When Mercy got to Jason’s house, she looked around with wonder. Looking at every picture that had him in it and some of his aunt. She was like a little kid, looking around with curiosity and wonder. She had been gone for five years and this was the first time that she had been to his new house. The place seemed to be extremely neat and tidy, like her house, only it was noticeable that the person who cleaned the house was either a germaphobe or had an obsessive compulsive need to clean. She followed everyone up the stairs and into Jason’s room. She stopped when she saw the picture of herself and looked at it before she snooped around, wondering what was in the notebook.
When he kicked the box out of the closet, she was the first one to get too it, opening it up she found a bunch of what appeared to be homemade video tapes. Some of them had blank labels, other’s had titles. Picking up a video out of the box that was titled ‘First Birthday’, she put it in, thinking of how it would be a video of Jason. She sat on the floor and pressed the play button, but the scene she saw was not one that she expected. Instead of it being Jason’s home, it was her grandmothers. There was a pile of presents in the front and a chocolate cake with Mercy’s name scrolled across it and one candle that was lit. Maids were running back and forth laughing and getting everything ready. In the background you could hear a laughing baby and when her grandmother walked in with her, the maids lined up and her grandmother started up the Happy Birthday song. Everyone was smiling and having a good time, her grandmother held Mercy in her lap while a maid brought a small piece of cake for “the birthday girl.” Mercy dug her chubby little baby hands into the cake and proceeded to smear it on her face, laughing while she did so. Her grandmother was laughing behind her, telling her that she was supposed to eat the cake. That’s when she brought Mercy’s hand up to her mouth and took a bit of the cake even while Mercy got it all over her, herself, and their clothes. Proving that baby’s and chocolate cake icing do not go together, but it seemed like a hell of a fun time.
A tear rolled down Mercy’s cheek as she watched the video, seeing the love that her grandmother had for her. She watched in awe as she was cleaned up and put on the floor and heard cheers when she got up to walk, straight to the presents where she was being called over too. They all encouraged her to unwrap her presents, but mostly her grandmother helped her to unwrap them. And just like a baby, she was more interested in playing with the wrapping paper and trying to eat it then playing with the actual toys. Her grandmother was on the floor with her, getting her interested in playing with some toy. That is when a shrewd voice rang out, “What is this disgusting mess?” and her mother walked in, followed by her father. The baby laughter abruptly stopped and she looked afraid as she tried to hide herself in her grandmother’s arms.
“What is your problem? Coming into my house like that, which I do believe you were uninvited.” Her mother gave a tiff noise as if she owned the world and could go where she pleased, when she pleased. “We’ve come to retrieve the brat, the public expects to see her birthday, even though the damn thing isn’t worth celebrating at all. Completely useless child, can’t do anything right, should have just gotten an abortion when I found out I was pregnant. Get it cleaned up and dressed properly, can’t have it going out looking like that.” Her grandmother stood up with Mercy in her arms, “This is your daughter, and how dare you talk about her like that. I would say if anyone was useless it was you. The only right thing you and my son ever did was bring this beautiful girl into the world. Why not try loving someone other than yourself and the money that my son brings in, you gold digging trollope.” She tried to give Mercy to her mother, but her mother jumped back and Mercy almost fell to the floor if it wasn’t for her grandmother holding her. “You can’t even hold her unless it’s for the public, let alone be a mother. Just give custody of her over to me.”
That was when Mercy’s mother flew into rage and grabbed Mercy so hard by the arm that she began to cry. “Give me this brat, she came from my womb, I can do whatever the hell I want with her.” She tugged and pulled Mercy out of her grandmother’s arms even as she screamed and cried at the top of her lungs, “Stop crying you impertinent brat” She shook her so hard that Mercy’s whole body moved, “Stop that right now!” She kept on shaking her by the arm until Mercy stopped crying and stopped moving. Her grandmother was yelling the whole time trying to get her to stop and when she noticed Mercy had stopped moving, she screamed, “You murder! I will have you in jail for this! How could you hurt your own child!?” Her grandmother was over her still form crying, trying to rouse her, feeling for a pulse. As she did so, Mercy’s mother ran away and her father just stood there in the background with no expression at all.
That was when the film shut off and Mercy just sat there, watching as the snow on the TV turned to nothing, not hearing anything at all. Not able to form a coherent thought in her head. Her fist were clutched so tightly that they were turning white, but her nails bit deep into her palms and blood started to leak from the side of her hands. She had never even known that there were videos of her before, let alone, why Jason had them. Had he watched them? What did he think of her when he saw them? Was it pity that he felt or could he see how strong she really was?
Before anyone could stop her, she ripped the tape out of the player and threw it across the room before she picked up another tape without looking at the tile and put it in. “This is Hannah Leland coming to you live for WLN News. I’m standing outside of residence where an attempted murder was just made on two children; ten year old Jason Kyles and the nine year old heiress, Mercy Suou, daughter to the President of the Suou Corporation. No details have, as of yet, been given about the attacker.” Screaming sounded in the background and the anchorwoman ran forward with the cameraman following her. “Two ambulances have arrived on scene; the first child is being taken down on a gurney and they don’t appear to be moving. Screaming can be heard from inside the house.” The camera closed in on the door of the house as they were bringing out one of the gurneys, but it was indecipherable who was on it. That is when Mercy came running out of the house screaming Jason’s name and covered in blood, both hers and his, a large gash was cut across her throat. The reporters voice got excited. “It appears that Mercy Suou has run out of the house, covered in blood and screaming what appears to be Jason’s name. She is fighting against the EMS and Police in order to get to Jason.” The cameraman had a close up on Mercy just as a Medic restrained her and injected her with something that immediately knocked her out. They put her onto a gurney and pressed something hard into her neck to stop her bleeding before they loaded her into the second ambulance. The woman looked back at the camera as it returned to her, “What had happened here tonight? And will either child live to tell the tale?”
