Who's Derrick?

"Dad, you can't play this game on me!" Derrick muttered angrily.

"This isn't a joke, son. Leave now and lose it all." said Donald, staring into Derrick's eyes.

"Damn you, Dad! Fuck your inheritance!" 

"Watch it, young man." Donald warned.

"Fuck everything you have and will ever have! What am I? A paralytic?" Derrick questioned, looking angrily at his father.

"I'm not scared of you taking all your shit from me. I'm hardworking. I'll work for my own money!"Derrick fired. "And about freezing my accounts" he added, "I'll sue your fucking employees if you try it!"

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Derrick panted as he drove along a quiet street. He parked his car on the roadside, alighted, and flung his suit on the back seat.

"Derrick this, Derrick that! Fuck!" He cussed and kicked a tire. "Damn y'all!" He yelled, hitting his car at every word. He suddenly regretted his actions when his wounded arm began to hurt. 

"Ouch!" He groaned.

"Are you okay?" A lady asked behind him.

He turned slowly to see who it was. Her beauty made him speechless.

"You're bleeding." she said, staring at his bloodstained white shirt.

"I'm fine" He replied abruptly, making for the car.

"Do you need my help? I'm a nurse. I can help you stop the bleeding." She reminded him of Stephanie. 

"No , thank you." He got into his car and sped off.

She shrugged and continued her journey.

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"Two more bottles!" Derrick ordered, gulping his drink.

"Are you okay, sir?" The waiter asked worried that Derrick had had too much alcohol for the day.

"Get me my order!" Derrick commanded.

"Okay sir." The waiter returned to get the drinks. He put them on the table and excused himself.

Derrick emptied the bottles in seconds. He felt his phone beep it was time to go home. He beckoned the waiter and gave him a wad of cash.

"This is more than your bill, sir," the waiter said.

"Keep the change."

"Oh! Thank you sir." 

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"Breaking news." a newscaster announced on TV. "A white Ferrari which belongs to business mogul Donald Wright's son, Derrick Donald Wright, has reportedly crashed into an oncoming truck."

Mitchell dropped the bowl of rice she carried in shock.

"Eyewitnesses believe that Derrick Wright ignored the traffic signals, which led to the accident.

"According to our correspondent on the scene, Mr. Wright is in a critical condition and has been rushed to the State's medical center. Here is what the correspondent has to say." She immediately connected with the man at the scene.

Mitchell's phone rang: Brittany was calling. She rushed to her room, picked her purse, and ordered the driver to take her to the State's medical center.

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"Mitchell?" Brittany called out and hugged Mitchell..

"How's he?"

"I don't know, Mitchell. I haven't seen my son. I haven't seen my baby" Brittany cried.

"Shh . It's alright. He'll be fine," Mitchell consoled.

"Brittany ?"It was Donald.

"What did you tell him, Donald? What did you say to Derrick?" Brittany questioned. "They're saying he was highly intoxicated. Derrick doesn't take alcohol, Donald! What did you tell him?"

"Brittany , you need to calm down." Donald said, trying to pacify her.

"Donald, my strength is fading. My heart aches. I don't want anything to happen to our son.Donald pulled her in for a hug, and she cried on his chest.

"It's okay, Brittany. I'm here now." 

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"How's he doing, doctor?" Donald asked the doctor who emerged from the theater.

"He's stable now, but he needs some time to recuperate, maybe days or weeks. It depends on how much a fighter he is." The doctor explained.

"Any injuries?" Brittany inquired.

"He bumped his head severely on the steering wheel. Some minor head injuries were also detected."

"How did that happen? Derrick always fastens his seatbelt." Brittany asked, confused.

"Well , according to the reports we received, he wasn't wearing a seatbelt."

"Will he be fine?" she asked, sobbing.

"We've been able to stabilize him for now. He should feel better when he wakes up."

"Can we see him?" Donald asked.

"Sure ."  

"Thank you." Donald said and shook hands with the doctor.

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"Donald" a man called out.

"Henry?"Donald said and shook hands with the man.

"It's been a while, Donald"

"It has."

"I'm sorry about Derrick" Henry sympathized.

"It's fine. It happens." 

"You know, we hadn't really talk about what transpired between Stephanie and Derrick," Henry initiated.

"Well , a contract must be carried out regardless. It was signed long ago," Donald replied.

"My daughter didn't behave in the best possible way, but I'm glad you handled this maturely."

"Nah . It's alright. Kids make mistakes,"Donald shrugged, as they head towards the theatre. 

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Stephanie sat beside Derrick and massaged his fingers. She still felt terrible. She wiped the tears that rolled down her cheeks with her left hand.

" I'm sorry, Derrick. Please wake up," she cried."Tomorrow is our wedding day, Derrick. Don't do this to me. Please."

"I know you're mad at me for what I did. I'm sorry. I need you, Derrick. We need you to wake up." She held and kissed his hands and laid her head on his chest. "Derrick, please." 

She felt a hand caress her hair. She got up quickly and stared at Derrick, trying to be sure that he was awake.

"Derrick? Derrick!" He had awoken.

"Derrick, my love." she said, hugging him and kissing his cheeks. But Derrick stared blankly at her.

"Who are you?" Derrick asked. Her smile faded.

"Derrick , I know you're angry, and I'm sorry. You don't have to be funny."

"Angry ? What did you do? Who's Derrick?"He asked eagerly, 

"Mum !"Stephanie rushed out to call Brittany.