MULTIVERSE OF TROUBLE!

As Harry shoved the door to his home open, he was aback by the scene he stumbled upon. 

"Whaaaaat???!!! No, no, no, no...." Harry screamed running towards the broken glasses and woods and torn pieces of cloth that lay helplessly on the unkept floor. 

Tears rolled repeatedly from his eyeballs down to his beautifully rounded cheeks and onto the already soaked piece of canvas. 

"It can't be....!!!" He wept profusely as he sat helplessly on the floor, his back leaning against the thin air that wasn't enough to hold the young man. At this point, he became unconsciously confused, trying to determine whether  it was his heart or his art that has been shred apart. 

"You will all pay... I'll kill you all..." He screamed as loudly as his mature voice could go after he had successfully gathered the huge amount of remains, and then, dashed towards the direction of his room. 

Mr. Adam had taken the rest of his family which definitely excluded Harry to Bolton's park in town with his Ferari 250 GTO probably because he spent the night at Nathan's place...... Again. They had warned him never to go close to Nathan. Saying that he is a bad influence on their son. Their first son. 

When Harry got to the door that led to his room, he paused a bit like he expected something formidable was about to happen to his brain. 

He gently opened the door producing this creaking sound that confirmed the fact that no one was actually home. 

The first sight that caught his eyebeam was....... NOTHING!!! He then quickly opened the door widely and was welcomed by an empty room with roughly packaged bags lying on the reflective floor. He quickly ran towards the biggest bag that had a little piece of paper attached to it. He grabbed it, tore it open and saw  a note that changed his life forever. 

It read:

    "KEEP WASTING YOUR LIFE AS AN ARTIST OR MEET US AT BOLTON'S PARK 09:00PM. THE CHOICE IS YOURS!"

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"Miss Frida, you have a call" her housekeeper hurriedly ran towards the couch where she sat, carefully holding onto the phone. 

"Hello Frida..." screamed Jane from the other end. "You won't believe this...." she continued "do you remember the soft guy that kept looking directly into my eyes last night?" she asked. 

"Mmmm....oh yeah! The one with the blue eye lens? What happened? You seem to be elated." Frida eagerly awaiting Jane's answer stepped down from the couch where she had been lying and finding her way through the massively big sitting room to her intensifying room that had the best Interior she had ever seen. 

As if waiting for Frida to bump onto her comfy bed, she continued "he asked me out on a daaaateee!" Jane screamed like a baby who just got Mama's attention. 

"Aaahhhh...." Frida screamed from her end as well, causing the housekeeper run into her room to see the emergency, after which she was dismissed apologetically. 

"You're joking Jane. Hold on, I'm coming over right now!" Frida said hanging up the call swiftly. 

"Miss, your dad wants to see you. He is in the balcony. He says it's urgent" the housekeeper who has been standing there for over a minute called out as Frida dropped her phone on her fluffy bed. 

"Oh, come on!!!! What is it this time? He's always wanting to urgently see me! If he brings up that issue again, I promise I'll walk out of him" Frida grumbled as she snailpaced her way out of her warm room. 

"No! Not again..... Not again.... Dad!!.." Frida screamed as she scampered on her Dad who was already laying down helplessly on the floor unconsciously. 

"Help.....help....!!!" she called out to any living thing that was close by. Truly, Mr. Dawson's dysfunctional system is getting atrocious by the month. 

The housekeeper quickly ran in to where the scene was occurring, but immediately ran out to call the Resident Physician's emergency number. 

"Sir, please help... It's happening again. But this time it looks more detrimental" were the first words Frida could spit out at first sight of the doctor who was now keeling close to Mr. Dawson trying to administer treatment. 

"Frida, quick! Help your father up. He needs to be taken to the hospital now..!" 

Frida took to her heels as she alerted the driver to drive their way to the hospital. 

"Please dad... Stay with me okay.." Frida abstemiously wept while trying to support the doctor in placing dad safely into the car and then sat beside his head as the driver carefully but speedily driven to the Clinton's Hospital. 

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Harry who looked tattered and had a ready-to-devour face bumped into the Bolton's park gatekeeper. 

"Hey young man, you're supposed to attend the backcountry orientation at the visitor's centre over there" The gatekeeper said pointing to a balloon floated toy house kinda thing and then waited to see Harry's response. 

"Old man" Harry replied, "I'm pissed off right now and can devour anyone with my bare minds. So, get off the way while I go attend a vital meeting" Harry screamed and ran into the park hoping to locate where his family was ensconced. 

All that ran through Harry's mind at this moment was to scream at his mom, his dad and literally ANYONE...!! For all he could care, he needed to unleash his anger. At least on someone. 

"So, I guess you made your choice young man" said an ictimate  voice from behind. 

Harry turned around knowing fully well who's voice it was, but not very sure of it because it was late night. 

"Come on Harry. Your family is waiting for you" the voice said as it began fading into the background. 

Harry followed his dad to a little bush with what seemed to be a fire reflection from the wide opening at the end. 

"Welcome sweetheart" Harry's mother said as she passed to him his favorite meal dished in his favorite platter.