard way. He is nothing more than a common freeloader."

"Now, listen," Marc's brother started, but one look from Marc and he quickly stepped back behind Lucia.

"Yeah, hiding, as usual, behind someone else's back, you coward."

Marc's mother was now wringing her hands. This had spiraled completely out of control.

She'd never seen her eldest son, normally so level-headed, so angry.

He was right though, they--her husband and she--wanted to give the new couple a chance after Marc's divorce.

To do so, they'd handed the shares of the company that Marc gave them to ensure their retirement to Matt to give him some control over the software company Marc started.

Matt used that control to wrench the company out of Marc's hands during the divorce. He convinced the judge in the divorce that Lucia's half of the company could disappear and the judge forced Marc to hand over half his shares beforehand, thus losing his majority.

That never had been the intention of the elderly couple, but pleas to reverse the situation fell on deaf ears. They learned the hard way that Marc was absolutely right in his observation that everything once handed over to Matt was lost to the giver.

"Marc," his mother pleaded, "we thought it for the best and you're overreacting. You make me worried, son."

Marc's reply shocked his parents and ex-wife. "Mrs. Kraft, I stopped being your son the moment you decided to support that disaster of 'hardly a human being' and the cheating skank. You, at least, could have tried to stay out of this, but no, you had to support your little darling. AGAIN!

"You forfeited the right to be worried about me."

"Isn't that a little drastic, son?" Mr. Kraft butted in.

"Sir, please get it in your head, you have only one son and that is that evolutionary throwback hiding behind your own Ana Montes. I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore. "

"Ana, who?" Mrs. Kraft asked.

"Ana Montes. You know how to use the internet, don't you? Look her up."

Matt, not recognizing the name, but hearing the insult in the tone it was uttered stepped from behind his lover.

"If you don't want to be hurt, you'd better stay there where you are!" Marc growled and the object of his ire ducked back behind the ex-wife.

Marc walked around his truck, the only thing besides his clothing and some personal effects that his brother had been unable to get his greedy hands on. He checked it because he had a long trip ahead. His maternal grandmother, living in Granada in Spain, had extended an invitation for him to come and stay with her for a while.

Grandma claimed to know the perfect woman for him, a dark haired Fury, the granddaughter of a friend, who might help him heal someday. Marc questioned that but since there was nothing for him here...

Marc stepped into his truck, started it, and rolled down the window.

He looked at the quartet and said, "Remember. There will be a moment when you need me and I won't be there to help you."

With that said, he left.