The Kangs family
Author: Aaron Mutua
last update Last Updated: 2023-08-11 21:47:35

Drowning in the ever plunging darkness, the turmoil of cursing and regret building up day in and day out ,it all changed in a flash, death was responsible, solemnly the hooded black superstitious being who walked randomly taking life whoever it pleased inconsiderate of the lives shattered and broken, this time it took that of a mother a five year old son, sorry, a 25 year old man. But the moment he rubbed it all, just let it slide, he unlocked a beast fueled by ever burning potential that till date has never looked back. With considerable Amount of IT knowledge, he capably founded his own company, guess what the company’s name is… hint it’s the most renowned and successful in the region…mm-hmm! The Kangs enterprise! The man behind it Mr. Billy, be Mr. Billy Kang.

Behind that success played an inevitable guide, A woman…Ever had a familiar saying well in this case that same applies perfectly…meet Mrs. Elizabeth, the Mrs. Elizabeth Kang. Of course with ever incoming troubles and hiccups each left, right, and center Billy needed someone capable of tightening his mind screws, and hold the rope blocking him, from the drowning abyss of insanity, madness and eternal guilt. After this start Billy was in need of staff, luckily Eliza turned up and her skills proved to be up to the task, but time proved she will be more than an employee. Having advised Billy on every step to take, her decision making was nothing greater than that of king Solomon. To think of it, the main reason the company was still firm to the core is because of her decisions… well mostly but hey she has credit. So, after their breakthrough in the top 10 most wealthy companies in the world magazine ranking at #4 they sealed the note and became the tigers. With the two, Billy as the head and muscle and Eliz as the emotional hospital the two cemented their name in the technological history as so it’s inevitable that any sane billionaire would be glad to invest in the Kang enterprise.

Mary, Mary Kang first born of the Kang’s family. More into business than tech she differed her parents taste in everything, from cars she was into Mercedes and Royce while her parents were more into Ferraris and Lamborghinis, color she liked black and more beige while her parents were into bright colors like orange and bright green explains why they literally colored everything around them in bright orange and luminescent green. But turns out this difference, her taste and way of thinking actually bettered the company, she made milestones and gave big breakthroughs like best buyers in the market, the right people to cut a deal with, maybe her decision was just like her mother’s that’s a thing that runs in the family. Thanks to her unique leadership skills and outside the box thinking her exposed street smarts she was made manager of their enterprise, after her university study in New Zealand and her 3 years experience she earned it, but even she didn’t does it really matter it’s the family business and only family will it be. So Billy at now 45, Elizabeth at 39, it’s safe to say they are retired though they pop by the office time to time, early retirement prosperous you may think but owning a wealthy unbeaten company retiring at 40 is too late for a fact, now Mary is in charge of the company but till her parents do die it will be officially hers. But this is just part of the family there is one more member.

Different from the rest, health wise impaired, but he wasn’t always like this, a runt strapped to a wheel chair his head leaning to the left drool flowing like a leaking tap, his left hand shrunk and wrinkled, not mentioning the flabby and almost no flesh, his finger bones could be visible through the skin the finger nails all malnourished this the faded creamy color, in short he was a disgusting sight. But the sad part was this was his own doing, the works of Freddie Kang, since his birth he felt the fiery hate for his sister because of her priority in the family not mentioning the wide education gap they differed in their grades despite their different classes. Billy knew it, Eliz knew it, Mary knew it, they all did but instead of talking no…instead of their son finding a way to adapt to the family’s way of life he sought they adapt to him. So at age 13 he got into drugs, started with some cigarettes here and there, alcohol, at 15 smoked his first weed and 18, sniffed his first cocaine. What a jumpstart in life right? An amateur teen who hates his family for reasons not worth a kid’s attention, petty issues he forced into big mountains like once he framed his sister Mary for weed selling and possession but luckily there were cameras and it back fired adding to the list, “Reasons I hate my sister.” So his hate built to obsession, obsession grew to vengeance, and malicious maniacal ideas like killing his sister actually started making sense especially when he was high on weed. No more high as f**k ideas time to make this shit real, so on October 15th, he corked the gun if he can’t love her sister then no one will, with the notion in mind of pulling the trigger on his own sister he stalked down the alley some streets from the company especially a common Weiner truck where Mary often bought some wieners. Black, Mercedes yap that’s her, time she goes back to hell! He cursed under his breath as he reached for the muzzle in his left hoodie pocket…left right…as he neared the car, closer and closer. Convinced he was within reach, he pulled out the gun and corked he aimed for the head knowing the car wasn’t bullet proof and time to seal the…blam! What the hell was that!... A truck, not any truck a heavy carrier milk truck, six wheeler to be exact. Gregory St. Kevin hospital, ward 15… “We are sorry he can’t move half of his body since he sustained sever brain damage…he has hemiplegia paralysis so his left side will be completely paralyzed.” Head doctor Guinea retorted disheartened. From that day life changed and this time for the worse and for a very, very long time. Billy bought a cheap wheelchair weeks after he was discharged and hired a personal nanny who is responsible for his needs and since he tried killing his favorite child Mary, say he didn’t consider him a son but just a random stranger with the same DNA as his. Now there is the whole family, a husband, wife, founders of a multimillion company, a daughter who runs this company better than the founders and a pathetic son who lives as a forgotten piece if scum who drools his mouth dry day in and day out, happy family don’t you think?

“Dad so there is this company that wants to work with us…” Mary paused stuffing her mouth with greasy tantalizing brown pork meat, sipping some orange juice making all the insides smoothie like and it flowed nicely and satisfactory. The addressed Billy was listening but since his mouth was busy ripping a meat chunk from a knee cap bone, he gave an eye glimpse signaling her to continue but as usual mum chipped in her normal troublesome topic.

“First of all when are you getting married!?” Eliz banged the dinner table slightly. It’s marriage it’s all about marriage!

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