When he kicked the box out of the closet, she was the first one to get too it, opening it up she found a bunch of what appeared to be homemade video tapes. Some of them had blank labels, other’s had titles. Picking up a video out of the box that was titled ‘First Birthday’, she put it in, thinking of how it would be a video of Jason. She sat on the floor and pressed the play button, but the scene she saw was not one that she expected. Instead of it being Jason’s home, it was her grandmothers. There was a pile of presents in the front and a chocolate cake with Mercy’s name scrolled across it and one candle that was lit. Maids were running back and forth laughing and getting everything ready. In the background you could hear a laughing baby and when her grandmother walked in with her, the maids lined up and her grandmother started up the Happy Birthday song. Everyone was smiling and having a good time, her grandmother held Mercy in her lap while a maid brought a small piece of cake for “the birthday girl.” Mercy dug her chubby little baby hands into the cake and proceeded to smear it on her face, laughing while she did so. Her grandmother was laughing behind her, telling her that she was supposed to eat the cake. That’s when she brought Mercy’s hand up to her mouth and took a bit of the cake even while Mercy got it all over her, herself, and their clothes. Proving that baby’s and chocolate cake icing do not go together, but it seemed like a hell of a fun time.
A tear rolled down Mercy’s cheek as she watched the video, seeing the love that her grandmother had for her. She watched in awe as she was cleaned up and put on the floor and heard cheers when she got up to walk, straight to the presents where she was being called over too. They all encouraged her to unwrap her presents, but mostly her grandmother helped her to unwrap them. And just like a baby, she was more interested in playing with the wrapping paper and trying to eat it then playing with the actual toys. Her grandmother was on the floor with her, getting her interested in playing with some toy. That is when a shrewd voice rang out, “What is this disgusting mess?” and her mother walked in, followed by her father. The baby laughter abruptly stopped and she looked afraid as she tried to hide herself in her grandmother’s arms.
“What is your problem? Coming into my house like that, which I do believe you were uninvited.” Her mother gave a tiff noise as if she owned the world and could go where she pleased, when she pleased. “We’ve come to retrieve the brat, the public expects to see her birthday, even though the damn thing isn’t worth celebrating at all. Completely useless child, can’t do anything right, should have just gotten an abortion when I found out I was pregnant. Get it cleaned up and dressed properly, can’t have it going out looking like that.” Her grandmother stood up with Mercy in her arms, “This is your daughter, and how dare you talk about her like that. I would say if anyone was useless it was you. The only right thing you and my son ever did was bring this beautiful girl into the world. Why not try loving someone other than yourself and the money that my son brings in, you gold digging trollope.” She tried to give Mercy to her mother, but her mother jumped back and Mercy almost fell to the floor if it wasn’t for her grandmother holding her. “You can’t even hold her unless it’s for the public, let alone be a mother. Just give custody of her over to me.”
That was when Mercy’s mother flew into rage and grabbed Mercy so hard by the arm that she began to cry. “Give me this brat, she came from my womb, I can do whatever the hell I want with her.” She tugged and pulled Mercy out of her grandmother’s arms even as she screamed and cried at the top of her lungs, “Stop crying you impertinent brat” She shook her so hard that Mercy’s whole body moved, “Stop that right now!” She kept on shaking her by the arm until Mercy stopped crying and stopped moving. Her grandmother was yelling the whole time trying to get her to stop and when she noticed Mercy had stopped moving, she screamed, “You murder! I will have you in jail for this! How could you hurt your own child!?” Her grandmother was over her still form crying, trying to rouse her, feeling for a pulse. As she did so, Mercy’s mother ran away and her father just stood there in the background with no expression at all.
That was when the film shut off and Mercy just sat there, watching as the snow on the TV turned to nothing, not hearing anything at all. Not able to form a coherent thought in her head. Her fist were clutched so tightly that they were turning white, but her nails bit deep into her palms and blood started to leak from the side of her hands. She had never even known that there were videos of her before, let alone, why Jason had them. Had he watched them? What did he think of her when he saw them? Was it pity that he felt or could he see how strong she really was?
Before anyone could stop her, she ripped the tape out of the player and threw it across the room before she picked up another tape without looking at the tile and put it in. “This is Hannah Leland coming to you live for WLN News. I’m standing outside of residence where an attempted murder was just made on two children; ten year old Jason Kyles and the nine year old heiress, Mercy Suou, daughter to the President of the Suou Corporation. No details have, as of yet, been given about the attacker.” Screaming sounded in the background and the anchorwoman ran forward with the cameraman following her. “Two ambulances have arrived on scene; the first child is being taken down on a gurney and they don’t appear to be moving. Screaming can be heard from inside the house.” The camera closed in on the door of the house as they were bringing out one of the gurneys, but it was indecipherable who was on it. That is when Mercy came running out of the house screaming Jason’s name and covered in blood, both hers and his, a large gash was cut across her throat. The reporters voice got excited. “It appears that Mercy Suou has run out of the house, covered in blood and screaming what appears to be Jason’s name. She is fighting against the EMS and Police in order to get to Jason.” The cameraman had a close up on Mercy just as a Medic restrained her and injected her with something that immediately knocked her out. They put her onto a gurney and pressed something hard into her neck to stop her bleeding before they loaded her into the second ambulance. The woman looked back at the camera as it returned to her, “What had happened here tonight? And will either child live to tell the tale?”