< Hardships often prepare ordinary people for an extraordinary destiny >

- C.S. Lewis

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Zion
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"I'm so ashamed of you, this boy! You're a disappointment, a massive disgrace to the Williams family!" Dad lashed out at me, while I knelt down before him and mom.

"Rape? Drugs? Tattoo? Are you kidding me, Zion? Is that why we sent you to school?" Mom added.

I stayed there, looking at the ground and sent a glare to Agatha! She's the reason why this matter got excalated. She reported me to my parents when the matter about Daniella was being addressed.

Now that doubled - scratch that - TRIPLED my punishment.

"Where did we go wrong?" Mom cried, burying her face in dad's chest. I know I did nothing wrong! I blame my parents for not doing a good job in bringing me up.

They're both bastards, mitchew.

"You useless boy, stand up my friend!" Dad yelled at me. I stood up, appearing nonchalant about the whole thing. I have no idea why they're making a big deal out of nothing.

It was just a rape, no harm caused.

Dad slapped me across the face. "Drug dealer! I can't believe you've been doing drugs! Tell me where you got it!"

"I..I.."

"Who gave it to you?"

"It was.."

"Where do you keep it?"

"Under....my..."

"In this house?!" He yelled, shaking the entire mansion.

Couldn't he just let me answer?

He slapped me again, attempting to strangle me. "You disgrace! Curse the day you came into this world."

"Oga, oga," the gateman came in running, distracting dad. Dad let go of me and directed his attention to the gateman, while I breathed heavily, holding my neck.

"What is it?"

The gateman panted, catching his breath. "Some people dey outside, dem say dey wan talk to you. (Some people are outside, they said they want to speak with you)."

"Who are they?" My dad creased his brows.

"Oga, me I no know oo (Sir I don't know)."

Mom and dad exchanged a glance before heading out to see who the people are.

I turned my attention to Agatha, who avoided my angry glare. I matched towards her, "You stupid thing!" I squeezed her neck and she coughed.

She struggled to get my hands off her, but I continued pressing her Adam apple.

Bastard!

She ruined everything, my whole life, dreams, aspirations, everything is gone. And it's all her fault!

"Leave..me," she cried out, struggling to get my hands off her.

"You will die. I will kill you!" I yelled out. A sharp pain attacked my head. I held the back of my head, turning to see some policemen standing in my living room.

What the heck!

I averted my gaze to mom and dad, they were both staring at me with disappointment written all over their faces. Behind them where some people flashing cameras at the scene.

The press.

"Sir, sir, how do you feel knowing that your son is a drug dealer?"

"Sir, a well reputed man like you, is this what you actually do for a living?"

"Please tell us sir, tell us, are you secretly doing drugs as well?"

"Tell us, sir."

"Sir, sir."

"Sir, I thought you were bragging in an interview about your son's Cambridge application?"

"How do you feel about having a rapist under your roof?"

"Sir, tell us, are you a rapist too?"

My mom held my dad's hand tightly, as he covered his face in shame. His unwavering angry gaze attacked mine. I could see the rage in his eyes and the smoke oozing out of his ears and nose.

"Mr man, you're coming with us," one of the officers said to me. I eyed him from head to toe, trying to process what he just said to me.

"As per what?" I questioned the officer, scratching my head. They all furrowed their brows at me.

"Constable, arrest him."

"Hey, don't touch me!" I said in a high-pitched tone. "Do you know who I am? I'm Zion Williams!"

What was I saying?

My headache got worse, and I felt a fluid-like content, running out of my nose.

Blood!

More flashes of cameras, attacked my eyes. The press were capturing my condition, while mom and dad stared at me in bewilderment.

I felt my head spin and I don't know what happened to me next. I just turned numb....

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Third Person's POV
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"What's happening to Zion?" Zion's mom asked no one in particular, as she watched her son dance around the living room, twerking to unheard music.

The press, policemen, Agatha, and Zion's parents, all watched Zion tear his clothes out off his body.

"Zion!" His father gasped, holding his chest.

Zion danced around naked, sputtering gibberish and unheard incantations. He stopped for a while, a wide smile spreading on his lips.

"Omo," he muttered, scratching his head. "Why these mad people dey look me? (Why are these mad people looking at me?)" He questioned, staring at everyone in the room.

His actions made it crystal clear that Zion had ran mad!

He hissed loudly at everyone, and continued dancing to unheard music. Suddenly, he stopped again, scratching his head. He started whimpering, tearing up. But he didn't cry, instead he began laughing and clapping again.

"You all are bastards!" He laughed further, scratching his buttocks

In other words, nyash.

"Sir, how do you feel about your son being mad now?" A journalist from the press, questioned Zion's father. After all, he is a well reputed commissioner.

"Sir, tell us, how do you feel having a disgrace, as a son?"

"Breaking news," a newscaster faced a camera with a mic in her hand. "The commissioner, Timothy Williams, only son, Zion Williams, has ran mad. He was a drug addict and rapist. His madness was unexpected, it seems like the hard drugs have started telling on him. Stay tuned for more news."

Zion's father clenched his chest, as he took a deep gasp, widening his eyes.

"Timothy!" Zion's mother called out to her husband, holding him.

He had a heart attack!

"Timothy! Driver, driver!" She yelled. The driver ran into the house.

"Ma?"

"Get the car! Be fast you fool!" The driver obeyed her and ran out. Some servants assisted her in helping her husband up.

The policemen grasped Zion's arms, cuffing him. "He won't be taken to prison, he'll be taken to a mental asylum," a policemen said to Zion's mother, who was in tears.

They dragged Zion out, while the latter continued with his mad gestures.

Timothy was taken to the hospital, but he didn't survive the heart attack. He died.

The pressure and shock of his son's crimes, it was too much for the man to handle. Zion ended up being a disgrace to his wealthy and influential parents.

A mad disgrace - no pun intended.

As the days passed, Zion's mental state continued to deteriorate. He would often be found talking to himself, laughing hysterically, or crying uncontrollably. The mental asylum staff did their best to care for him, but it seemed like a lost cause.

Zion's mother was heartbroken. She had lost her husband, and now her son was gone too, consumed by his own madness. She visited him every day, but it was clear that he was no longer the son she once knew.

The press had a field day with the story. "Commissioner's Son Goes Mad!" the headlines screamed. The public was fascinated by the tragic downfall of the wealthy and influential Williams family.

Zion's mother became a recluse. She stopped attending social events and rarely left her house. The shame and grief of her son's downfall had consumed her.

And Zion? He remained in the mental asylum, a shadow of his former self. His mind was gone, lost to the madness that had consumed him. He would spend the rest of his days in a world of his own, unaware of the destruction he had caused.

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A/N

Third Person's POV, because a mad person can't state his point of view, he's delusional 😂
😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂hehehehehehehehe!!!!!

I can't stop laughing 😂😂😂😂

Zion oo!!!! He's now delulu😭

Poor Timothy 😭

Am I the only one who doesn't feel sorry for this guy😏?

It was funny to write eh 😂 😂 😂 💔

Lesson - DON'T DO DRUGS

So, karma finally hit Zion, and it hit him good! I'm pleased.

Thank you for reading, please vote on comment😗🌹

CiCi 🌹